After loading the eggs, Grandma Yang picked a few dishes as usual, and when she saw the Qingming rice in the basket, she smiled and said, "This is the Qingming rice cake, right?" It looks weird and good-looking, how do you sell it? ”

Xiao Qinghe said with a smile: "One dollar and one catty, Liu Jun should like to eat." ”

"Then let's try it first."

Their family used to make Qingming Ba, but her craftsmanship is really ordinary, and every time she makes Qingming Ba, Xiaojun doesn't like to eat it.

Since Xiao Lin dares to make Qingming baba and sell it, I think the taste will not be bad.

She still trusts Lin Jing's reputation.

The old woman had been watching from the side, and when she saw Grandma Yang paying, she counted the money for selling vegetables and the money for buying Qingming Baba, and found nine eggs, and she really gave a piece of three cents and five!

I couldn't help but feel very sour in my heart, and muttered secretly: "It's really too much money and nowhere to spend, just one!" ”

When I got home with the food, my husband had already opened the door, and there were already a few people sitting in the house, drinking tea leisurely.

Seeing the old woman, someone greeted: "Sister Zhang, I'm back from grocery shopping." ”

"Lao Liu'er came early today, you drink first, I'll cook."

The son of the old couple died in an accident a few years ago, and the daughter-in-law threw down the child and remarried.

A large bowl of tea costs only five cents a cup, free refills, melon seeds, peanuts and other snacks need to be bought with additional money. Every market day, the teahouse is full of people, three or three of them are together in a dragon gate array, and a cup of tea can sit for half a day.

At the end of the day, although the money earned is not much, but the people who often come to drink tea are familiar with each other, and everyone bragged and talked about the ancients, but let the old couple gradually come out of the grief of losing their son.

After greeting old acquaintances, Grandma Zhang went to the back kitchen to cook.

In the morning, the old two bites ate simply, and a bowl of small noodles was solved.

First fry the Qingming rice for the grandson, the strong fragrance of vegetable oil rises first, and as the side of the Qingming rice sticking to the bottom of the pot slowly turns yellow, another indescribable fragrance comes out.

Grandma Zhang couldn't stop inhaling, this Qingming baba smells weird and good.

The little boy who was playing outside the door smelled the fragrance and ran back with a smoke: "Grandma, grandma, what are you doing, it smells so good!" ”

"Grandma is frying Qingming Ba."

The little boy stood on tiptoe in front of the stove, looking directly at the Qingming baba in the pot, and saliva flowed out: "It's so fragrant, it's so fragrant, grandma I want to eat it!" ”

"Wait a little longer, it's not ready yet."

Grandma Zhang couldn't help but put two more in it, well, she and the old man also ate one to taste it.

The tea drinkers outside also smelled the fragrance, and couldn't help but say loudly: "Sister Zhang, what are you doing quietly inside?" ”

The little boy ran out and said proudly, "Grandma fried Qingming rice for me!" ”

"Is there still such a fragrance in Qingming Ba?"

In the 80s, as long as they could eat enough, except for opening restaurants and being chefs, there were really few people who could study cooking, and the taste of the meals cooked by every household was almost at the same level.

The difference is only that those with good family conditions are willing to put oil and seasonings, and the taste is better, while those with bad family conditions are reluctant to put oil and seasonings, and the natural taste is even worse.

Lao Liu smelled the fragrance, he couldn't help it, and went to the kitchen and took a look: "Hey, it's really Qingmingba." Sister Zhang, how did you make it, why is it so fragrant? Tell the big guy about any secret recipes. But you're also in a panic, and you're making it like this...... Is this a dog or something? Isn't it the same to pinch a round cake and fry it, why bother with that effort? ”

In Lao Liu's view, eating is to eat realistically, not to engage in those bells and whistles.

"What dog, what kind of eyes do you have? It's a tiger! Grandma Zhang glared at Lao Liu in disgust and explained: "I don't have any secret recipes, I bought this Qingming rice when I was shopping for vegetables." ”

She smashed her mouth and said, "Originally, I thought it was a bit expensive, a dollar and a catty!" I didn't expect it to be so fragrant. ”

No wonder people dare to sell it for a pound, it is really a bit of a doorway, Grandma Zhang feels that these two cents are worth it at this time.

While talking, the two Qingming baba fried for the little grandson had been fried, and Grandma Zhang took them out, put them in a bowl, and said to her grandson: "It's hot now, and then eat it after cooling for a while." ”

The little boy couldn't wait, so he leaned over to the edge of the bowl and bit off one of the tiger's ears.

"Ouch, slow down, slow down, be careful of the heat."

The little boy hissed and said, "Delicious, delicious, grandma, I will eat it tomorrow!" ”

Lao Liu swallowed his saliva and said to the little boy: "Xiao An, grandpa and you have a discussion, you Qingming ba, can you give grandpa a taste?" ”

"Not good!" He An hurriedly protected the bowl on his chest, blocking it tightly, for fear of being snatched away.

Grandma Zhang chirped: "You bad old man, you also came up with the idea of children's rations, if you want to eat, go to the street and buy it yourself." ”

Lao Liu licked his lips: "Sister Zhang, I see that you still have a few, and you have fried them together." ”

Liu Dacheng's favorite thing in his life is to eat words, he has no children and no daughters under his knees, and his old wife also left a few years ago, leaving him alone, he is even more indulgent.

He is a retired employee of the sugar factory, and eighty percent of his monthly retirement salary is taken by him to eat and drink.

Grandma Zhang gave him a blank look: "One dollar and one pound!" ”

Liu Dacheng smiled shyly: "Oh, fry first, fry first, I'll buy it later, and I'll pay you back." ”

Grandma Zhang couldn't grind him, so she had to fry the remaining two together.

After a while, the first two fried were already ready, and as soon as Grandma Zhang took it out, Liu Dacheng took the bowl away first, and said with a smile: "I'll try these two first, and you can keep those two and eat them with Lao He." ”

Grandma Zhang raised the spatula and made a gesture to beat, and scolded with a smile: "You said how old you are, and you are still so delicious!" ”

Liu Dacheng said with a smile: "I, Liu Dacheng, have such a hobby in my life, don't let me eat, what's the point of living?" ”

Saying that, Liu Dacheng couldn't wait to get started directly, grabbed a piece of Qingming rice and stuffed it into his mouth.

After only two chews, Liu Dacheng's eyes widened, and his eyes lit up: "It's delicious!" Delicious! This is delicious! Sister Zhang, where did you buy it? ”

"Just over there, a young daughter-in-law, with a little girl of five or six years old, with her hair cut like a dog's gnaw, you can recognize it as soon as you go."

However, Liu Dacheng is not only delicious, but also lazy, and now he got his wish to eat Qingming Ba, and he didn't want to move, his eyes rolled, and he smiled: "Didn't Xiao An just say that he still wants to eat tomorrow, you have to go out and buy it for him later, right, by the way, bring me a few." ”