Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Big White Steamed Bun in Autumn

"Noodles? Okay, let's eat noodles tonight." ”

When he entered the house, he took a dustpan and a kitchen knife, and went to the back garden to cut a wisp of leeks.

I plan to make noodles twice at night, which I learned from my nanny in my last life, and she is a Shandong native who makes leek soup twice and the noodles are particularly bright.

As soon as I finished picking the leeks, I heard a knock on the door.

Well, Aunt Guo, are they back?

As soon as I opened the door, I saw three children standing in the doorway.

It turned out to be Guo Ping, the nine-year-old son of Brother Guo's family, leading his six-year-old sister Guo Juan'er, and the other was Guo An, the eight-year-old son of Guo's second brother's family.

The youngest, Guo Juan, stood at the front, and her two older brothers stood behind her.

It seems that she was knocking on the door just now.

Squatted down and asked Guo Juan in a soft voice: "Is Xiao Juan'er looking for her aunt?"

The little girl looked at me timidly, nodded without speaking.

"Oh...... Can you tell my aunt about what you're looking for me?"

Guo Juan tugged at the corner of her clothes with her little hands, one by one, one by one, but she didn't speak, and the two brothers who were standing behind after waiting for a while were also anxious, puffing back and forth.

Later, Guo Ping, who was still the biggest, stood up and said loudly: "Auntie, we want to eat the sand fruit in your yard, can you pick some for us?" After finishing speaking, he was probably afraid that I would not give them to them. He added: "Five per person is enough, not too much." ”

I smiled and asked, "Only five?"

The three children nodded: "Uh-huh, uh-huh"

I smiled again and asked, "Do you know how to count?" I'll give you as much as you can count, okay?"

"Okay, I'll do it first. Guo Ping said loudly.

"Okay, you count, I'll listen. "Let them into the courtyard.

Guo Ping, who was standing under the tree, looked at the sand fruits on the tree and counted them loudly.

“1.2.3.4.5.…… 37.38.39.… Well... I was able to count to 39. ”

"Yes, the number is good, who will come next. ”

"Auntie, I'll come," Guo An said.

"Okay, let's go. ”

“1.2.3.…… 17.18.19.20, I can count to 20"

"Okay, I see, I'll give you 20 fruits in a moment. The cat leaned down and asked Guo Juan: "Xiaojuan, how many can you count?" ”

"Well, I can count dozens of aunts. ”

"Yes, Xiaojuan can count ten numbers correctly, and my aunt will reward you with five. ”

Listening to me say that there is a reward for counting correctly, Xiaojuan smiled and replied, "Okay," the little girl waved her hand and counted "1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8.9.10." I'm done," the little girl looked at me and smiled, she probably knew she had counted them all.

"Yes, that's right, you wait for your aunt to pick sand fruits for you," he said, and then opened the barn and moved the ladder out.

One end of the ladder rests on a thick branch.

I climbed up the ladder to the tree, picked some sand fruits from a nearby branch, got down the ladder and told a few small ones that they had finished checking their deserving, "This sand fruit is not too ripe and a little sour, and when it is ripe, you will come back and I will pick some more for you." ”

The three little ones took the fruit with a happy face and said politely, "Thank you, auntie"

"Well, let's go, Guo Ping will lead his younger brothers and sisters home to eat, save a while your mother won't find you. ”

The three little ones giggled and agreed to run away with their clothes in their pockets.

Looking at the children running away, I thought to myself: In a few years, the good man and the steamed bun will grow so big, and they will be as lively as them!

Aunt Guo'er and the others arrived home at half past five.

It was Brother Guo who helped me carry the flour to the warehouse.

Looking at the snow-white flour, my nose seems to have smelled the fragrance.

At night, I eat fragrant, smooth, and chewy hand-rolled noodles. With the aroma of leeks in the soup, I ate three bowls at once, and then walked around the yard a few times before I dared to go into the house to sleep.

Before going to bed, I sent another pot of noodles, ready to steam some big white steamed buns tomorrow to eat.

Yesterday, the first afternoon lady came once and sent a pumpkin, saying that tomorrow is the beginning of autumn to eat pumpkin to grow fat.

Is it already about to start autumn? I forgot all the days!

Some people say that the transition between summer and autumn is like love between lovers.

Summer is the heat when you are in love, and autumn is a little cool when you are not in love.

When I got up in the morning, I breathed a little cool air and looked at the blue sky, so it turned out that this was autumn.

Put the noodles on the small Suda, knead them, divide them into steamed buns one by one, and then knead them into a round and small bald head, put them in the pot and steam them to eat the soft steamed buns.

After half an hour of waiting after boiling the pot, the steamed buns were finally served on the table, eating the fragrant and soft steamed buns, drinking the sweet pumpkin soup, I found that my appetite has been increasing recently! I actually ate one and a half big steamed buns! Will I become a big fat man in the future?

After eating, I cleaned up the barn, found a basket with a hole at the bottom, and repaired it so that I could carry it to pick mushrooms tomorrow.

He pulled a rope in the barn, went into the house and took the embroidery to the barn, and the oiled paper was spread out to dry in a place where the sun could shine, and the embroidery was tied on the tied rope.

I locked the door to the barn.

In this way, even if someone comes, as long as they don't enter the warehouse, they won't see the embroidery in the corners.

I found two more soft wicker sticks and filled the hole at the bottom of the back basket.

After making up for it, I tried it on my back, and it was quite comfortable to carry.

Let's use it for mushrooms tomorrow, so happily decided.

Yesterday, when I was cutting leeks, I found that the peppers in the garden were much redder.

I picked them off and put them on today, dried them into dried chili peppers, and when I made sauerkraut soup in winter, I put two of them inside, and it tasted great!

Carrying the frame into the garden, this year planted a total of two cages of peppers, usually eat less now a large piece of red, the red peppers are picked, half green and not red will be left on the seedlings for a few more days.

After picking two baskets in total, he sat in the yard with needlework and thread, chatting with his mother-in-law while wearing chili peppers.

Basically, I'm saying that my mother-in-law is smiling and nodding, or yes.

I asked my mother-in-law if she liked chili peppers?

The wife smiled and nodded.

I asked my mother-in-law if it was good to make her a cotton coat in winter.

The mother-in-law still smiled and nodded, "um".

I told my mother-in-law that I would pick mushrooms tomorrow, and she would go to Aunt Guo's house with the children in her arms, and she would pick them up when I came back.

The two baskets were threaded with five strings of chili peppers, each one a meter long.

I walked around the yard with the peppers I was wearing, and I found a few nails in the window of the barn, and it seemed that this was the place where the peppers were hung every year, and I stepped on the stool to hang the peppers in strings.

The red and bright peppers hang on the windows of the barn, and when you look at them from a distance, you can see them up close, no matter how you look at them, you can feel festive.