"Xiaowen, if you had said you wanted to eat these, I would have brought you some back. But right now, we're all four walls, and there's nothing at home. ”

Watching Song Xiaowen talk about food, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but interrupt his beautiful fantasy, "If you want to eat these things, drive Ming'er and my sister into the city, keep you, and eat enough every day, okay?" ”

Seeing that Song Xiaowen heard her words, the look in his eyes instantly extinguished, and Song Jingshu hurriedly added.

"Good!"

Song Xiaowen nodded in response.

Looking at the only a few tender corns in the kitchen, and the new walnuts that were beaten back from the tree in the corner, Song Jingshu's eyes rolled, "Let's make cornmeal buns!" ”

Song Xiaowen's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help nodding, "Okay, good!" ”

Liu is getting more and more lazy now.

Only she and Song Xiaowen are at home, and they send three meals at will every day.

Sometimes, even just a few corns are burned, and the two of them eat two to fill their stomachs.

As everyone knows, for Song Xiaowen, who is growing his body and can't stop jumping up and down all day long, this idea is the original fullness.

After a while, my hungry chest was pressed against my back.

Cornmeal buns can be made in many ways.

Whether it's sweet or salty, or simply light cornmeal, steamed, boiled, or burned, it's all delicious.

After all, corn is a sweet and delicious food.

Song Jingshu took Song Xiaowen to peel off the tender corn and grind it into cornmeal with a stone mill.

Then, smash walnuts with Song Xiaowen.

This walnut must have been picked from the tree by the Liu family in the past two days, and even the thick green shell on the outside had not been peeled off.

Song Xiaowen was responsible for smashing the green shell outside, and Song Jingshu took out the walnuts inside, and then smashed and took out the walnut kernels.

The green walnut shell soon dyed the hands yellow.

Song Xiaowen glanced at Song Jingshu's yellow hand, and couldn't help but say, "Sister, if you don't smash it, I'll peel it!" ”

"Why?"

Song Jingshu was a little surprised.

Isn't this division of labor quite clear, watching Song Xiaowen smash the walnut shell is also quite energetic, why change it?

"I'm a boy, it's okay to get my hands dirty. But you're a girl, and if you get your hands dirty, people will laugh at you when they see them...... Besides, I'm not going out at home, so you have to be decent in the city. ”

Song Xiaowen said seriously, "I know, the girls in the city are all dressed up very good-looking, I don't want my sister to be laughed at by them!" ”

Unexpectedly, five-year-old Song Xiaowen was already able to think so thoroughly.

Even, even Song Jingshu himself didn't think of this layer.

She looked at Song Xiaowen with a serious face, couldn't help but have a sour eye, and touched his forehead with a smile, "It's okay, sister is not afraid of being laughed at." ”

Because the yellow juice on his hand had not dried up, Song Xiaowen's forehead instantly became a yellow piece.

Song Jingshu couldn't help laughing out loud when he looked at his funny forehead and his pretending to be serious and his little face.

The sister and brother quickly peeled the walnuts, and after handling the walnut kernels, they tore off the soft coat on it, and Song Jingshu put the walnut kernels in a bowl.

In fact, the coat on the walnut kernel is very nutritious.

However, because it is a new walnut, this coat is bitter, and Song Jingshu is afraid that Song Xiaowen will not like to eat it.

There is a vegetable patch in the yard.

Liu is not good at taking care of it, the vegetable field is overgrown with weeds, and there are a few cabbages growing crookedly, which are not very good-looking.

There are also garlic sprouts and leeks, which are also mixed with weeds, and some are difficult to distinguish which ones are vegetables and which are weeds.

Song Jingshu picked a handful of leeks, pulled a few more blue cabbage leaves, thought about it and pinched a few shallots.

She sat under the eaves and picked out the leeks, cleaned them, and brought them into the kitchen.

Song Xiaowen watched Song Jingshu go in and out, and followed him out like a little tail.

Song Jingshu chopped the leeks and the walnuts, stirred the two evenly, sprinkled with salt, and poured in a small amount of chili powder to taste.

The seasonings in the kitchen are really pitiful, compared to Jingxianglou and the dazzling seasonings in the kitchen of the Zhou family, Song Jingshu is still a little disgusted with the current situation......

Liu's hand is not without money, she doesn't want to buy some kitchen necessities, and she doesn't know where she squandered all her money!

After mixing the walnuts and leeks well, Song Jingshu mixed a small amount of flour into the cornmeal.

Knead for a moment and wring out the cornmeal into balls one by one.

While flattening the dumplings, she told Song Xiaowen, "Xiaowen, you go and burn the fire, make the fire bigger." ”

"Hmm."

Song Xiaowen saw that Song Jingshu had been busy for so long, and finally had something he could help with, so he happily answered, and then went to the stove and started to burn the fire.

Don't look at Song Xiaowen is only five years old, but the matter of burning fire is very familiar to him.

He wasn't as tall as a stove, but he quickly burned the fire.

"Sister, the fire is ready!"

Song Xiaowen happily shouted to Song Jingshu.

"Okay."

Song Jingshu wrapped the walnut and leek stuffing in the cornmeal husk with his hands and feet, and kneaded it into a cornmeal bun with the shape of a flower horn.

Listening to the sound of the firewood burning, Song Jingshu turned around and scooped up a little water, brushed the pot clean, mixed a little water into it, and covered the pot.

Soon, seven cornmeal buns were wrapped, and seeing that the water in the pot was also boiling, Song Jingshu withdrew the firewood in the hole in the stove, leaving only the fire slag.

Song Jingshu wrapped the finished cornmeal bun in blue cabbage leaves, threw it into the fire, and covered it tightly with fire slag.

After throwing a few cornmeal buns into it, Song Jingshu chopped the shallots again, glanced at the boiling water in the pot, and turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

"Sister, where are you going?"

Song Xiaowen, who had a little tail, immediately pulled his legs and followed, and followed Song Jingshu into the vegetable field.

The vegetable garden is just off the kitchen wall, and near the eaves there are clusters of ginger that don't grow vigorously.

Song Jingshu took a small hoe and dug out a piece of ginger with difficulty.

The reason why it is difficult is really because this ginger grows so badly, although the leaves are not lush, but Song Jingshu thinks that at least a few pieces of ginger have grown.

Who knows, I dug several hoes in a row before I found a piece of ginger.

She shook her head helplessly, "What do you eat at home on weekdays?" What is she doing? Don't care about anything at home? ”

Since Song Daping was able to get the silver from Master Zhang without much effort, the Liu family and Song Daping have developed the habit of spending lavishly, and the crops in the field are not taken care of, and there is only something in this vegetable garden.

Is it possible, the mother and wife eat air at home on weekdays?!