After separating from Li Qingxiu, Song Hongguo took the child back to the dormitory, and the cabbage stewed vermicelli made at noon, with fat and thin bacon added to it, the taste was delicious, but at the dinner table, Huo Minglou and the child preferred the sour and hot radish slices, which she pickled last night, and took a jar from home.

I didn't expect it to be so popular.

Huo Minglou was full of praise, "I didn't like to eat radishes the most in the past, but I didn't know that when the radishes were done, they were not inferior to meat at all."

Ling Zhi also said, "This porridge and noodles are good, sour and appetizing, and it goes well with rice."

Ling Yuan followed, "It's okay to be a snack."

Sour and spicy, crisp bite, but also a little sweet, the more you eat, the more you want to eat, the small plate on the table, originally full, after a while, it was empty.

Song Hongguo couldn't help laughing, "If you like to eat, you don't need this at home."

A lot of radishes were planted in the backyard, which were dug up yesterday and made a few jars of pickles, and the rest were put into the cellar, which could be eaten for a winter, properly buried with soil, and kept the water fresh.

Huo Minglou asked curiously, "How did you do it?" Is there a secret recipe?"

Song Hongguo said angrily, "There is no secret recipe, just willing to put the ingredients, and pay attention to the details."

Nowadays, pickled pickles, cleaned and put them in the jar, sprinkle salt and finish the matter, she does it, the steps are much more cumbersome, and it is sugar and vinegar, and she secretly poured Sprite and Lingquan water into it, can the taste be delicious? Not only is it delicious, but it also replenishes the body.

But none of these secret recipes can be revealed.

Huo Minglou didn't suspect anything, but asked, "Is it more?" Fill me with two small cans, and I'll give them to the teacher and the bell director, and they'll love it too."

Song Hongguo responded, and asked uneasily, "Is it appropriate to just send a jar of pickles?"

Huo Minglou smiled and said, "It's appropriate to send them."

Because of the close relationship, there is not so much attention to sending things, and if you think it is delicious, you will send a copy to the other party to taste, which is filial piety, and the other party will only feel comforted and ironed.

Song Hongguo reacted, "Wait a minute, I'll pack it for you, there are some salted duck eggs I pickled before, you can eat them even if you count the days, you can bring one too."

Huo Minglou nodded happily, "It's all up to you."

Song Hongguo thought that she couldn't just send these two people, Xu Xianghong and Dean Zhang were also very close to her, and there was a lot of maintenance and support in her work, so the next day, she also prepared a can for each of them, in addition, there were apples and hawthorns, and they also carried a bag.

Xu Xianghong said a few polite words, and accepted it with a smile, the longer they get along, the more familiar they are, usually, it is common to send some things to each other, and it is common to excuse them.

Dean Zhang did the same, and took the initiative to ask her if she had persimmon trees at home.

Song Hongguo said, "There are two trees, you can pick them in a few days, and there are many on the mountain, do you like to eat persimmons?" When the time comes, I'll send you a basket."

Dean Zhang laughed and said, "That's good, I'm waiting, our local persimmons, you can't eat them directly, you have to cover them for a few days, they are soft and sweet, like drinking sugar water, made into persimmons, they are also delicious, they are very strong to chew, and the layer of hoarfrost hanging on the outside can also relieve cough and phlegm."

Song Hongguo said, "Then make some persimmons, in fact, persimmons can also make wine and vinegar, wait for me to learn it, if it is done, I will also bring you some to taste."

Dean Zhang said "yes" repeatedly.

A few days later, Song Hongguo picked a handful of persimmons and began to send them to the hospital one after another.

None of the people who knew her were left behind, Dean Zhang, Xu Xianghong, Wang Suli, and other colleagues in the department and outpatient clinic, according to the distance of the relationship, more or less, Han Ying and Song Hongbing also gave two baskets, in addition, Huo Minglou also sent some to Director Zhong and Director Zhou.

Anyway, it's not a rare thing, and we all know that the most important thing in the tomato brigade is the persimmon tree, so she is not afraid of being said to be a gift-giver, and there is no burden on the gift-recipient.

After she finished delivering the persimmons, the two trees at home were still not sparse, and now the persimmons have turned red.

Like a small lantern scraped on the branches, it is very beautiful, adding a touch of bright and moving color to this bleak late autumn, and it has also become the most beautiful scenery at the moment.

In later generations, today's tomato brigade is afraid that it will be trampled on the stone road by tourists who come to visit, but now, few people have the leisure to appreciate it.

Song Hongguo is not in love, in the middle of the month, the outpatient clinic is not busy, so he specially asked for a day off, and called Huo Minglou with a camera, planning to go to the mountains to play.

After Song Hongbing and Han Ying found out, they also came along.

Last time, the two of them came, the yard is still lush, flowers and leaves, now, the leaves have fallen, the flowers have failed, it seems a little depressed, only the vegetable fields on both sides, there is still some green, but the more like this, the more you can show the unique beauty of the persimmon tree.

The persimmon shines in the sky, the sweet color is charming, the thousand fruits are sweet and drunk, and the trees are full of rubies.

Huo Minglou hadn't been here for a few days, and when he saw such a scene at this time, he couldn't help but say, "When I see autumn persimmons in the small courtyard in the mountains, a red red eyebrow greets."

Song Hongbing boasted, "This poem really complements each other."

Han Ying couldn't wait to stand under the tree and asked Huo Minglou to take a photo for her.

Lunch, also eaten under the persimmon tree, the hot pot prepared by Song Hongguo, the bottom of the spicy pot with butter, is the current weather, after a few people eat, they don't feel cold at all, only feel hearty.

The beef and mutton were brought by Song Hongbing and Huo Minglou, and Song Hongguo also prepared meatballs, wide noodles, mushrooms, tofu and green vegetables.

When they had enough of playing and left, they were all big and small, Han Ying especially liked the papaya, the golden skin, it tasted average, but the taste was too sweet, and it could smell in the house for a few months.

She also fell in love with the reeds and persimmon ornaments in Song Hongguo's house, and wanted to wait until Xu Wei's application for the house was approved, cleaned up, and made a decoration.

Song Hongguo responded generously.

Anyway, there are many reeds and persimmons in the village, so she doesn't have to bother to make another one.

When she went to work the next day, Song Hongguo also brought a few papayas and divided them with acquaintances, Xu Xianghong smiled and said, "My daughter definitely likes this, it smells much better than perfume......

Song Hongguo said, "This papaya is eaten directly, it doesn't taste very good, it smells the best, and it can also be made into preserved fruits and wine, I'll make it later, and I'll bring you some to taste."

Xu Xianghong thanked him, and couldn't help but sigh, "During this time, I haven't eaten less of your things, and I have taken a big advantage......

Needless to say, persimmons, apples, hawthorn rolls, yam cakes, pumpkin pies and other snacks made by Song Hongguo, also brought some to everyone from time to time.

There are not a few who account for her light.

Of course, her popularity is also unprecedentedly high.