Immediately let Wang Ya shake her head into a rattle, repeatedly promising that she would hide it and would never spend money indiscriminately, Wang Sheng was also helping on the side, and Wang reluctantly let Wang Ya go.

Wang Ya breathed a sigh of relief, and the ten cents were also firmly in hand.

Afraid that the Wang family would talk about it again, Wang Ya hurriedly ran out of the house, using the excuse that she was going to tinker with her own bamboo shoots.

Wang Ya is not completely making excuses, she calculates the time herself, it has been more than half a month since she dug up the coarse bamboo shoots to pickle the sour bamboo shoots from the first day, it stands to reason that the sour bamboo shoots should be pickled two days ago, however, Wang Ya feels that this is spring, the weather is not hot enough, it may not be conducive to the fermentation of those bacteria, if you want to really taste it, you should put it for two more days, and the longer time will add more flavor.

It just so happened that at home today, the Wang family hadn't taken care of cooking dinner, so Wang Ya planned to open the first sour bamboo shoot jar she made to see if the sour bamboo shoots were pickled.

Because the pickling time is different, so Wang Ya has to mark those jars to prevent the wrong jars, these days, because of the pickling of sour bamboo shoots, the jar at home has been used up by Wang Ya.

Wang Ya found the jar marked with one word on it, opened the sealed rock mouth on it, and a sour smell greeted her, like the smell of stinky socks.

Wang Ya looked at her hands, not very clean, turned around and took a pair of chopsticks out, used chopsticks to clip a sour bamboo shoot, broke a small section with the other hand, tasted it, well, good, it is really delicious enough, it is delicious and sour to eat, even if it is fried without special techniques, it is delicious, mix with salt, add some chili pepper and stir-fry, whether it is with porridge or with white rice, it is good, even with steamed buns.

Wang Ya's method of pickling sour bamboo shoots was learned from the owner of a Northeast snack bar, the fried sour bamboo shoots in that store are a must, and no one can go to the cottage, the main reason is that there are two reasons, one is to have a good hand of pickled sour bamboo shoots, and the other is to fry sour bamboo shoots with special ingredients and add techniques.

Wang happened to walk into the kitchen to make dinner, and when he saw that his daughter didn't know what Lu Dao was holding in her hand, she asked, "Xiaoya, what are you doing?" ”

Wang Ya said proudly: "Mother, come and see, the rough bamboo shoots I made have become done!" Wang Ya didn't say sour bamboo shoots directly.

Wang Shiqi said: "It's done? Can you eat that? ”

Wang Ya deliberately pouted, handed it to Wang's face, and said, "Mother, you underestimate me, you taste it, it's delicious!" It's not bitter at all! ”

Wang glanced at Wang Ya suspiciously, broke a small piece and tasted it, and suddenly looked at the white and tender sour bamboo shoots in front of him with some surprise: "Yo, it's really good, it doesn't seem to have that bitter taste, and it's better than fresh bamboo shoots!" ”

Wang Ya nodded and said, "Yes, mother, look, I'll say it!" ”

Wang couldn't help but boast happily: "It's worthy of being my daughter, it's amazing!" Otherwise, you can eat this bamboo shoot at night! It just so happened that there was no food at home. ”

Wang Ya nodded: "Well, mother, I think so too, mother, you go cook, I'll take it to my father to taste!" Wang Ya's face was stinky.

Wang couldn't help laughing: "Go, go, my mother is cooking, in a while, you can take two and cook for your mother!" ”

Wang Ya couldn't wait to shout while running: "Dad, Dad, come on, look at the bamboo shoots I made, sour, but delicious!" ”

Wang Sheng was still thinking about reading a book for a while, when he heard his daughter shouting about himself outside, he had no choice but to put down the book and walk out, and asked with a smile: "Little girl, what do you want to eat, do you want my father to taste it?" ”

Wang Ya handed the sour bamboo shoots on her chopsticks to Wang Sheng: "Dad, hurry up, you can taste it!" However, I don't know if the hand was loose or what, and suddenly the sour bamboo shoots fell to the ground with a snap, stained with dust.

Wang Ya's mouth suddenly deflated, and she was about to cry: "The bamboo shoots are off, the bamboo shoots are dirty!" ”

Wang Sheng looked at it and hurriedly said: "Don't cry, don't cry, little girl, just wash the bamboo shoots on the ground, good!" Dad, I'll take you to wash up. Saying that, Wang Sheng picked up Wang Ya while picking up the sour bamboo shoots on the ground to clean, and then broke a small piece into his mouth, sure enough, a sour taste stimulated his taste buds, and at the same time there was a sweetness of bamboo shoots, which made Wang Sheng feel that it was really good.

Seeing that Wang Sheng finally ate the sour bamboo shoots he made, Wang Ya burst into tears and laughed, hugged Wang Sheng's neck childishly, and asked, "Dad, the bamboo shoots made by Xiaoya are delicious, right?" "A child wants to be complimented.

"It's delicious, it's delicious, Daddy's little girl, it's the most powerful!" Wang Sheng praised without hesitation, which immediately made Wang Ya smile and squint, and when people saw it, they couldn't help but smile in their hearts: It is really worthy of being a child, so easy to be satisfied.

In fact, although Wang Ya is still childlike, her usual behavior has never been so childish, and the reason why this time is just to cover up the fact that she will pickle sour bamboo shoots, so as not to suspect her, and make people feel that this is the result of Wang Ya's mistake.

If Wang Ya behaves too maturely, even though she looks like a child, she can't help but arouse the suspicion of others.

Therefore, Wang Ya deliberately made her actions very childish, and Wang Ya was cautious in doing things, so she would rather do more than do it because of carelessness and irreparable consequences.

In fact, Wang Ya's approach was right, after the surprise, Wang couldn't help but flash a trace of doubt in his mind, just because, Wang didn't know what to do, and suddenly flashed in his mind This time of time, Wang Ya is different from before, and some time ago, he was able to say a plan to sell Luozi for a while, even if he couldn't think of it, not to mention that Wang Ya was just a child, so Wang couldn't help but suspect that Wang Ya was coming.

And Wang Sheng, I don't know if it was because he was careless, or after seeing Wang Ya's behavior, he didn't doubt it, but he felt that his daughter was very smart.

In the evening, Wang's used some chili seeds to stew sour bamboo shoots, the taste was really good, sour, spicy, sour and spicy, very delicious, and the rice.

After eating, Wang cleaned up the kitchen and sat together as a family, so Wang pretended to ask Wang Ya casually: "Xiaoya, how do you know how to make rough bamboo shoots?" ”

Wang Ya's heart tightened, but her face was silent, and she deliberately glanced at Wang strangely: "Mother, what are you talking about, didn't I make it?" I won't do it, I've researched it. ”

"Then how did you come up with the idea of pickling bamboo shoots?" Wang continued to ask, seeing that Wang Ya was so calm, the doubts in his heart went a little bit.