Mo Jingchun stood still in front of the stove for a moment and looked at the environment in which he cooked tonight.

The kitchen of the grass courtyard is still simple, but fortunately, there are pots and pans, and there is a vegetable garden behind the house that the old man takes care of himself.

She asked Bo Qingshan to fetch a handful of shallots and a few white radish, and she went to the nearby street to buy a piece of watery tofu and came back, and she had already preliminarily thought of tonight's food list in her mind.

Shallot tofu, stewed mutton and radish soup, and a dish of roasted lamb bones.

Pinch a handful of small greens and stir-fry to relieve greasyness.

With her mind set up, she first picked up the existing spices, put the mutton, tangerine peel, cumin and ginger together in a pot and boiled over high heat.

In this process, you should take out the foam immediately when it comes out, rinse it with clean water and put it aside for later use.

The ginger slices were specially not peeled, because Aunt Hu once taught her that the ginger peel was spicy and cool, which had the effect of dispersing fire and removing heat, relieving pain and dispelling rheumatism, and eating it with mutton could also remove the smell.

Then blanch the radish again to remove the spicy flavor in it, and put it into a saucepan with the lamb to simmer.

The soup is simmering in the pot, and the next step is to make the lamb bones.

Although the famous roasted lamb stick bones are made of tan sheep, which is rich and tender, Mo Jingchun believes that he has made a slight change in the same method, and the taste made from goat's leg is not bad.

When the people of the dynasty burn mutton, they pay attention to marinating it first and then roasting it.

Put the mutton stick bones into the braised soup, turn to low heat and marinate for a moment after boiling the fire, turn off the heat and simmer for the same time, so that the taste of the braised soup completely penetrates into the mutton stick bones, and finally brush the oil and bake it.

The soup often contains fresh peeled orange flesh, chrysanthemums, and other things that can be used to remove the flavor and fragrance.

Some people are too lazy to make it themselves, and the mutton restaurant on the street directly sells braised soup.

At that time, people liked the original flavor and ate it directly with salt, and more of them were fried with soybean flour and mixed with cumin and other spices as a dipping sauce, and even the nobles in the palace liked to eat it like this.

In the end, there is a simple salad with shallots and tofu, which is easy to make.

After the dishes were served, Guo Bi was already sitting at the table and couldn't wait, and couldn't stop clapping his hands and praised: "Wonderful, wonderful!" The spring girl is exquisite, and this stewed radish is comparable to the imperial meal. ”

As he spoke, he first scooped a big spoonful of radish and mutton soup for himself, and while drinking the soup, he instructed the two not to be restrained: "You all taste it, radish eliminates stagnation, dissolves phlegm and heat, and spring is suitable for eating with mutton."

The girl knows me very well, this radish soup is excellent, beautiful, beautiful. ”

Bo Qingshan followed his words, and sandwiched a chopstick to roast the lamb shank: "Grandpa Guo, you know that I don't like stewed mutton, so I won't be polite to you with this roast lamb shank." ”

The freshly baked lamb stick bones are golden and crispy, crispy on the surface and firm and juicy on the inside.

Dipping in soybean cumin powder, Bo Qingshan felt his tongue stretch, and he couldn't wait to clip another piece.

Both dishes are rich in flavor, and the shallots and tofu melt in your mouth, which is both cool and refreshing, and is perfect for clearing your mouth.

Seeing Guo Bi and Bo Qingshan eating happily, Mo Jingchun was quietly picking up the meal, and he also felt that his heart had become a bird flying up the branches and the clouds, jumping with joy.

After the meal, the two finally remembered Hang Sheng who was waiting at the city gate.

Bidding farewell to Guo Bi, Mo Jingchun glanced back at the grass courtyard, only to find that there was actually an old bamboo plaque hanging at the gate, and the pen on it was written Huaibi Qiju.

This is where her name came from, and she remembers it by heart.

Back at Mo's house, Mo Jingchun threw himself into Gao's arms and told her about the fate of Mr. Guo and his father and mother that he saw today.

Gao also felt that this was fate, her eyes were full of water, she smiled, and gently stroked her hair: "Chun'er, listen to your second aunt's words, the human master has calculated, your name is in line with your life, it is very good." ”

Mo Jingchun's nose was sour: "Grandma, do you blame me?" ”

The son is silent, but the countrymen always believe in this.

Zhou's reciting her name is not good for her father, and it is also because there are these rumors outside, and they are still spread decently, and she listens to them.

Gao shook her head slightly, she hadn't heard of those funny rumors.

"Grandma doesn't believe that, if you are worried, drive Ming'er grandma to take you to the temple, and you personally ask the Buddha."

Mo Jingchun fell on her knees, and her heart was soft.

The Buddha purifies the world, and Gao is also her protector.

The scorching summer sun is almost tempting, and it is time to transplant the seedlings into the paddy fields before the heat.

Therefore, in addition to making three meals a day at Bo's house every day, Mo Jingchun will go to the field to help when he has time.

Therefore, everyone eats and drinks almost in the field except for the time when they sleep.

The people in Mojia Village were so busy that they didn't touch the ground with their feet like wooden spinning tops, and they fell asleep on the bed.

When she went to the field, Gao didn't need her to do too much work, so he asked her to follow behind her and sow the seedlings that were not planted.

Although their family doesn't have much land, the Gao family and Mo Qinglin are still relatively slow to get it, and many people in the village have finished it, and they are only halfway there.

Today's weather is not beautiful, dark clouds are oppressive, the air is humid and muggy, I am afraid it is a sign of rain.

Gao raised his eyes and looked at the sky, frowned, and said, "This thief, it's going to rain today, and we can't finish planting it." ”

She scolded in a low voice, and continued to move forward with Mo Qinglin, Mo Jingchun no longer listened to her rest, and immediately ran back to the ridge and took a handful of rice seedlings to join their team.

Gao Shi turned his head to look at it, and finally said, "Chun'er, be careful." ”

In front of the busy farming, multiple people in the family are many members.

Mo Jingchun answered, let go of her hands and feet to work in the field, and after a while, her back hurt, and she was about to straighten up and stretch, when she heard Mo Ying's voice on the ridge: "Chun'er!" Uncle Qinglin! Second grandma! ”

The Gao family and Mo Qinglin also turned their heads one after another, and saw that Mo Ying's family had come.

Li, Mo Xiangyuan, and Mo Ying were carrying baskets on their backs.

"Second aunt, our family is almost over, my father and mother know that there is no boy in your family, let us help you."

Mo Xiangyuan's face was full of joy, and he and Li quickly untied the back basket with their hands and feet, didn't say anything, and buried themselves in work.

Li instructed Mo Ying: "Yingzi, you and Chun'er are resting, and you are busy working in the field to make trouble, and I and your father are here!" ”

There were about a few acres of land left, and Mo Xiangyuan and the Li family were fast enough to match their hands and feet, and they walked to the front after a while.

Mo Jingchun and Mo Ying glanced at each other, and the two chatted: "Chun'er, your second aunt slandered you for stealing her money a few days ago, and finally found the money?" ”

"Nope."

Mo Jingchun also felt strange, but he didn't show it.

Mo Ying felt happy in her heart: "Yes, I think God taught her a lesson and told her to bully you all day long!" ”

God...... Thinking about it like this, Mo Jingchun trembled, and quickly told her to stop talking, she was numb and swishing.