The player couldn't help but ask curiously: "Is there sugar in this milk?" ”

Wang Yanmei shook her head: "No added sugar." ”

"How can this unsweetened milk have a sweet taste." Players were surprised.

Xia Qin on the side explained: "Fresh milk is like this, there will be thick milk skin and butter on it, and the taste is sweet. ”

Xia Liannan drank the milk and sighed: "The taste of this fresh milk is different, the milk taste is so strong." In this comparison, I feel that the taste of the milk I bought is as thin as that of water. ”

Aunt Zhou took a sip and echoed, "It's not." ”

Originally, I just wanted to buy winter melon, but when I drank such delicious milk, I suddenly had other thoughts.

"Yanmei, this milk is so delicious. It's Saturday, my girl is at home, can I buy some milk to take home? ”

"You scoop some and go back." Wang Yanmei waved her hand.

The main reason is that Qingzhi said before that before you want to sell something at home, you must make sure that you have a certificate.

For example, the vegetables and fruits sold at home have gone through formal processes and procedures, and they are compliant and legal.

The pigs raised at the back are not good, they can only eat at home, and cannot be sold.

So she doesn't know if she can sell this milk.

Besides, the mother-in-law who plays cards probably doesn't want much milk, so there's no need to be stingy.

The player bought five catties of winter melon and brought a can of sterilized fresh milk with him.

The jar is the empty jar that used to eat canned oranges.

Wang Yanmei was reluctant to throw away these things, the empty cans were washed cleanly, and the kind of beautiful and exquisite boxes were also clean, and they were neatly packed and placed at home.

Before the player left, he said several words of thanks, and said: "This is really embarrassing, saying that I came to your house to buy something, and I even took it with me." ”

Wang Yanmei waved her hand and smiled: "What's wrong with this?" ”

The big guy rested for a while, and then continued to process the winter melon, and the sun gradually set on the mountain to the west.

The crow and the big cat, one standing on the persimmon tree, the other lying on the tree. The leaves of the trees had fallen bare, and the yellow light of the setting sun shone through the branches and hit the two little ones.

Everything was so beautiful.

The express delivery truck pulled away today's winter melon express.

Aunt Zhou and the others were busy, and Wang Yanmei asked a few people to bring some winter melons back to eat.

Wang Yanmei was cleaning up the empty canned glass bottles and said: "Tomorrow and Sunday, your brother and they have half a day off in the afternoon, just fill up the milk for your father to send to your brother, the milk produced by our own cows is definitely better than the one sold outside." ”

Xu Qingzhi responded: "Hmm." ”

She watched her mother in the kitchen cleaning up the empty cans and glass bottles, and suddenly remembered that when she used to study, because the village elementary school only had grades 1 to 4, and from the fifth grade onwards, she had to go to a farther school.

She lived in the school for a year, and at the age of eleven or twelve, she was as thin as a bamboo pole, and her mother was always worried that the food in the cafeteria would not taste good and would make her hungry.

Every Monday, she gets up at five o'clock and goes to Daji Village to catch the earliest bus to school at six o'clock.

Every time she gets up, there is already a yellow light bulb in the kitchen, and when she finishes washing, she will eat a steaming bowl of rice noodles with meat and eggs, and four or five freshly fried fried poached eggs with chili peppers stuffed in a glass bottle for her to take to school.

The glass jar containing the vegetables was always wrapped in a white plastic bag, and then covered with a plastic bag to ensure that it did not spill out, and was stuffed in a net pocket on the side of the bag.

There is an umbrella in one side of the bag, and canned vegetables in the net pocket on the other.

At that time, when I ate at school, I took an aluminum lunch box to the open-air dining window to line up, and after the fight, I was in a big empty house, and a few friends who often played squatted on the ground and ate in a circle.

She always brings one more canned food than other students, sometimes poached eggs, sometimes raisin meat, sometimes steamed pork, sometimes fried brown spicy fish pieces, which can always arouse the envy of her classmates.

