"Auntie, why did you pick so many poisonous fruits?" Aunt Yang didn't know persimmons, she shook her head and said: "This fruit has not been eaten in the past, a few years ago, Yang Shi in the east of the village was very hungry, went up the mountain to find food, picked these fruits, after eating a quarter of an hour, he vomited and diarrhea, and he couldn't speak, and later, he couldn't be cured and died." ”

"What he eats must be raw, and he will definitely get colic when he eats it hungry, plus his body is already weak and can't resist the torture of colic and diarrhea, which is the key to his death." After explaining patiently to Aunt Yang, Su Yunji took Qiao Niang's hand and said, "On the mountain, Qiao Niang and I have eaten red plums, you ask Qiao Niang, how does it taste?" ”

"It's delicious, mother, don't bring the ripe one, it will break when you touch it, Grandma said that this is cooked in the sun, and you can eat it when you turn around, it's delicious." Qiao Niang nodded hurriedly.

Qiao Niang has never lied, she is very well-behaved, although Aunt Yang believes Su Yunxi's words very much, but with Qiao Niang's testimony, she is even more convinced: "Okay, I'll taste it when it's ripe, what is it like." ”

Aunt Yang took a dustpan, put all the persimmons in the dustpan, and put them at the base of the wall to bask in the sun, Hongmei and the monk handled the, the two have a good relationship now, and they are still chatting.

"Monk, you, a monk, eat meat and kill, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?" Hongmei asked.

The monk shook his head: "Actually, as long as you have a Buddha in your heart, don't do bad things, don't kill good people, as for things like wine and meat, you see, they are all dead, the monk eats them, he can fill his stomach, and when his stomach is full, the monk can work and do good deeds, isn't this a good thing?" ”

"Well, I can't refute your claim." Hongmei thought for a while and nodded: "What you said makes a little sense!" ”

"It's not just a little reasonable, it's very reasonable." The monk believed his words.

"Okay, okay, let's get it quickly, marinate it after it's finished, dry it again, and eat it when you turn around, the meat is firmer, but it's delicious." Hongmei said.

"Hongmei, is this what Auntie taught you?" The monk asked.

"Of course!" Hongmei nodded: "My young lady, she can cook one hundred and eight kinds of delicious food, but it's amazing!" ”

"I know, she also makes dumplings." The monk said.

"Huh!" Hongmei tilted her head and looked at Mo Ling for a while, then nodded and said, "Heh, that master has memorized the dumplings." ”

"What are you talking about?" Su Yunji heard the word dumplings and walked over and asked.

"Miss, the monk said he wanted to eat dumplings." Hongmei looked up and said.

"Dumplings?" Qiao Niang came out of the house, she just went to see the mountain roots, listened to Hongmei's words, and asked curiously, "What are dumplings?" ”

"Well, it's made by my young lady, it's delicious." Hongmei gestured: "Such a big one, fragrant, so delicious." ”

No dumplings in the north?!

Su Yunxi was stunned, did she want dumplings to be popularized in the north?

In this case, should she leave some clues when she is older in the future, so that future generations will know that dumplings were invented by her!

As a scientist, I am a little excited to think that something I invented can be passed down for centuries.

"Aunt Yang, don't fry your wild vegetables, I'll make dumplings for everyone to eat." Su Yunji said and went into the house, dug up a lot of flour, and began to knead the dough.