The wormwood porridge at home is made of brown sugar filling, so you don't need to make the filling separately.

The tutorial for making wormwood baba was found online.

Because Wang Yanmei's own cooking in previous years was not very delicious, it was a bit hard.

Follow the online tutorial steps and mix wormwood juice with glutinous rice flour and add a little melted lard and sugar.

After kneading into a smooth green dough, wheat starch is added to knead into cute little balls.

Xu Qingzhi is responsible for wrapping the brown sugar, but he doesn't have to be as particular as making buns or dumplings.

Press it, press it, put the brown sugar filling in the middle and hold it tightly, turn the dough in the palms of both hands, and knead it into a small round ball.

Ms. Wang picked a lot of wormwood, so she made more.

After Xu Qingzhi finished wrapping, put them in the two-layer steamer one by one, and wait for eight minutes to steam after steaming.

As early as when the owner was kneading the dough, the two little ones jumped out of the aura space and pretended to come back from outside.

Waiting at the door of the kitchen, refusing to leave.

Eight minutes is a quick time, and the steamed wormwood cake should be quickly brushed with a layer of hot oil to keep the color smooth.

The two little ones couldn't wait to eat, and pulled Wang Yanmei's trouser legs.

Wang Yanmei was brushing the oil in her hands, looked down at the two little guys, and said helplessly: "Wait a little longer, little ancestors." ”

After brushing the oil, two small chicken thighs (shaped) rice bowls each added a wormwood cake.

The Xu family is used to the stomach of the two little ones who eat everything.

Before Xu Qingzhi went to Kyoto, the two little ones were taken care of by Wang Yanmei at home, and they were given what to eat, and they never worried about eating bad stomachs.

The crow looked at the wormwood in front of him and paced.

The paw went to the left and flapped twice to the right, and it was rare to meet a person who was not in a hurry to eat.

"Quack~" Master, what kind of green thing is this!

The big cat looked at this little youth group, and he didn't have much interest.

I don't smell the smell of meat, and I don't like to eat it.

"The wormwood in this season is very tender, and then it is made into this kind of Qingtuan, and many people will eat it." Xu Qingzhi squatted down, patiently explained to the two little ones, knocked on the edge of the rice bowl with his index finger, and his voice was slightly low: "Eat!" I've worked so hard to do it. ”

After saying this, Xu Qingzhi was in a trance for a moment.

I remembered that when she was a child, she didn't like to eat wormwood, and Ms. Wang said the same thing to her.

She was wronged, she obviously didn't want to eat, but when she heard her mother say this, it was a semi-commanding tone, and she would still eat it.

Obviously, I was unhappy at that time.

When did she unknowingly, she also became like her mother.

She withdrew her hand, tried to make her voice as gentle as possible, and added: "If you don't want to eat, forget it, just don't eat." ”

The two little ones looked up at her.

Then quickly bury his head in the chicken thigh rice bowl.

"Quack~" is delicious and delicious, and what the owner makes is delicious.

"Meow~" +1.

Xu Qing knew that he hadn't tasted it yet, and he was a little interested in seeing that the two little ones said they were delicious.

In the kitchen, Wang Yanmei's usual loud voice urged: "Qingzhi, come and eat, while it's hot, it's not so delicious when it's cold." ”

"Here we go." Xu Qingzhi got up, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and took chopsticks to clip one.

Wang Yanmei has already eaten one, "This year's wormwood cake is good, and it has to be done according to the online practice." ”

Xu Qingzhi answered from his nose, and took a bite of Qingtuan, and he could bite the stuffing in one bite, the skin on the outside was particularly soft and glutinous, not like the dry and hard state in his memory, a bit like the soft glutinous thick taro mash mochi sandwiched in the middle of the bread, the brown sugar in the middle was solid when added, and after steaming, it became a liquid soup, full of brown sugar flavor, sweet but not greasy.

