After eating, Yan Lan went back to school to go to class, Bian Rui began to continue tossing his piano, Zhou Zheng's piano has now been made more than half, the most time-consuming plastering and painting part has been completed, only some small things are left, Bian Rui is not going to get this piano done in these two days, and he has to wait for a while to let the piano naturally old in the space before giving it to Zhou Zheng.

In the evening, Bian Rui took half a duck and a bamboo shoot to his parents' house.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, Bian Rui heard his daughter discussing something with his father and grandson, and after listening with his ears for a while, Bian Rui found that he didn't understand anything.

"What are you talking about, why didn't I understand half a sentence," Bian Rui said as he entered the courtyard.

"Where did you get half a mallard?"

Bian Rui's father didn't pay attention to his son, and turned his head to look at the things his son was carrying, even if he had no head and no tail, he could guess that this was a wild duck and not a domestic goose and a duck.

Bian Rui raised his hand: "I want to eat ducks in the morning, but my milk is not happy, saying that the ducks are kept with the ducklings, so I can only make this decision."

Bian Rui's father said: "I will do less in the future, now the investigation is very tight, most of the things in the mountains are not allowed to be beaten, and now even hares are protected animals and cannot be beaten, if you are caught, it will be enough to sentence you directly."

"Don't worry, I didn't let people see it when I peeled it," Bian Rui said.

"If you want to eat these things, ask your brother-in-law to buy them for you, there are people in their village who raise them, and it's okay to eat them with a certificate!" said Bian Rui's father.

Bian Rui said: "If you eat what others raise, then I might as well raise it myself." By the way, Dad, is this certificate good?"

"Where do I know, if you want to know if you want your brother-in-law to help you ask, why are you going to raise these, I said can you do one thing with peace of mind, all day long, you can't do anything well, it's better to do one thing well" Bian Rui's father began to talk about his son.

Bian Rui said: "It's not that I want to raise, I'm waiting for my two apprentices to come over in two days, I have to find something for them to do, otherwise it's not a matter of being idle in the village all day long!"

"Are you embarrassed to say that you have been doing things all day, you don't plant fields, you don't feed livestock, raising a cow is raising a cow, it is the cow that feeds itself!" Bian Rui's father glared at his son.

Bian Rui pondered in his heart: Oh, don't get in front of the old man, the old-fashioned father sees his son fresh for a few days at most, and then he is looking for all kinds of stubble to train his son, which is not pleasing to the eye and that is not pleasing to the eye, you can always find your wrong place.

After Bian Rui made two sounds, he carried the duck into the kitchen, lit a fire and began to stew the duck.

When he waited for his mother and grandmother to come back, the ducks on Bian Rui's side were almost ready.

When the grandmother saw that her eldest grandson was busy working on the edge of the pot, and there was an attractive aroma in the lid, she asked, "What is this doing?"

Bian Rui whispered: "Stewed wild duck with spring bamboo shoots!"

"You kid can't help it, but don't talk about it everywhere, now every once in a while someone comes down to publicize the protection of wild animals, I heard that the public is also going to put muntjac in the forest or something, and if you beat one, you will have to go to prison for several years...... If we want to eat secretly, we can fight to relieve our cravings, but we don't dare to eat openly, maybe no one will accuse you of eating in the village, but there are a few people in this world who keep their mouths shut, and one day you have something to do, this thing may be turned out......" Grandma said worriedly to her grandson.

"I see, how about you taste it?" Bian Rui didn't know this, scooped a little soup from the pot and sent it to his grandmother's mouth with his hands.

The old lady was so happy that she praised her grandson's craftsmanship after tasting it.

Bian Rui finished the dishes, and his grandmother and mother kicked him out of the kitchen, and as soon as he got out of the kitchen, Bian Rui saw the fourth aunt walking into the yard with a basket.

"Fourth aunt!"

Bian Rui said hello.

"Fourth sister-in-law!" Bian Rui's father also stood up politely.

"Fourth grandmother, you are so beautiful today" The little girl's mouth was so sweet.

"Yo, look at this little mouth, it's as sweet as honey, no wonder your grandfather and grandfather have come up with a soul after not seeing each other for a day!" The fourth aunt smiled and put the basket in Bian Rui's hand.

"The sweet potato flour you get at home, if you don't have it at home, I'll get you a little, if it's delicious, go to the house to get it," the fourth aunt said politely.

Bian Rui took the basket and then knew that the basket was almost eight or nine catties, sweet potato flour as the name suggests is a powdery thing made of sweet potatoes, but it is not a sweet potato ground up, but it is extracted after the sweet potato is ground, about ten catties of sweet potatoes can produce a pound of flour, and it is quite time-consuming to make it by hand.

"Ouch, why did you send this over!" Bian Rui's mother came out of the kitchen and was polite to the concubine while wiping her hands with her apron.

The fourth aunt said: "This is thanks to your little nineteen, otherwise our stupid thing doesn't know when it will be able to turn back, let alone this little thing, even if half of the house is given to the little nineteen, we are willing."

"Look at what you said to the fourth sister-in-law, it is his blessing that Nineteen can help, go, pour down the noodles, and give some persimmons from last year to your fourth aunt."

After Bian Rui responded, he turned around and entered the house, of course, the fourth aunt was naturally polite in the yard, this is the case among the villagers, you send it and I send it, everyone pays attention to this form, even the politeness is so familiar, outsiders may think it is fake, but Bian Rui feels that there is warmth and family affection here, which is really much better than the cold city.

