Today's breakfast was white porridge and salted duck eggs.

Of course, salted duck eggs are not the only option, there is also a dish of moldy tofu.

Meicheng often drinks porridge with stir-fried vegetables, but occasionally eats some moldy tofu and salted duck eggs.

At this time, the salted duck eggs have begun to run oil.

Wang Yanmei peeled off the eggshell and poked it with chopsticks, and the yellow and clear oil in the middle flowed out, and the appearance of turning sand and flowing oil made people hungry to watch.

She couldn't help sighing: "I know, your salted duck eggs are too successful, and our family didn't make them as beautiful as these salted duck eggs in previous years." ”

"Taste it." Xu Qingzhi said, and peeled one at hand, which was also turned over to the sand and oil, and handed it to her father.

Xu Fuqiang held the porridge bowl and gently stirred it in the bowl with chopsticks, the porridge was still hot, but the porridge on the side of the bowl would be colder, so he took a mouthful of porridge along the edge of the bowl, and then took a bite of salted duck eggs.

"These salted duck eggs are so delicious."

Unlike the ordinary salted duck eggs in previous years, which taste dry and powdery, this time's salted duck eggs taste delicate and fragrant.

Xu Zijun originally wanted to take a few salted duck eggs to school, but after eating them, he immediately changed his mind, he couldn't take more than ten or twenty of them, but it was too fragrant.

The food in the canteen is not delicious, and this salted duck egg is also good as a seasoning agent.

After breakfast, Xu Qingzhi remembered that the peanuts of Ah Gong's house had dried a while ago, and sent some over, wanting to eat frosted peanuts, Lai Lai chirped and called her mother to get it.

This daughter wants to eat, what else can she do?

Of course Wang Yanmei did.

It's easy to do anyway, and it's not bad to keep it at home as a small snack.

Put the peanuts in the pot and fry them on low heat, until they start to crackle, and when they are cold, the peanuts will have a crunchy texture.

Then boil slowly with sugar and water, and boil until the sugar solution is just right when scooped up, and you can turn off the heat.

Pour in the chilled peanuts and stir quickly to combine.

In less than a minute, you can see the liquid syrup turn into white frosting wrapped around the peanuts.

Xu Qingzhi couldn't wait to taste one, the taste was crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside, it was so fragrant, quite a bit of the taste of childhood.

She often feels that memories are not just some ethereal images in her mind, they can be smells or tastes......

Once she smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, she felt that her soul seemed to be loosened, and there was a feeling of returning to her childhood, which was the fragrance of flowers that she could only smell when she was a child looking for mountain reds everywhere in the mountains.

The same is true for eating peanuts at this moment, as if my mind automatically maps to a time in the past when I ate this taste.

Some things aren't great in themselves, but if they are blessed with good memories, they will taste the best.

Xu Qingzhi found a small bag and put some peanuts in it, carried it with him, and when he went to help Ah Gong peel chestnuts, he rested on the bamboo chair next to him, and if he wanted to eat it, he took one out and stuffed it in his mouth, which tasted very good.

Two little ones chatting in the space.

"Quack quack~" There are a lot of chestnut thorns, the owner waved his hand, and the chestnuts in those large baskets were not dealt with, and the crow really didn't understand.

"Meow~" this meow can't be understood.

Xu Qingzhi used his divine sense to speak: "Peel the chestnuts by yourself, and it tastes delicious." ”

She is no longer the Xu Qingzhi who was involved in the entertainment industry to sudden death, nor is she the Qingzhi who killed in the immortal cultivation world until her eyes were blood-red.

What she wants, what she wants, is the life in front of her.

How nice.

Ah Gong asked from time to time: "Qingzhi, are you hot?" ”

Xu Qingzhi shook his head: "It's not hot." ”

After a while: "Ah Gong went to buy you popsicles, can you eat them?" ”

"Eat!" Xu Qingzhi happily raised his two hands and asked, "Ah Gong, I want a little pudding." ”

Xu Zijun, who was sweating profusely while peeling chestnuts, said cowardly: "Grandpa, I want a mung bean."

Xu Fuqiang got up, "Dad, I'll buy it." ”

The old man waved his hand and refused, "I'll go." ”

Xu Fuqiang sat down again, "Dad, then you buy me a bottle of iced tea, I'm also very hot, a big bottle of three yuan." ”

The old man glanced at him, snorted lightly in an unknown sense, and left, without saying to buy it, nor did he say not to buy it.

As soon as the person left, Xu Fuqiang's mobile phone rang.

He took off his gloves and took out his mobile phone from his pocket to look at it, "Why did your third aunt call me?" ”

Xu Qingzhi raised his eyes.

Xu Fuqiang answered the phone, "Hey, third aunt." ”

Over in Kyoto, the third aunt said eagerly: "Fuqiang, Zhiming got a pot of good tea a while ago and wanted to send it to you." ”