These dishes can only be eaten for two days on a hot day, and they will be spoiled on the third day.

She can eat it for four or five days in the winter.

The dishes are cold, but the taste is superb. Wrapped in hot white rice, I eat it together, and now I think about it, I feel fragrant.

Xu Qingzhi suddenly said: "Mom, I want to eat chili fried poached eggs tonight, the kind of poached eggs should be cooked!" ”

"Why do you suddenly want to eat this, I'm tired of eating chicken and duck at home?" Wang Yanmei smiled and quipped, but as long as the conditions permitted, she would never refuse her daughter's request in this regard, "Okay, there are many eggs at home anyway." ”

Stir-fried poached eggs with chili peppers, no problem.

If Xu Qingzhi suddenly mentioned that he wanted to eat sea cucumber bird's nest at this time, he would probably be scolded by Ms. Wang.

Wang Yanmei first steamed the steamed pork on the side, stewed the chicken soup, first fried a ginger-flavored spicy steak, stewed it in a pressure cooker, and then neatly washed and cut the vegetables, and was comfortable in the kitchen.

Xu Qingzhi was responsible for the trivial matters of 'pulling the chili pepper stem' and 'peeling the garlic skin', and he originally planned to do more work and shave the ginger skin.

As a result, the ginger in her hand was snatched away by Ms. Wang.

"Okay, where can you scrape the skin of this ginger, just wash it."

Xu Qingzhi just had the question of 'this ginger really doesn't need to be scraped'?

The ginger was scrubbed and cleaned by her mother, rested on the cutting board, and the kitchen knife was slapped 'on the stomach', and "Dududu~" was cut.

"Call and ask you, where are they? You will be able to eat in no time. ”

Xu Qingzhi took out his mobile phone to make a call, but he didn't answer the other end of the phone, so he had to call her father and ask her father to pick up someone.

Wang Yanmei has already started to stir-fry a few finishing dishes.

The family uses a black iron pot, which has been used for many years, and it will not stick to the pot at all.

The oil in the pot is hot, the eggs are knocked on the stove, and the eggs are beaten into the pot with one hand, and the eggs begin to take shape in the hot oil.

Xu Qingzhi likes to eat something that is a little browned and a little cooked.

Wang Yanmei's fried eggs will be fried for a longer time, seven or eight browned eggs are fried, green and red peppers and minced garlic are poured into the hot oil, stir-fried for a few seconds, and the spicy taste is revealed.

There is no saying that Meicheng's chili peppers are not spicy, and they are extremely spicy and domineering.

Pour the eggs into it and stir-fry with seasonings.

Poached eggs covered in juice and red, green and green peppers make people have an appetite at the sight.

Wang Yanmei took out the fried poached eggs and said, "Now there are no dishes outside that taste as delicious as my mother's cooking, right?" ”

Xu Qingzhi nodded: "Of course!" ”

She brought out the dishes and arranged the dishes and chopsticks.

Wang Yanmei called Xu Fuqiang again in the middle of the stir-fry, asked how long they would have to come back, hung up the phone, threw the mobile phone into the pocket in front of the apron, and continued to stir-fry the spatula in his hand.

All the heat in the cooking pot was extracted by the range hood, and the gas from the steamer on the side overflowed, and the entire kitchen seemed to be filled with mist.

Xu Qingzhi turned around and saw that in the kitchen, the figure under the mist was the bloated figure of a middle-aged woman, and her hand with a gold bracelet was constantly stir-frying the dishes in the pot.

The woman turned around and shouted in a loud voice: "I know, there is the sound of a car outside, let's see if your father and your grandfather are back?" ”

Xu Qingzhi responded: "Okay, Mom." ”

She rushed out to see it every time she heard the sound of her father's tricycle coming back every time she was a child.

It's just that the car has now turned into a decent white sedan, and it is confirmed that it is Dad and they are back.

shouted at her and told her mother, "It's Daddy who is back." ”

Wang Yanmei: "Ready to eat!" ”