"Auntie, you, what are you doing? That chicken was caught by Ling'er and me, you are like this, you ......" Watch the old man hand her the money, although it is enough to buy the chicken and even the eggs. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Liu Qing looked at the old man in embarrassment, seeing that the old man was still stuffing into his hands, and couldn't help but stop explaining.

"Take it, kid. It's not easy, you are like this, how can you make us feel at ease. I don't know how much she can do, but you help us, and I am sincerely grateful to you in my heart. But we can't eat the chickens and the eggs in vain. Take it, let people see that it's not good. If you don't accept it, my aunt will be embarrassed to ask you for help in the future. Come, take ......"

Liu Qing's stop and embarrassment, Aunt Lin looked at him, grabbed the money and stuffed it into his hand.

"Yes, Brother Liu Qing, you can accept it, if you don't accept it, we will be really embarrassed to ask you for help in the future."

Wanling came home to see the old man put down his things and go out, and followed him out. Seeing this scene, although she was aware of the current situation of this family. I also know how important this money is to this family. But Aunt Lin did this, thinking about what she said to herself on the mountain.

She still stepped forward and pulled with Aunt Lin with Liu Qing, grabbed his hand and stuffed the money into his hand.

"Ling'er, you, okay, don't pull it, I'll take it, can't I accept it? Is. Ling'er, I'm going up the mountain in the afternoon, just tell me, I'll accompany you. I'll go back, girl. ”

Seeing that the villains also came to obstruct it, Liu Qing saw that they were so insistent that they had to accept the money. Saying that, thinking about how the villain often runs to the mountain these days, he still looked at her, smiled at Aunt Lin as he spoke, and turned back.

"Alas, Ling'er saw it, this kid's friendship for you."

Aunt Lin saw that although he accepted the money, he treated the villain like this in front of him. Although she knew that this girl's mind was not simple, she still sighed and reminded her.

"Auntie, I know. Uncle Yun didn't come back, are we cooking or making corn porridge now? ”

Seeing the old man's sorrow for the peach blossom he provoked, Wanling was helpless. How can these people be more sensitive than themselves, but Liu Qing didn't confess to himself, so he just went to someone to say it, and others wanted to say that they just looked at themselves pitiful and helped? Isn't this a martyr for yourself?

Although the old man was helpless and sensitive to himself, he still smiled to appease the old man, went in, thought about what the two had discussed before, and asked her excitedly.

"It's still a while before the people who do the work come back, and your uncle hasn't seen it yet. I think we'll make corn porridge first. When your uncle comes back, we will eat the noodles, and then you will make a fire and steam, and your aunt will roll the noodles for you to eat. Your uncle came back yesterday and got some rice and noodles for a meal. ”

The evening bell is flattering and soft, knowing that the villain is relieved. Thinking that she asked so much of her, not only was she not angry, but she was so relieved, Aunt Lin smiled lightly and was a little embarrassed, and said with a face full of relief.

"Then, then we'll make corn porridge, and I'll go to the village to drink it and see if anyone buys it." Auntie, these wild vegetables and these seasonings, you go wash them, and I'll make corn flour. I put it in and make it to guarantee deliciousness. ”

Aunt Lin said this, knowing that she was worried about Uncle Yun, Wan Ling thought about the situation she thought about along the way, although she had never sold anything, right now, she still looked at the old man and said about preparing corn flour.

After that, he washed the wild vegetables with the old man, chopped them, passed the water, and then processed the wild onions and garlic picked on the mountain, and then walked to the desk.

"Auntie, you light the fire, I'll do it."

The browned corn tortillas made by my grandmother who wanted to eat in the countryside with oil and baked on both sides, although there were not many seasonings in this era, the conditions were not so good, and the corn flour was not really made by cutting off the corn on the cob.

But the bell was full of confidence, and put the wild herbs and her seasonings into the corn flour, and mixed them in a large basin with salt and some melted lard in the water, and stirred them into a paste.

After Aunt Lin boiled the water in the pot, she opened the lid of the pot and with care, grabbed a handful of corn flour vegetables and pressed them on the surface of the pot by the water she boiled.

In the same way, she pressed all the corn cakes in the pot on top. Then the brush rubbed another layer of lard on the corn cakes that stuck to the pot by the water, and then the pot was covered and burned on a low fire.

When you smell the corn poop and the unique fragrance of corn and wild vegetables, open the lid of the pot, carefully dig up the water in the pot with a water scoop, burn it on a low fire, brush another layer of lard underneath, and use a spatula to shovel the corn poop on the side of the pot one by one and put it in the oil in the pot to fry and roast.

Because the corn cake was already cooked when it was on the side of the pot, when she shoveled it down with a shovel, it was already brown on one side of the pot.

"Okay, auntie, you try it, although there is some oil, but I think it should be easy to sell, after all, it doesn't taste bad."

Looking at the more than a dozen corn cakes in the pot that were browned on both sides and bigger than his palm, and the fragrant corn cake, Wan Ling nodded with satisfaction, and said that he shoveled out one and put it in front of the pot and said to Aunt Lin, who was burning the fire.

"Although there is some waste oil, it does look good, well, it tastes good. Better than all the pastries I've ever had. Evening bell, you taste it too. ”

When Aunt Lin heard her say this, she thought that she used a shovel to dig two shovels in the oil tank, knowing that this half jar of oil was almost a year's worth of oil for them. She went halfway there.

Seeing her like this, although Aunt Lin was a little distressed, she still looked at her, and said that she carefully blew her hand and broke a small piece and put it in her mouth.

"This is called reluctant children can't trap wolves, if there is no oil and these seasonings, I am afraid there is no such deliciousness. Yes, it was delicious, it tasted the same as I remembered. Okay, auntie, you and my uncle will try it at home, and I'll take out the rest and sell it. ”

When the old man said this, it could be seen that the old man felt sorry for himself wasting oil. And in this way, Wan Ling still comforted the old man, put the old man who had broken it before in a bowl in front of the pot and said to her, shoveled up the rest, and put it in a clean basket with a clean cloth inside.

"Okay, go and see, that aunt rolls noodles."

Aunt Lin heard her say this, and she really hadn't sold anything. I really can't open that mouth in front of everyone, although I know that she is thinking about this family, and I also know that her identity is different, but she still looks at her when she does this.

"Okay, but auntie, do we have clean paper at home? Like the cardboard you saw before I wrapped something? I wanted someone to buy it, so I wrapped it in this paper. If you want to take it directly to others, people who are full of oil will take it, but they will take it with a lot of oil, what do you say? ”

If you want the corn cake to be good and hot, it will definitely become soft if you cover it yourself. The evening bell was not in a hurry, and asked the old man, thinking about the paper that the old man had taken before.