Farmhouse Pastoral Notes

Chapter 211 Dinner
"Are you back? Why are you standing there stupidly, come into the house quickly"

Chunqiu was awakened by what her mother said, and after realizing it, she realized that she had returned. At this time, she was standing at the door of the shop in a daze with Mrs. Tang in her arms.

Chunqiu reflexively glanced at Mrs. Tang who was held in her arms and used to cover her hands. The surface was warm with a trace of enthusiasm. For some reason, Chunqiu remembered what Zhou Huaiyan had said to him before he came back, and unconsciously Feeling a little flustered on her face, um, Chunqiu keeps hinting in her heart that she must be thinking too much, thinking too much...

Stretching out his hand to pat his frozen purple cheeks, Chunqiu faced the shop and hurriedly replied, "Hey, here we come."

Holding the hot pot ordered by the diners in her hand, Yuan Shi turned her head and smiled at Chunqiu who had just entered the door, "What's wrong with you? You stood at the door and didn't come in for a long time. Why are you so absorbed in your thoughts?"

is not that right?Yuan Shi had noticed the girl outside the door a long time ago, standing on the street, just so stupidly motionless, looking at the shop, don't know what to think?
"Huh?" After hearing her mother's words, Chunqiu's tone was a little flustered, "I didn't think about it, I just thought it was cold today, and I'm afraid it's going to change." Chunqiu casually gave a reason to perfunctory her mother, "Mother, I want to go into the house warm"

"Go, go, by the way, I will go to the kitchen to make some ginger soup by myself later..." Yuan Shi still wanted to give some instructions, but was interrupted by Chunqiu directly, "Mother, I know, hurry up, the guests are all in a hurry le"

After Chunqiu finished speaking with a smile, she turned around and ran away without a trace. Yuan Shi wanted to ask what happened to Mrs. Tang in her arms, but she disappeared.

Entering the house, Chunqiu closed the door tightly to cut off the cold air outside. Chunqiu first lit the extinguished brazier. Last night, there was little burning, and there was still some charcoal left in it. Chunqiu picked up the discarded brazier Use a flint to ignite the papyrus, squat next to the brazier and blow a few breaths of cold air, and the charcoal will be considered lit. The charcoal used in ancient times is a charcoal fire that burns clean wood, and there is no pungent soot produced by charcoal after ignition. When people come to winter, they will use charcoal braziers to keep warm.

When the cold meets the heat, it will naturally transform into a magical chemical reaction, just like Chunqiu came in with a whole body of air-conditioning, and when the air temperature in the room rose, Chunqiu fought several cold wars, hugging his arms and rubbing back and forth several times , is considered a relief.

Charcoal burning, although not as full of coal smoke as coal, is still a bit choking. I feel that the temperature in the room is almost the same. Chunqiu moved the brazier to the side of the table, and then stretched out his hand to open the closed door and window to use Change the smell in the house.

Sitting at the table, Chunqiu took out from her bosom the prescription she specially went to get back before, spread the folded white paper on the table, and pressed the raised corners with paperweights, Chunqiu jumped off the chair, from the right side He took out a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from his bookcase.

The ink has been frozen into ice cubes and cannot be used anymore. Spring and Autumn cannot be used, so I have to grind the ink again. The ink ingot is getting smaller and smaller, and the dark ink is like a small reflection of Spring and Autumn. Chunqiu held the ink ingot in his hand and grinded it finely in the disc, as if the whole person wanted to blend in with the surrounding environment.

Taking out the white paper, drying the bottom of the ink ingot and putting it in the cabinet, Chunqiu sat down, picked up the prepared brush, dipped it in ink, and began to outline Zhou Huaiyan's prescription seriously...

"Boom boom boom... boom boom boom"

Chunqiu put down the brush in his hand, looked up at the door where there was a knock on the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Qiu'er, it's my mother"

"Mother, why are you here?" Chunqiu hurriedly got up and walked over, opened the door and let Yuan Shi in.

Yuan Shi gave Chunqiu an angry look, "What are you talking about? Is the ginger soup not cooked?"

Only then did Chunqiu remember what her mother had told her before, ouch, I was so busy with my work that I forgot about it, Chunqiu touched his nose in embarrassment, lowered his head and whispered, "Mother, I'm in a hurry right now, I haven't What's the rush?"

Yuan Shi pointed at Chunqiu's small head, and said weakly, "Hmph, that's all I know."

Chunqiu laughed foolishly, stretched out his hand and pulled her mother towards the bed, "Hehehe, mother, don't be angry, I'll go over and cook in a while."

"Wait for you to pass, will this ginger soup still be good?" Yuan Shi took advantage of the situation and sat down, and handed the white bowl that he had been holding up to Chunqiu, "here, mother has made it for you, hurry up while it's hot drink"

After listening to her mother's words, Chunqiu noticed that there were steaming white bowls in her mother's hand. Chunqiu quickly took it from her mother's hand. The soup still had a strong smell of ginger. Chunqiu frowned tightly. I don't like ginger the least, I guess her mother has put some in this bowl.

Yuan Shi saw the small entanglement of Chunqiu, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I put a lot of brown sugar here, it's not spicy at all." spoon brown sugar.

In the end, Chunqiu closed his eyes, squeezed his nose and poured a full bowl of ginger soup into his stomach.

"Quickly wipe the corners of your mouth." Seeing that Chunqiu had finished drinking, Yuan Shi quickly handed over the handkerchief in his hand.There is still a little soup left in Chunqiu's mouth.

Yuan Shi stood up, picked up the empty bowl beside her, and said to Chunqiu who was covering her mouth, "Okay, there is still something to do in the shop, you should take a good rest."

Chunqiu nodded with tears in her eyes, hiss... no matter how much sugar she puts, it is still spicy.

After sending her mother away, Chunqiu drank several more pots of tea to get rid of the ginger taste in his mouth. Chunqiu supported the table and sat down, and continued to write with a bitter face...

It was cold, and Chunqiu moved their eating place from the yard to the house. It was already dark, and there was a brazier in the house. Chunqiu moved a small stool and sat beside the brazier to try the fire. Her mother went to pick up the tiger. Her father was still busy in the shop, and Chunqiu was the only idler left in the backyard.

Chunqiu was thinking about what to have for dinner. Before that, they ate hot pot for two days in a row and they had enough. They stared at the charcoal in the brazier, and Chunqiu's thoughts drifted away again...

I suddenly want to drink haggis soup.

Chunqiu stroked his smooth chin, thinking about the feasibility of this plan.

There is no mutton at home, but you can go to the alley and ask. Thinking of the milky white mutton soup, Chunqiu unconsciously drools, ouch, I can’t say any more, or she will not be able to bear it.

After talking with her father, Yang Weibo was worried that Chunqiu would go there alone, so he closed the shop, and Yang Weibo and Chunqiu went out together.

It was a coincidence that the two of them happened to have half of the leg of lamb left in the pork shop, thinking that they could have a roast leg of lamb tonight, Chunqiu pulled her father and bought the whole leg of lamb.

After buying the leg of lamb, Chunqiu will certainly not forget his haggis. Haggis is made from the heart, liver, lungs, stomach, intestines and other raw materials of sheep. Especially the internal organs of these animals in ancient times were processed due to technical problems. The ancients loved you and didn't know how to eat very much. When they heard that Chunqiu wanted to buy these things, the shop owner didn't care about it, and even gave them the free rides.

Chunqiu and the two returned with a full load, put the haggis into the kitchen, Chunqiu rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up, her father had already gone to the door of the house to set up a simple grill because of the leg of lamb.

Both father and daughter started to get busy before their mother came back.

(End of this chapter)