"It's delicious." Xu Qingzhi looked for an insulated lunch box, "I'll pack a few and send them to my grandfather later." ”

Wang Yanmei nodded: "Mmmm, put it up quickly, it's not delicious when it's cold." ”

Usually, mugwort cake is directly given to a small rice bowl, and a bowl is served to people.

But she wanted Ah Gong to eat the first bite of the hot one, and packed five, the old man had a bad stomach, which was made of glutinous rice flour, and she was afraid that Ah Gong would not digest it if she ate too much.

Xu Qingzhi rode a tricycle to the reservoir.

I didn't have to call to ask, I knew that Ah Gong must be still fishing at this time, and I just picked him up by the way.

The tricycle drove on the concrete road and arrived at the reservoir in a short time.

Ah Gong's fishing position has been from the normal fishing position, to go to the reservoir to go from the path to the reservoir there is a bend ditch that.

Xu Qingzhi was carrying the lunch box, and he was shouting from afar: "Ah Gong." ”

The old man looked up, saw from a distance, fixed the fishing rod on the ground, and asked with a smile, "Good grandson, why are you here?" ”

"Mom made food, I brought it to you." Xu Qingzhi walked quickly from a road artificially stepped out of the middle of the grass, lifted the lunch box in his hand forward like a treasure, and then added: "I didn't make a lot, I'm afraid you won't digest it if you eat too much." ”

Xu Dongru lifted the lid of the lunch box and looked, "Oh, this wormwood is really beautiful, it looks bright green." ”

He wiped his hands on the sides of his pants, "Qingzhi, you eat first." ”

Ah Gong is always like this, whatever he eats, he always thinks about letting her eat first.

Helpless.

Xu Qingzhi: "Before I sent it to you, I ate it at home." ”

Then the old man reached out and took out a wormwood cake and tasted it himself.

This bite is down, and the skin is soft and filling.

The old man has bad teeth, so he loves to eat this soft mouthful, and he still likes the favorite brown sugar filling.

Especially, it was sent by a good grandson.

As he ate, tears glistened to the corners of his eyes, and he took out the long-used square towel from the upper pocket of his navy blue shirt and wiped the corners of his eyes.

Xu Qingzhi hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" Ah Gong, it's too unpalatable? ”

"It's not." The old man patted the back of her hand, "You can remember Ah Gong in your heart, Ah Gong is happy in his heart." ”

Xu Qingzhi is used to it, sometimes the old man acts like a child, sometimes he is very sensitive for fear of being disliked by others, and he is always moved easily.

There are not many dishes today, and Aunt Zhou and they can finish their work, so she simply accompanies her grandfather for a while.

She asked, "Ah Gong, I got you five lumps, have you finished eating?" ”

Ah Gong raised three fingers, "Three at most, otherwise I won't be able to digest too much and I won't be able to sleep at night." ”

Xu Qingzhi took a Qingtuan from the insulated lunch box and ate it himself, turned over the bucket that Ah Gong brought over, covered it on the ground, and sat on it.

"How many fish have you dropped today?"

Ah Gong: "I caught a few of them, and I released them, there are fish roe, and I won't fish for a while." ”

"Uh-huh." Xu Qingzhi responded, just eating Qingtuan, watching the wind blow ripples on the water surface.

It's quite comfortable.

This reservoir can also be renovated a little better.

Ah Gong said: "The village is quiet, and I haven't heard a dog bark for several nights. ”

"Hmm." Xu Qingzhi replied and asked, "Everyone has moved away one after another, Ah Gong, will you blame me?" ”

It's the land I've lived in for so long, and the neighbors I'm familiar with.

The village used to be divided into groups, and those who lived in the same group were all equivalent to relatives, so her mother would call her sister-in-law when she met some aunts. It was also later that the concept of the group was diluted, and everyone's relationship became more and more estranged.

Now that it's a resort, it's no longer the neighborhood atmosphere it used to be.