Anping gave Ding Xuewei a lot of help, but it was the first time to do it himself.

Ding Xuewei thought, scorched, pasted and eaten with his eyes closed, he couldn't dampen the enthusiasm of the child, but he didn't want the stinky boy to have a big heart, not only fried the hoof tendons, but also pinched the meatballs, cooked cabbage soup, and cut the green bamboo shoots and carrots, soaked the fungus, and fried the vegetarian three silks.

"You did it?" Ding Xuewei just didn't say bluntly whether you were lying.

An Ping was not angry, and raised his eyebrows arrogantly: "Senior Brother Jin helped me add fire." ”

"Okay, eldest sister, cooking is not a difficult task, it is worth your surprise, you are all hungry, eat quickly, and you have to help Uncle Zhang Qi's family get worms when you go back!"

When I didn't see the dishes, I didn't say that it was not difficult to cook, and I didn't feel it, but when I saw these dishes, I was a little Versailles.

A few dishes, except for the three shreds, which are cut into large pieces, are more like strips, but the others are all in color.

She had to make so many trips, rummaged through so many recipes, memorized them, and spent a lot of time pondering them to make them handy.

Anping is a little bit, but after watching it a few more times, it will actually be, which really can't be said not to hit people.

Slowly, Ding Xuewei moved her gaze to Pan Di and Laidi.

"I'm doing a good job of grilling." Pandi didn't dare to say that her meals were better than Anping's, after all, she hadn't done it.

Lai Di grinned: "I'll do it later." ”

In terms of self-confidence, Ding Xuewei has to say that there are more of the three little ones than one.

"Set the dishes."

Compared to people who can't teach, it's not better to understand it at a glance.

And the taste is more important than the beauty of the look.

Several dishes taste very good, that is, the minced meat and vegetable porridge cooked for the Zhang family, which tastes very good.

"Anping, Ming'er's food will be handed over to you."

"No problem." Anping did not hesitate to accept the offer.

Looking back and forth at the sisters and brothers, Jin Huan said: "The man is far away from cooking." ”

"The chefs in the restaurants are not all men, and besides, he doesn't have that particular condition." Ding Xue subconsciously replied.

Originally, Jin Huan, who thought that one of their sisters and brothers dared to say and the other dared to do it, suddenly stiffened.

In terms of his own conditions, he is worse than Anping.

Jin Huan's face changed too obviously, Ding Xuewei just wanted to pretend that she didn't see it.

Stopping the chopsticks, she said earnestly: "Whether it is Jin Lao, Qiu senior, Bai senior, you can't live in Yuequan Village all the time, when you go out, it is inevitable that you will miss home, and you will, which can relieve some nostalgia." ”

If you have money, you can buy delicious food wherever you go.

Homesickness is much better than being afraid that the three little ones will be neglected!

When the children are away, the family is inevitably worried.

With more common sense, there is a greater chance of surviving in case of trouble.

It's really rough and not rough.

Jin Huan fell into thoughts, Ding Xue didn't quarrel with him, raised his eyes and looked back at the tacit cooperation with the three little ones.

The husband and wife of the Qiu family, who were eating at the same table, smiled a little pity after a glance at each other.

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After the meal, Lai Di and Anping washed it, and Ding Xuewei and Pan Di helped the Zhang family cook and dry the bamboo.

When Ding Xue fried it slightly for Qiu Ling, Bai Shuihan and the mother and daughter of the Zhang family to taste it, Zhang Dahua muttered miserably on the side: "It will rain tomorrow, this cold air, it will definitely rain tomorrow!" ”

"If you don't see the sun tomorrow, then bring it into the kitchen and bake it, and it will be more fragrant." Ding Xue was slightly relieved.

She had discussed this with Uncle Zhang Qi a long time ago, but Zhang Qi just didn't tell the children.

Thinking about the rain, Ding Xuewei suddenly had an idea: "Auntie, do you think it's okay to let your uncle and them bring cooked grain?" ”

"Cooked grain?" Aunt Zhang Qi'er's face is full of how to bring it.

Naturally, it is impossible for people in the village to bring rice and noodles, but broad beans and peas are more convenient in her opinion.

"Fry all the beans, and when it comes, if it rains and the firewood is inconvenient, you can eat it, and if it is convenient, the fried beans will be more fragrant."

Suddenly, she remembered the thin bean flour again, and suddenly, she wanted to teach everyone.

"Auntie, do you have pea noodles at home?"

"Nope." Aunt Zhang Qi'er shook her head.

When it comes to eating, people in this world really take simplicity to the extreme.

But anything that can be eaten after boiling will not be processed more!

"Let's go, let's grind the beans."

At this time, it was almost ten o'clock, and if it weren't for the bamboo insects that had to be dealt with today, they would all fall asleep.

Ding Xuewei shouted at this time, and the Zhang family and his wife did not feel annoyed, on the contrary, they were a little excited.

She has any virtues, and both husband and wife know it.

At this time, to grind beans, there must be a better idea.

When you go out, you do hard work, and if you don't eat enough, it's easy to get into trouble.

Hurriedly, Aunt Zhang Qi went to fetch beans.

Broken rice costs about the same price as peas, and peas are more filling than broken rice, and they cook beans to eat as long as they have enough time.

After the money was entered, all the families in the village bought food reserves.

At this time, Ding Xuewei was not polite to them, lit two torches in succession and went out with the Zhang family and his wife with the basin, and it didn't take long for the three of them to come to the stone mill by the waterhole.

The price of the stone mill is not low, and the people in the village have saved money for several years to buy such a one, and for convenience, the huge stone mill is placed by the waterhole.

The newly milled rice has to enter the water to bleach the shell, and the stone mill next to the waterhole can be much more convenient.

The waterhole was about fifty meters away from the nearest house, and after the three of them went out, they tried to slow down their steps, and no one noticed that the stone was moving.

After more than half an hour, the three of them walked back in suppressed voices.

It was too urgent, and Ding Xuewei, who returned home, arranged for the waiting children to sleep, and then mixed pea noodles to make thin bean flour.

If she does something else, she will still be apprehensive, and she is worried that she will not succeed, so she can be confident in making thin bean flour.

She inherited her grandmother's gene of loving thin soybean flour, and when she was in college, she thought about it until she cried, so she boiled thin soybean flour in the kettle while others boiled hot pot in the kettle.

If it weren't for the fact that there was no pea noodles in the space, and she was busy day by day, she would have tinkered with it a long time ago.

"Sure enough, it's the freshly ground beans that are the most fragrant!"

For Ding Xuewei, there are many memories of thin soybean flour, and most of these memories are her parents, grandmother and grandfather who have passed away for a long time.

After knowing the news of her death, how sad her parents and grandmothers were, these times, whether they have come out, and the age of their parents, whether they can have another child to practice a trumpet, and whether this trumpet will be abolished!

Emotions, getting lower and lower, thoughts, more and more.

"Xuewei?"

Aunt Zhang Qi'er was a little worried.

Ding Xuewei, whose eyes were stained with tears, was stunned at first, and then laughed at the corners of her mouth.

"I miss my mother and grandmother, when I was a child, my mother told me that my grandmother's thin soybean flour is the best."

The foreign family doesn't know where the original mother died early, whether she has made thin soybean flour or not, there is no proof of death, even the Zhang family can't jump out and say that she lied.

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...