As soon as Lin Huimin heard it, she knew that it was Yaya who came to her, took a few bowls of cucumbers and went out, but as soon as she came ashore, she saw Yaya with a red face, and said anxiously: "Mom, several people came to the house and pulled Dad away!".

Far away in Jiangcheng, the soup coriander is stewing the winter melon cup, the winter melon is light, the soup boiled with the scallop is fresh and sweet, dig a spoonful of soft and clear melon flesh and eat, just drop the autumn dryness, moisturize and loosen the throat.

She started with a big winter melon, the meat is thick, it is enjoyable to eat, and it is not easy to leak soup.

There is the fragrance of winter melon in the soup, the fresh sweetness of the filling in the melon flesh, Mr. Lu eats it with relish, the salty fragrance of fried chicken and fried cuttlefish rolls left in the mouth just now is washed by this soup, and the sweetness of the aftertaste is the most hooking.

However, no matter how big the winter melon is, the flesh is only the thickness of a small bowl, and the small yellow kernel with the smell of melon is dug up, and the world of the melon heart is so big.

Add the boiled chicken thigh scallops, then barley, a few wolfberries and a few pitted dates. In some places, it is said that the red jujube kernel is dry, and it is unhealthy to eat without going to the pit, and the soup coriander also paid attention, and took a chopstick to gently top the jujube stem, and the core broke out of the skin from the jujube buttocks.

The soup is infused with stewed chicken thighs and scallops, and the plate is pressed to the mouth of the cup, and the inside of the cup becomes a world of its own.

So no matter how slippery the chicken thigh meat is in the water, the wolfberry can also be glimpsed one or two, or the heartless red dates should also know the heartiness of the wolfberry, and the barley and the scallop will also cherish each other's strength, and they don't seem to disturb each other, but they know each other.

Just like Lingzhen.

Lingzhen is a small town, and the "small" is compared to a big city like Jiangcheng, which is still full of people and cars at 12 o'clock in the evening.

This "small" is full of the big world inside, just like the steamed winter melon cup in the pot of Jiangcheng soup coriander, when the fire is strong enough and reaches a certain heat, the world in the cup has its own subversion.

With sweat and tears on her face, the girl said with a trembling cry: "I just steamed the dish of meat and mushrooms, and when I lifted it out, the door was kicked open...... They rushed in and pulled Dad out, both male and female. There was an old woman who came to our house. ”

Lin Huimin only felt a surge of breath in her heart and choked in her throat - it should be her mother-in-law and uncle's family!

She searched all the pockets of her body and didn't find a tissue and handkerchief, so she had to wipe her face with her hand, and said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, let's go back now and find your father...... Where is your dad being taken now......

Yaya choked on saliva: "Dad, Dad is still at school, Principal Yuan and Aunt Ai helped stop people, and the security guard also called, saying that you can't just pull people away." ”

Lin Huimin calmed down a little at this time, and handed the bowls of cucumbers to the guests in the waiting position.

The faces of those people changed, and they exchanged gossip glances, and one of them hesitated to speak.

The eldest sister asked, "Hui Min, I remember that your husband has been missing for many years, right?"

Lin Huimin wiped Yaya's face with her hand, and was pulling her up to leave.

Hearing this, she straightened up, wiped Yaya's face again, stood up and faced the curious ones, and said: "This is my adopted daughter Yaya, you go and ask the eldest sister of the kebab stall at the end of the gluttonous street, I have an urgent matter at home here, go first, shoot the cucumber and eat it and then continue, you eat slowly." ”

Lin Huimin has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and she can be seen at a glance that she is a good master, otherwise she would not have been looked down upon by her mother-in-law, saying that she is a "flurry head, and occasionally suffocates a bubble of farts after a few sticks".

Lin Huimin has her own upbringing, so she will naturally fight when it is time to fight. But her mother-in-law is typical of being well-fed, shouting about life and death when she has nothing to do, and no one has the spare time to help her.

In general, Lin Huimin is young and beautiful, and he looks kind when he is middle-aged, and he speaks without hurry, which makes people feel comfortable to listen to.

The autumn sun in Lingzhen is still very scorching, and the few people who were waiting under the trees on the shore took the bowls of cucumbers, and were blown by the big fan next to them, and they were embarrassed to say anything.

The autumn days are long, the sunlight is blocked by the green trees, the color of salted egg yolks is baked down, and the green skin and green flesh are dotted with chili pepper grains, which feels different and comfortable.

