"Hee-hee!"

So with a high appearance and a good heart, he took out a bag of maltose with powdered white sugar from his yellow canvas schoolbag. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Naturally, it is a hurry to buy in the [Shuning Yunshang System], and between the busy schedules, I don't forget to save money, and I still buy the cheapest one, alas!

[Hey!Big brother!You're picking up a girl!]

"Meizi! Give ...... "Haoshuang!" Yan Songjie handed a bag to Han Zhimei.

Han Zhimei, who smiled into crescent eyes, was also not polite, and any anger and resentment disappeared: "Brother, you taste it first." The whole person's attitude changed 360 degrees, and he became a good girl next door.

"Okay!" Yan Songjie was not polite, and stretched out his tongue to directly roll the maltose handed over by Han Zhimei into his mouth.

"Brother doesn't eat maltose, it's lonely!" looked at Yan Songjie and licked his palm.

Han Zhimei retracted her hand and picked up one and put it in her mouth, her eyes were full of Yan Songjie's brother.

Brother still thinks about himself, knowing that he loves to eat maltose, and the promise he once made, a large piece of maltose, has finally been fulfilled! "Brother, take a piece and feed me ......"

"Oh! good!" Yan Songjie never expected that Niu was picking up brother. It's too proactive! Brother! Not ready!

Good times! Always come and go: "Xiao Gao! Go home for dinner!"

[I remember when I was young.]

Mom stands at the door of the house calling

This call to Mom's smiling face

You will be like a bird returning home

Go home for dinner

No matter what's in the bowl, it's incredibly sweet

That taste is still on the tongue

Growing up, I tasted all the sadness

Coming home becomes a distant call from mom

This call to Mom's smiling face

Let the appearance be high, and the initial and most genuine warmth

Mother!Familiar to go home for dinner!] Yan Songjie, who was called, could only ......, "It's here!"

"Go to my house for dinner!" Yan Songjie was habitually polite and asked Han Zhimei.

"Wow! good!" Han Zhimei dragged Yan Songjie and walked towards Yan Songjie's house.

"Oh, yes, my brother was taken by a girl. Come back to your senses and go home for dinner together!

In this countryside, eating is simpler, the rice is full, and you can eat as much as you want.

The mother saw that she was steaming the salted meat and marinated, and she poured it all over the place, and the son of the eighteen-blue bowl of rice suddenly blurred his eyes with tears, and his throat was choked, and he couldn't speak.

"Slow down! there's still rice in the cauldron. ”

"Mom! The rice has been eaten by my younger brother, but he eats eighteen bowls, and he is too edible!" Sister Yan Songjie reminded that there was no one in the cauldron.

"My son will eat some vegetables too!" Lingling went to cook a big pot of rice again. "The mother has a good appearance, and she can't imagine how dry her son is at the third brother's house. "Son! Mom has found that you are particularly able to endure hardships now! You have been wronged in the third uncle's house!"

"Mom! [I can endure hardships now], I thought about it carefully, and I can only do the first 6 words with my current skills. Yan Songjie looked at his mother with an innocent face. : [I can eat it especially now]

"I'm laughing to death!" Han Zhimei's laughter trembled.

Meat and vegetarian matching, what kind of meat is this meat, all lean meat, just a small plate.

Due to the delicate meat and delicious taste, Yan Songjie brushed it twice and dried it out.

"Mom, what kind of meat is this?" Yan Songjie couldn't remember.

"Thorny meat!" Yan Songjie's mother explained: "Grandma caught it, and she burned this plate!"

"That's right!" "Songjie, you didn't go to grandma's house today, I'll go around later."

"Okay! got it! Mom!" Yan Songjie hurriedly responded.

"I'll go with you!" Han Zhimei volunteered.

Ke Shixiu's face was full of happy and satisfied smiles at this time.

"Let your sister go too!" Yan Houping spoke.

"Sister, let's go together" Han Zhimei pulled Yan Songling. This is Yan Songjie's own sister.

Yan Houping has two children, and it is better to have both children and daughters.

"Songjie, it's time to go, grandpa baked a potato in the baking oven! ”

Charcoal charcoal grilled yam is delicious! I haven't eaten it for many years.

This is a row to solve the battle. "Let's go!"

My grandfather's house is not far away, three to five minutes walk.

From afar, I saw my grandfather's house leaning against the door, 1 meter high, wooden baking oven.

After a long period of smoke and fire, the wood color has already changed from light yellow to dark yellow.

On the stove was a half-filled porcelain gargle jar of fresh duck fat, and a small white brush was inserted.

A large tongs hung by the hearth.

There was a long queue, waiting for the baked pancakes to come out.

Grandfather's duck fat baked cake is a must for Qiao Lin, and it is famous far and wide.

A piece of duck fat baked cake is actually a six-layer cake, which is wrapped in fine chopped chives and golden duck fat pastry.

There is a lot of duck fat crisp in a piece of baked cake, about the size of an egg, and the duck fat crisp is a brown and crispy roasted one, which is better to eat while it is hot, and it is easier to drive away the biting cold.

When you take a bite, there is a hint of saltiness, the fragrance of green onions, the burnt cake by the stove, and the warm duck fat brush on the sesame seeds, which is very delicious.

This kind of duck fat baked cake, the skin is yellow and the shell is crispy, the inside is soft and crispy, you must eat it hot, bite down a little salty, the deliciousness of the duck fat is mixed with the fragrance of sesame seeds, it is very delicious!!

If it is cooled for too long, it will become hard and sticky, but it will not taste good.

Price: 0.15 yuan

The selling price is not low, but the supply exceeds demand.

The main thing is that there is not so much duck fat, and the duck fat is served in roast duck or salted duck restaurants.

"Grandpa!" The affectionate call echoed in the air, and the good-looking grandfather was called from afar.

Grandpa is thin and tall but strong, the scones must be and noodles, the boiling water must be heated and dozens of catties of noodles, no one is strong, a strength, it can't be kneaded, the noodles will die, and the taste is poor.

My grandfather used a large tongs hanging by the stove to touch the side of the charcoal fire, and when he saw that it was almost ripe, he turned over the sweet potato with the tongs, and waited for a while, and a sweet potato with a fragrant aroma was freshly baked.

Grandpa put a large pair of tongs into the hearth and took out the roasted sweet potatoes.