Waiting for the fourth aunt to leave, Bian Rui directly scooped a bowl of sweet potato flour here, stirred it with water, and became a semi-dilute porridge.

The little girl was very curious when she saw her father's movements, and she didn't know what her father was going to do, but she knew that what her father was going to do must be delicious, and her own son was too lazy to move.

"Daddy, what are you going to do here? is it delicious?" asked the little girl.

Bian Rui's father said to his granddaughter: "Your father is going to fry the noodles, and you will eat it when it is ready, and we won't eat this."

In the past, when the family was poor, three meals a day were sweet potatoes and stick noodles, and if you eat them upside down, you would have hurt the old man a long time ago, but now you can drink some stick noodles porridge, and other stick noodles and cakes, baked sweet potatoes are not stained.

Bian Rui didn't explain anything, and entered the house with a basin.

"Fried noodles?"

Bian Rui's mother also knew what her son was going to do at a glance.

Bian Rui snorted, and then said to grandma: "Milk, you boil the small pot for me!"

Seeing that grandma nodded, Bian Rui walked to the place where the vegetables were resting, flipped through it, and saw that there was everything in the green garlic and peppers, so he picked up the small bamboo basket and began to wash it.

There is nothing to wash home-grown, and there are no pesticides, just wash the mud on it. Wash the garlic and set it aside, and then the small pot is hot.

Bian Rui stirred the slimy paste that had begun to settle a little, and then slowly poured it into the pot along the edge of the pot, and when all the paste entered the pot, he took the spatula and began to spread the paste on both sides of the pot, so that soon a thin cake appeared in the pot, but this thin cake was translucent, in fact, this thing is a powder, and the vermicelli is exactly the same thing, but this is a piece, the vermicelli is one by one, this thing is also thick, and it also absorbs oil, because the bottom is hot and slightly burnt, so it will have a burnt fragrance。

Turn the skin over, take out the skin after the top is dried, divide it into strips of two finger widths horizontally and vertically with a knife, put it on a plate for later use, put oil in the pot at this time, wait for the oil to heat up and add green garlic, the oil should be more, this thing eats oil, green peppers, red peppers, yellow peppers and yellow peppers are fragrant, and the fragrance comes out, pour the powder skin into the pot, stir-fry a few times, slightly add water, soy sauce, etc., so that the powder skin will not be dry, and it will taste more lubricated.

Cover the pot and simmer for less than a minute, the pot has not yet risen, grab a handful of leeks and throw them into the pot, and then cover the pot and count to ten, and the simple fried noodles will be ready.

The powdered skin is translucent and translucent, wrapped in a layer of shiny oil, and the shiny pink skin is paired with green leek leaves, fiery red peppers, and yellow yellow peppers, which makes people very appetizing.

If the flavor is a little heavier, you can also sprinkle some pepper, and the taste is really beautiful.

Bian Rui felt that the beauty was overturned, but his mother and grandmother were not interested in this thing at all, they had eaten this thing for more than ten years, and now it was good to see that it was good not to vomit, and it was impossible for them to eat it, even if Bian Rui wanted to eat it in the house, he directly drove Bian Rui out of the kitchen.

Bian Rui took a small bowl, dialed a small half into the small bowl, and handed it to the little girl out of the yard.

"What is this?" the little girl took the bowl and saw the dark sauce-colored pink skin, a little afraid to eat, and always felt that this thing didn't seem to be too delicious.

"Fried noodles!" said Bian Rui's father.

When the little girl heard this, she immediately retorted: "Grandpa lied, I have eaten white powder, and there is no such color!"

The little girl has eaten all the powdered skin is white, and there is no color of this color, so she doesn't recognize it, not only does she not recognize it, but she also resists a little, because she doesn't like the color of this fried color so much.

Bian Rui was eating here, and when he heard his daughter's description, he suddenly felt a little disgusted: "You can't have some good adjectives?"

"It's-colored, it's similar to what I pulled yesterday," said the little girl, picking up the pink skin in the bowl.

Bian Rui had no choice but to hold back his nausea, reaching out to hit or scolding, and before he could slap the little girl's ass, it was estimated that his own Lao Tzu's slap would be the first to slap the back of his head.

So Bian Rui took the bowl and walked to the door, squatting on the edge of the stream in front of the door, slowly sucking the fried noodles in the bowl, enjoying the deliciousness while reminiscing about his youth. At that time, I had to be happy for a long time to eat such a meal, not because the skin was rare, but because this thing was too fuel-intensive, and my mother was reluctant to put too much oil to get this, and this oil could be fried to make four or five dishes.

Bian Rui was reminiscing about the green years, and suddenly saw a small bowl stretched out next to his plate, and turned his head to see his own girl standing next to him, with two leeks on her little cheeks, and her small mouth and nose were all oily.

"Is it delicious?"

"It's delicious, it's delicious, Daddy is so delicious!" the little girl nodded as she stared at the pink skin on her father's plate.

Bian Rui gave the remaining half to his daughter, and the father and daughter squatted by the stream, eating noodles together.

If someone passes by at this time, they will find that the two men and women not only sit in the same position, but even the action of sucking the pink skin is exactly the same, and even the action of tilting their heads when picking the pink skin with chopsticks is the same, but there is a difference between large and small in figure.

A plate of flour skin belly, when it is time to eat, the father and daughter can't eat, the flour skin is full of fuel consumption, after this plate of father and daughter is divided, until tomorrow morning there is no trace of hunger, heavy oil out of the things through hunger.

So the father and daughter sat at the table and watched almost a dinner, and then held hands with small hands, and the two of them walked towards their small courtyard with a full burp.