Mrs. Shu only remembered the accounts that went out, and never kept the accounts in hand, so she snorted angrily: "She wants to be beautiful! The vegetables in the field are grown by us." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info second family, you go pick some vegetables and come back, the door bolt in the backyard is broken and hasn't been repaired, and you go in with a hard push, and the dead girl dares to stop you from breaking in. My mother is going to make steamed buns with noodles. ”

Liu Qiaocui didn't hear it well, and the dead old woman asked her to charge into battle, so she was busy looking for a job to shirk: "Mother, Jianqiang's clothes were torn by branches in the afternoon, I have to make up for him, and I will pay for lamp oil later, and I will wear it tomorrow, so I will wear this body and clothes......"

didn't wait for it to slip away, Mrs. Shu's voice chased after her: "What are you going to make up! It's too late to make up for it when you're free." What kind of decency does it take to work in the field, just make do with a piece that is not too broken, and go pick vegetables first!"

"Mother......" Liu Qiaocui was really panicked, "I have to go, I remember that there is a snake coiled there, I don't dare......"

"It's been a long time, how can I keep it on the plate. If there really is a snake, it won't run away? Go quickly, go quickly! Don't go to the dark again, don't grind! Pick a few of each dish, don't be stupid and pick just one kind of pick...... "Mrs. Shu urged mercilessly.

"Mother, do you want to call Jianqiang to go with me?"

"This is a girl's business, what are you calling Jianqiang for?" Mrs. Shu impatiently pushed her out, "You lazy woman, you need a man to accompany you when you pick some food, and your family's face has been ruined by you!"

The proposal was rejected, Liu Qiaocui wanted to die, a dead old woman! It sounds good, and she has the ability to go by herself! But in the end, she is a daughter-in-law, and her mother-in-law does not dare to disobey her words. Sadly carrying the vegetable basket, he went out with trepidation.

Mrs. Shu chased after her and threw a bamboo basket to her: "The basket is useless! ”

The main thing is that I am afraid of the snakes of the old family, in case I really rely on that piece of land, and I can't move back in a short time. Isn't the food in the backyard just to be seen but not eaten?

……

Qingling slept all afternoon, and she was in good spirits at this time.

Before it was completely dark, I took a walk around the backyard. The vegetables in the vegetable field do not grow well, but there are many types, such as cowpeas, lentils, eggplants, gourds, and gourds...... It's all in season.

Qingling hung her right arm, thinking that it was purely a matter of more than enough to come out with a few dishes full of color and flavor, so it was better to wait for the injury to heal before exerting her strength. This time, I picked a few long cowpeas and three rattan tomatoes, and planned to stew them with rice, and eat them with bean paste. In the past two days, I have been inseparable from rice porridge, and my stomach has been weak.

Long cowpeas are cooked slowly, cut short, and put in the pot at the same time as the rice, and the eggplant is cooked quickly, and the rice is boiled and then put down, and the color is also beautiful.

This Qing Ling learned from the master of the dungeon. Before she was bought by the palace master, she was also an authentic peasant girl, and at the age of nine, she was already a little housekeeper. For seven years in the underground palace, she couldn't go out and didn't send her to work, for fear that her injury and illness would affect the palace master's semi-annual blood collection, and her life was really boring. In addition to drying medicinal herbs and learning some easy-to-understand medical skills by the side of the female doctor, the second is to listen to the food of the master of the house. After coming and going, I have accumulated a lot of delicious ways to eat in my head.

The cowpea stew I heard from the master of the house.

Of course, if you want it to taste good, cowpeas alone are not enough, you also have to serve it with salted meat. And before stewing rice, it is best to stir-fry with oil, bacon and minced garlic, put some rice wine and fish sauce, then pour half a bowl of water, stew for a while, spread the steamed rice that is eight or nine ripe, cover the pot and simmer until the water is dry, and then put in salt and stir-fry and mix well, and the fragrant cowpea stewed rice is done.

There is also a delicious and innovative method of eggplant - the skin and flesh of the eggplant are removed, the meat is cleaned, diced, coated with egg wash, and fried in lard to make it fragrant and crispy. Or, cut into thin strips and dry them, and when you want to eat them, you can simmer them in the old soup on which the fat hen depends, which is just as delicious.

Unfortunately, the current conditions are limited, and I can't find a single bone of salted meat, chicken soup, and clean meat.

Moreover, cook the rice first, then stir-fry, and at least turn the pot in the middle, she hangs an arm, how can she have that strength. The injury is healed, the ingredients are also ready, and there is an authentic cowpea stew again.

Qingling was happily busy with dinner in the stove room. The Westinghouse, Xiao Jin, who was coiled on the beam, opened his sharp little eyes, and swam down the beam silently, out of the West House, through the hall, and went straight to the backyard.

Liu Qiaocui sneakily pushed open the fence door in the backyard, and the rotten bamboo bolt fell to the ground with a click, so startled that she almost screamed. He patted his chest with his breath and cautiously took a step inside. The two eyes glanced left and right, for fear that a snake would come out.

The smell of food came from the direction of the stove, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva, and scolded in her heart: What a little cheap hoof who can't die! Why hasn't he been bitten to death by a poisonous snake? It is a dish from the vegetable field. Hmph! I'll let you go this time, eat it, eat it! When you're full, let those poisonous beasts send you on your way! This house is still ours in the end......

After comforting herself, and not seeing a snake in the vegetable field, Liu Qiaocui's mood improved a lot, and she unloaded the bamboo basket and began to pick vegetables.

Cowpeas can be pickled if they can't be eaten, eggplants can be dried if they can't be eaten, and gourds and gourds can be left for a long time...... I'm picking, I'm picking, I'm picking...... Liu Qiaocui can't wait to move the entire vegetable plot home. She didn't notice that something was swimming towards her.

Until the bamboo basket was so full that she couldn't put it down anymore, Liu Qiaocuifang rubbed her sour waist and straightened up, and scolded gloatingly: "What a cheap hoof! I picked all the vegetables that I could eat, look at what you take with your broken arm!"

Rubbing her waist, Liu Qiaocui took a sip in the direction of the stove room, squatted down and was about to carry the bamboo basket, when a flower appeared in front of her, and a green bamboo leaf fell steadily on the edge of the bamboo basket, holding her triangular head high, like a king, staring at her coldly.

"Emma!

Liu Qiaocui trembled all over, and the bamboo basket was gone, screaming and escaping from the back door of Shu's house.

Qingling heard the movement and poked her head out in confusion. I found that the door of my backyard was open, and the bamboo bolt fell to the ground, and a half-human-high bamboo basket full of vegetables was abruptly erected between the ridges of the vegetable field. Looking up at the courtyard, a familiar back stumbled eastward, which was the direction of the Shu family's old house. Look at Xiao Jin again, lazily swimming by the bamboo basket.

After pondering it back and forth, what else did I not understand? I specified that I wanted to pick vegetables, but I was scared away by Xiao Jin. What does it mean to pick all the ripe vegetables? There are only five people in the old house, and the summer vegetables are not tolerant, and most of the big bamboo baskets will wilt when they are carried back. I'm afraid there are many ingredients that I don't want to leave for her to eat, right?