Song Tan Jishi

The eldest aunt obviously didn't take this seriously.

After all, who hasn't eaten dumplings yet? But she didn't refute, just looked at the wrapped dumplings, a little worried:

"This is too much, and the refrigerator probably won't fit."

Song Sancheng looked at it: "Almost, we have so many people tonight, we can't eat three hundred of them!"

The aunt almost rolled her eyes—three hundred?

I usually eat dumplings, and I only have twenty or thirty dumplings.

Now there are only eight people in total, how dare you brag about it?

It seems that Tantan selling vegetables is not very reliable.

On the contrary, my uncle, a seasoned dumpling lover, agrees now: "Then let's cook a pot first."

So the men went to fork straw on the cart, and Ulan sat in front of the stove and slowly lit the fire, and at the same time, he followed the instructions like it didn't make sense:

"Cook a few more...a few more—don't rush to put them in the refrigerator, eat first!"

People have emphasized so much, if you don't cook more, it will make people feel full. The aunt murmured in her heart, and finally cooked a pot full of dumplings.

There are hundreds of dumplings in one pot on the large stove in the countryside!

Straw is not heavy, you just need to put it on the cart from the straw stack. The rear of the truck was quickly piled up to the brim.

At this time, the dumplings are also cooked.

The uncle took a deep breath and exclaimed while washing his hands: "This shepherd's purse is really good and delicious. Mom, you should eat more."

Then he took his first bite.

For a moment, the entire dining room was silent.

It's just... how to describe it?

Uncle thought about it for a long time, but he didn't want to swallow the dumpling stuffing in his mouth. Then he returned to the time when he was a child and ate meat once a year...

There are so many dumplings that he can't boast. All in all, it was delicious!

My aunt took a bite of the dumpling, and now she regrets it even more--I knew this dumpling was so delicious, why did I just give it to my parents?

The shepherd's purse around them definitely doesn't smell like this!

No wonder it's twenty yuan a catty, it's really worth it!

The elderly grandparents were full of praise for the food. The wheelchair-bound grandpa even handed over the bowl after eating it for the first time: "Let's serve it more."

This time it was Ulan's second pot to cook, but the old man was getting older, so she only filled five or six more pots than usual:

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, eat slowly, there will be more tomorrow. Don't eat too much today."

Grandpa had a great appetite and was in a good mood. He even said to Song Tan: "Our Tan Tan is born to be a farmer!"

This statement was unanimously approved by everyone.

But Ulan was refreshed and proud: "How about it, the food made by Tan Tan, does it taste good? I just said that she is so good at studying, and farming is just as good!"

Song Tan: A qualified tool man should not speak when he should not speak.

...

Eat and drink enough.

The family of four took advantage of the night to go home, the car was walking alone on the winding mountain road, the window was slightly opened, and the cool night wind was blowing on the face, which did not extinguish the heat in Ulan's heart at all.

She thought of her aunt's regretful and reluctant expression, and then thought of the satisfaction and comfort on the faces of grandma and grandpa Song Tan who hadn't seen it for a long time. At this moment, she suddenly understood why her daughter had to eat fresh dishes by herself every time she got them!

Because some happiness is really not measured by money.

...

From that night on, Ulan became extra energetic.

Early the next morning, as soon as the dawn came, she urged Song Sancheng to quickly spread the straw in the yard before drying it. I also hurriedly mixed two more barrels of disinfectant, sprayed the pigsty again, and even checked the septic tank specially.

When everything was ready, she called and contacted someone, and hurriedly sent the piglet over.

When Qiaoqiao came back to his senses, he saw that Paige, whom he was looking forward to, had disappeared. In the pigsty warmed by the sun, there were five little pigs lying on their stomachs, three white and two black.

The five little pigs are cute, their big noses are wet and round, and they are well groomed. The body is small and round, and it makes a tender voice of "humming humming".

but……

Apart from looking closely at the skins of the two white pigs, they can still reveal some pink, and they have no similarities with Jojo's Peggy.

Qiaoqiao was stunned for a while, and suddenly cried out with an "Aww": "My Peppa, my George, my pig mother...all gone...all gone..."

The pigs in the pigsty were stunned for a moment, grunted twice, and looked at him curiously with their pink and tender round noses, and their black eyes were full of agility.

Qiao Qiao's dreams were shattered for many days, and Song Tan had no choice but to use his trump card when he wailed:

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry - Paige George doesn't have it, can we look at something else? My sister will go back to the city and buy you a doll."

"Let's not watch it now, and change to another one-Have you seen Ultraman? Tiga! Let's watch this from today."

Ultraman toys are much easier.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

Qiaoqiao was crying and gasping for breath, but here Ulan smiled triumphantly, adding fuel to the fire:

"Come on, Jojo, don't you want to sleep with your mother pig? You choose and see which one is your mother pig?"

Jojo: ...

He cried louder.

...

The piglets are too small, and they have just moved to an unfamiliar environment, although they don't seem to be uncomfortable at all, and even love it too much (after all, they are more or less nourished by spiritual energy).

But to be cautious, Ulan hurriedly cooked hot pig food to feed:

Pumpkin, sweet potato and corn kernels, wheat bran and rice bran leftovers, picked wild vegetable roots, and a large pot of fragrant.

Just smelling the taste, it is actually quite appetizing.

Song Tan thought for a while: "Mom, let me go and see how the milk vetch in the field tastes? By the way, pick some more to feed the pigs."

Shepherd's purse can be tasted once or twice a year, and Zi vetch has not been eaten for more than ten years.

Ulan nodded: "Go ahead, get some more tidying up in the afternoon, don't you plan to sell it tomorrow?"

Song Tan shook his head: "I told the customers in the group that I will go to sell it tomorrow morning, so it's too late."

Milk vetch is easier to clean than wild vegetables, but it is too crispy and tender. In order to ensure freshness, it is better to pick it in the morning and take it directly to the city.

Now that the weather is warmer and there are more wild vegetables, this field used to be used to fertilize the fields and feed livestock with milk vetch, and it can still be sold for twenty yuan a catty. Ulan felt a little uncertain.

But she didn't refute it - she praised her daughter's farming ability too much yesterday, so that she was a little brainwashed in the morning, and always felt that -

Maybe it really makes a difference?

Song Tan took Qiao Qiao, whose face was full of tears, to the field with the basket. She couldn't bear to step on the fresh green leaves and stalks. Hold the stalk with your hands and break it gently, and you will get a bunch of green leaves.

Qiaoqiao found a new way to play, and thought it was very interesting to talk nonsense, so he immediately forgot about Mummy Pig and started working happily.

Published on the 13th, in 17 days, I have written 70,000 words... It is really a diligent new book period!

Pig food is really... actually quite fragrant.

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