At noon, settle down at the dining table.

"Anning, there's nothing going on on the mountain, right?"

An Sancheng asked uneasily, his girl's idea was very right, he didn't believe it so much.

An Ning who bowed his head to eat, didn't expect An Sancheng to ask.

An Sancheng just finished asking, An Ning hadn't answered yet, and Lin Cuihua was anxious.

"What's wrong? What's going on in the mountains? Isn't it dangerous? ”

Lin Cuihua's worried and frightened expression made An Ning dare not tell the truth.

"Mom, it's okay on the mountain, look at me, I don't even have a wound on a blade of grass, there's really nothing."

An Ning comforted Lin Cuihua, and then looked at An Sancheng and said, "Dad, it's good on the mountain." ”

"Okay, I'm just asking."

"What are you asking, it scares me to death."

Lin Cuihua glared at An Sancheng dissatisfied, and An Sancheng only felt that he was so innocent.

What did he do?

An Ning on the other side lowered his head and hid his smile with the help of his rice bowl.

After lunch, the sister-in-law cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and Lin Cuihua began to process the meat.

There are two very fat pieces, Lin Cuihua is going to make lard, and the remaining oil residue will be wrapped into dumplings to eat at night.

Lin Cuihua and her sister-in-law were busy in the kitchen, and An Ning took two tools and a long pole and went back to her own room, ready to repair the curtains.

An Sancheng and An Guoqing made mud in the yard, built a bathing room, and made a rabbit nest by the way.

At noon, the people in the An family did not rest, especially when Lin Cuihua made lard, the fragrance was really unbearable.

Settle the peace of the curtain pole and follow the fragrance to the kitchen.

"Mom, it's so fragrant."

"Isn't the oil fragrant?"

Lin Cuihua scooped out the oil in the pot with a spoon and put it into a small dark brown jar.

When the oil cools down, it will turn into a white solid, and it can be eaten for a long time when it is placed in a cool and dry place.

"Come here."

An Ning stepped forward obediently, thinking that Lin Cuihua would let her work.

"Open your mouth, it's a little hot."

An Ning subconsciously opened her mouth, and Lin Cuihua put an oil in her mouth.

The crispy and fragrant smell of grease fills the mouth.

"It's delicious."

An Ning didn't dare to continue standing here, although it was delicious, it was not good to eat by the pot.

She turned and went out and helped build the house for a while.

When the time was almost over, I went to work in the fields again.

An Ning still chose to work in the fields, cultivate her spiritual power, and prepare to transmit the seeds again tonight.

At night, when the whistle sounded, An Ning walked relatively fast and arrived at the courtyard of An's house first.

"An Ning, go and send it to your uncle's house."

Lin Cuihua fished something out of the pot, and An Ning only saw that it was a little white, and she didn't get the number right for a while.

"Hurry up, send it to your uncle's house, and when we come back, we can eat dumplings by ourselves."

Dumplings?

In the limited memory of the original owner, it seems that he has eaten it once.

An Ning quickly took the small pot handed over by Lin Cuihua, which was covered with a small curtain.

"Slow down, don't spill."

An Ning agreed, walked out of the gate with dumplings, and walked towards the uncle's house.

Thankfully, by the end of the day, she had figured out where some people lived.

"Isn't this tranquility, why are you going!"

A woman who was a little older, her neck was eager to be stretched out two meters long, and her eyes were staring at the basin in An Ning's hand.

"What's that smell? It's very fragrant, show it to my aunt. ”

When the woman finished speaking, one hand was black, not the kind of tanned tan, but unwashed black, and there was black mud between the nails.

An Ning had met such a person for the first time, and she was seriously inexperienced in communicating with people in the interstellar world.

After all, the main purpose of this task is to put seeds, and spiritual power is the most important.

Without a strong enough mental power to transmit seeds, everything else is in vain.

"No, I'm in a hurry."

An Ning dodged and said his most euphemistic words.

It's a pity that the woman on the other side didn't give up at all, and took a step forward and said, "Go to your uncle's house, just so I'll stop by and show my aunt what good things are." ”

The woman stretched out her hand again, An Ning frowned, dodged again, and went straight and up.

"I don't want you to see it, I don't want you to touch it, and I don't want you to eat it."

"Did I make it clear this time? Do you understand? ”

An Ning's black and white eyes stared at the woman motionlessly.

"Okay, I think you probably get it, goodbye."

An Ning took the dumpling basin and ran smoothly to deliver the dumplings.

The woman who remained in place snorted, spat on the ground, and said, "Who is rare! What to pack. ”

The woman went home indignantly, and the people she saw next to her were all Nunuzui, and no one paid attention to her.

The family is lazy, and they want to pick up ready-made food all day long, and they want to do beautiful things.

An Ning, who ran away, had already arrived at the uncle's house, sent the dumplings in, and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, get some eggs and go back."

The eldest aunt looked at a small pot of white-flour dumplings, where was she willing to let An Ning go back empty-handed.

But I didn't want to be peaceful, and I ran away in a few steps.

The eldest aunt chased after two steps, looked at An Ning with a smile at the door and said, "It's so young, I didn't catch up with a single step." ”

ran away without a trace, and soon arrived home.

"The second brother is back."

"I'm back, I'm tired from the day."

An Guoming was washing in the yard, and An Ning was also washing by the way, preparing to eat dumplings.

When An Ning came back, Lin Cuihua was still scooping dumplings, the pot just now was less cooked, and when An Ning went to deliver it, she cooked a second pot.

"It's time to eat, and the dumplings are only delicious when they are hot."

Familiar voices shouted for dinner, and everyone quickly sat down.

"White flour dumplings? What a day it is? ”

An Guoming sandwiched a dumpling and was blowing it, when he heard Lin Cuihua say: "Eating dumplings can't block your mouth, hurry up and eat it, what so much nonsense." ”

An Guoming didn't mind at all, he smiled and took a bite of half a dumpling.

An Ning is used to this kind of atmosphere, and she still likes it a little.

"This ear of wheat is from the dregs of cabbage, and this flat dumpling is from horn melon eggs."

Lin Cuihua thought, since they have eaten all, let's let everyone eat enough.

An Ning looked curiously at the steaming dumplings on the table, and there was a bowl of garlic sauce in the middle, and she sandwiched a cabbage lard residue first.

The cabbage is very bright, the lard residue is very fragrant, the flour is very pure, and the tendons are smooth.

In one bite, the staple food, vegetables, and meat are all eaten, a perfect blend, simple and beautiful.

During the meal, everyone talked.

knew that An Guoming had been running outside for a day, mainly to observe the situation.

"Second brother, how many days will it take?"

"Two or three days, I'll take a look."

An Ning nodded and didn't ask, since he let the second brother do it, then believe him.

"Tranquility, shaking dumplings."

An Ning glanced at Lin Cuihua, only to see Lin Cuihua shaking the dumpling basin on the table, and the dumplings that were originally a little sticky in it became a little loose.

An Ning understood, and was just about to get started, but was stopped again.

"You better don't fix it, it's not as strong as the cutting board."