Ergouzi's eyes were red when he heard this, he rode on the courtyard wall, and glared at Zhang Hong and a few people hatefully: "I got Sister Fangfang's permission to enter the door of Brother Gangzi's house, and Sister Fangfang asked us to pick persimmons, and said that the ripe persimmons were picked and let us share them. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info you people can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour!

"Yes! No way!" The child next to Ergouzi pinched a piece of mud and climbed up the wall and threw it at Zhang Hong.

Coincidentally, Zhang Hong was about to open her mouth to speak, and the mud hit the red heart, tightly blocking her rap mouth.

The two dogs and a group of people laughed so much that they turned their backs and turned over, and even Li Cangzhu, who was as serious as a little adult, smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit.

Zhang Hong spit out the mud in his mouth, ran to rinse his mouth again, and came back with a sturdy mallet, "Which stinky boy did it......?"

"You fight, you have the ability to fight!" The children are not afraid of her, among these people, it is estimated that Li Cangzhu has never been beaten with a mallet, and the rest of the people have old and thick skin.

"What's going on?" Qingling came back, just in time to see Zhang Hong climbing on the wall of Xiang's courtyard with her hips crossed, yelling at a few children in the yard, snorting in her heart, and running forward to ask about the situation.

"Sister Fangfang, you came back just in time, tell this ugly woman quickly, we are not thieves, we have your permission to come to Brother Gangzi's house to pick persimmons!"

"Yes, I asked you to come, what's wrong?" Qingling replied, suspiciously scanning the onlookers, "Brother Gangzi's persimmons are ripe, because I want to go into the city, I don't have time to pick them, so I asked Ergouzi and a few children to help, and promised them to pick the ripe persimmons and take them home." What's the problem?"

"So that's the case, Reagan's daughter-in-law yelled so loudly, and thought that the second dog took the lead in naughty again...... "The people who eat melons saw that things were not what they thought, and there was nothing lively to see, so they went home for lunch one by one.

Mao Afeng stepped forward flatteringly: "Yingfang, since whoever picks it can take it home, then I'll pick it." ”

Qingling smiled and said: "Don't bother Aunt Afeng, the dogs should have picked almost everything, and I plan to make dried persimmons for the rest." ”

Dried persimmons do not need to be too ripe, the yellow skin of the skin decreases and begins to turn red, the flesh is still hard, and the dried persimmon is chewy.

Mao Afeng consciously put his hot face on other people's cold farts and stocks, snorted, and left boringly.

Zhang Hong glared at a few children fiercely, turned his head and said to Qingling: "For the sake of you being an uncle and apprentice, I was kind enough to help you look after the house, but I was thrown mud by these rabbit cubs, this matter must be solved, if I am not satisfied, I will tell you endlessly!"

"Aunt Reagan, it's wrong for children to throw mud, but you shouldn't call them thieves indiscriminately. Framing people is going to close the cowshed, for the sake of your starting point, let's not look for the secretary to comment, both sides take a step back, you apologize to the children first, and I also let the children apologize to you. ”

"What! let me apologize to these bunnies?" Zhang Hong's eyes widened, "Are you mistaken!"

"I think you're mistaken! Who are you scolding, a rabbit cub? Don't think that big eyes will give you the upper hand. The second dog girl heard the wind and ran to help, and the posture of rolling her sleeves scared Zhang Hong to slide off the wall.

"Okay, okay, there are a lot of you, I can't quarrel with you, I admit this ......loss" Zhang Hong saw that he couldn't please him, so he ran away in disgrace.

The second dog jumped and cheered: "Victory!

"The bad guys run away!" cheered the other children.

The corners of Qingling's mouth twitched, she was really a bear child, and the things that offended people were like leeks in spring - one stubble after another, and she couldn't cut them all.

Li Cangzhu got off the door bolt and came out to greet Qingling: "Aunt Fang, are you back?"

The cute little appearance made Qingling's heart melt.

"Let's go, pick up the chicken, and go to my aunt's house for dinner at noon! Go with you, dogs, and I'll make you a particularly delicious snack." ”

"Huh?" several children were collectively dumbfounded, "Up, up to your house?"

"yes! What's wrong?"

"You dare to live under the same roof as a snake, but we don't have the guts. Ergouzi Niang snorted angrily, and then grabbed Ergouzi's ears and roared in Hedong, "Come home with me!"

"It hurts, it hurts...... Mother, don't pinch your ears, I still have persimmons to take. ”

"Where's the persimmon?"

"Here, here, here. The second dog ran to the backyard to get his share of persimmons.

The second dog's face finally looked better, took the basket full of persimmons, and went home with the child's ears.

Ergouzi grinned in pain, and didn't forget to say goodbye to Qingling: "Sister Fangfang, I'll go first! When do you pick a hard persimmon and squeak, I'll help you...... Hiss...... Mother...... Tap tap ......

When the other children saw that the two dogs were gone, they also dispersed in a swarm after thanking Qingling.

Li Cangzhu raised his little face and said solemnly: "Aunt Fang, I'm not afraid of snakes, I'll go home with you." ”

"Puff...... Qingling couldn't help but smile and touch his head, "Forget it, my aunt will take you to the master's house, and the master's house can also make good food." ”

As long as the teacher doesn't scold her for being a loser.

On the ferry back, she heard a middle-aged woman sitting next to her seat who had returned to Yanjiang Commune to visit relatives talk about an expensive dim sum that is now popular in Kyoto -- red lotus -- and said that only high-ranking cadres could eat it.

You need to use red lotus, sugar, sesame oil, and water, which happen to be available at home, and Qingling wants to try it. Like a hard-working little bee, busy running around, with plenty of money, he has to reward himself.

I pricked up my ears and listened carefully, and found that the method was still simple -- the red lotus was washed and peeled and cut into hob pieces; fried in the oil pan and taken out to control the oil when the color was golden brown; another pot was filled with water and sugar, and the soup was boiled over low heat, from the large bubble of water to the small bubble of water, and the large bubble of sugar boiled to the small bubble of sugar and then to thick and discolored; at this time, the fried red lotus can be put in, and if the pot cannot be shaken, then the spoon will be reversed, so that the sugar solution will be completely stained on the red lotus, and put it on the plate with a few drops of sesame oil.

Sprinkle with a few white sesame seeds to garnish, and the improved version of the red lotus is done!

But it's really a sugar expense, and the pound of sugar I bought is half a pound smaller.

Shi Niang looked at the pain on the side, and said vigorously: "Don't do it in the future, it's too sugar-consuming, and it costs oil...... It's like cutting meat."

But it also tastes really good. Qingling sandwiched a piece, dipped it in the boiling water, and ate it in her mouth, which was sweet and not sticky to her teeth. I never thought that the red lotus that was either steamed or boiled could make such a delicious delicacy.