Each small bowl was accompanied by a toothpick, and after a few bites, those few people were succumbed to this sweet crisp, sucking the sour and spicy liquid, and they were also worried about Lin Huimin and Yaya.

An old man sitting at the end of the wind at the other end said: "If I hadn't come to eat this meal with my son today, I wouldn't know, that girl is from our village, her father is a stupid madman, and he was arrested several times in the fortune-telling village, and finally came to our village and was picked up by the girl." ”

The eldest sister who asked just now answered: "Could it be that the crazy team who was caught went to the house to pull people?"

The person next to him speculated: "I guess I was reported by a neighbor! Who can stand a madman screaming all day long at home?"

……

Along the way, Lin Huimin walked next to each other, and the heat in autumn was particularly strong, and the whole town was baked into a piece of scum cake.

The two called a two-wheeled motorcycle, and the car sped past the door of each house, occasionally bumped a few times by the small potholes of the old road, and the aroma of porridge and fried eggs along the way rushed to drill into people's noses.

There is also a dustpan at the door of some houses, drying more than a dozen pickled melon skins, and a thin layer of salt frost rises on the surface of the yellow melon skin, and the aroma of the fried melon skin grains wafts out of the house.

Lin Huimin missed her daughter for no reason at this time - when she was a child, she used this slender melon skin as a tie.

If Coriander was here, she probably wouldn't be like her, halfway through the road, and people baked the melon skin with this salt frost, and even the brain was steamed dry, and she couldn't think of a way at all.

Lin Huimin sometimes stir-fried a melon peel granule, stir-fried porridge, scrambled with eggs, no need to put salt, the salt taste of the melon skin will naturally seep in, the grain is full, and the sound of "swish" declares its saltiness and crispness.

In fact, this morning, Lin Huimin steamed a lean meat with melon skin and cooked a large pot of white porridge, which can be eaten for breakfast and lunch. Chop the lean meat, mix with peanut oil and a little salt, first drop the floating salt after the melon skin is over the water, cut it into pieces, throw it in, add the mushrooms and cut into cubes, mix well, and steam for ten minutes.

This meat is particularly fragrant and tender and smooth, nutritious and easy to absorb, and is one of the standing side dishes of porridge in Lingzhen on hot days.

Many breakfast stalls on the road have been collected, and squatting under the faucet with floral aprons washing dishes and plates.

There are some small fried shops and wonton shops left, with cloth tents at the door, and the shopkeeper also holds a bowl of white porridge or wonton in his mouth, with some pickles, and eats deliciously, leisurely watching the driver wearing a big melon shell helmet flashing at the door, carrying two mothers and daughters with faces more scorched than this day, leaving a butt of gasoline smoke.

This made Lin Huimin and Yaya look like monkeys on fire, flying over with a black smoke and no brains.

Winter melon is a good thing, there are one or two in the large and small vegetable stalls in Lingzhen, long strips, thigh-like thickness, a layer of white hair on the face is the most popular, everyone buys it in twos and twos, and the stall owner cuts it in a circle, smiling with white eyebrows.

Principal Yuan also cut a circle of winter melon, chop the moderately fat and thin pork into minced meat, add salt, cornstarch, soy sauce and marinate for a few minutes, peel and slice the winter melon and put it on a disc, after the pot is hot, put oil and stir-fry the ginger slices, fry the minced meat, shovel it into the winter melon plate, add water to the pot to boil, and put the winter melon plate into the pot and steam.

As soon as the winter melon was steamed, Principal Yuan took advantage of the heat to sprinkle some light soy sauce on it, and was about to sprinkle green onions, when he heard the crazy screams of men and the cries of children outside, mixed with the scolding of the old woman.

Yuan Keke ran in on her short legs, the mung bean cake in her hand shook the meat ball on her face, her eyes were full of excitement, but more fear: "Grandpa, someone grabbed an uncle from Sister Coriander's house!"

Principal Yuan made a tiger face: "I'm about to eat mung bean cake, go back to the hall to drink saliva, don't run around!"

Principal Yuan beckoned his wife to come over and sprinkle green onions on the meat foam winter melon, and walked out.

The wife stuffed a piece of green and white winter melon into the mouth of the little meat ball, and spooned a small spoonful of meat foam into it, the little meat ball snorted and ate, the mouth was clear and sweet, and the throat was moist, and asked: "Grandma, the uncle and grandma who caught people over there are so terrible, is she the tiger grandmother?"

The wife hurriedly took mung bean cake to plug the little ancestor's mouth.