Chapter 61 Pickled Cabbage Dumplings

Zhong Dawa wrinkled her nose: "I'm not lazy, I just want to take the rehabilitated out to play."

"Then let me ask you, what's so interesting about the non-staple food factory?" Song Zhaodi stared at him, "Zhong Dawa, although I'm not your biological mother, I have raised you for more than two years. Don't bother to guess."

Zhong Dawa froze in her heart and pretended to be calm: "If I say no, there is no."

"Reborn, go with him." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Dawa rehabilitated: "Let's go."

Independently, he looked at Dawa's back, then Song Zhaodi, and said tentatively, "I really know what Dawa wants to do?"

"I know." Song Zhaodi picked up the vegetable pot and steamed basket, "Let's go pick leeks first."

I went downstairs and went to the kitchen to get a bamboo basket. I saw the leeks behind Song Zhaodi, and suddenly realized that something was wrong: "Auntie, can leeks be eaten with tofu? I've never seen others eat it like this."

"I don't know if leeks can be stuffed with tofu." Song Zhaodi said, "But if we don't eat leeks in our family, they will grow old in a few days. I plan to make leeks boxes for you."

Zi Li blurted out, "Grandpa likes to eat leek boxes the most." After saying that, Zi Li was stunned, his eyes darkened.

Song Zhaodi wanted to reply to Zili, turned her head and saw Zili's eyes were red, she couldn't help sighing: "Ziliang, people have to look forward. Although I haven't met your grandfather in person, I don't know him, but I believe you Grandpa hopes that you and Xinsheng will be happy and carefree every day."

"But my grandfather is now..." Zi Li muttered, "He must be suffering."

Song Zhaodi put down the sickle: "Being independent, it is impossible for people to have smooth sailing in their life. Some people suffer when they are young, and some suffer when they are old." After a pause, "Compared to Dawa's mother, your grandfather is still alive at least. People have hope when they live."

Zi Li nodded, indicating that he had listened, but he couldn't help but ask, "How does Auntie know that Grandpa is still alive?"

"Your grandfather is one of the founding marshals. Once he has any good or bad, even if it is not announced, your uncle can hear the wind." Song Zhaodi said, "Your uncle didn't look for your uncle Zhong, which means that your grandfather has no life worries for the time being. ."

Self-reliance "um": "I won't cry again in the future."

"It's okay to cry." Song Zhaodi said, "Cry if you want to. I'm not an outsider, but your adoptive mother. It's not ashamed to cry in front of your own family."

Zi Li smiled involuntarily: "Auntie, you are so nice, why did you marry Uncle Zhong?"

"Because mother likes us." Zhong Erwa pulled out a green onion, "Mother, I also want to eat scrambled eggs with shallots."

Self-reliance sighed: "Erwa, have you become a glutton too?"

"You are the glutton." Zhong Erwa was very unhappy.

Self-reliance nodded: "I'm a glutton. Then don't disturb me. Aunt, why?"

"Women in our rural areas must get married and have children." Song Zhaodi said, "I don't want to have children, but I have to get married and have children, so I choose to marry your Uncle Zhong. The most important thing is that he has a high salary and good treatment."

Self-reliance is very curious, afraid that the second baby next to him will hear it, and whispered: "Aren't you afraid that other people's children will not be well raised?"

"My own children are not necessarily filial." Song Zhaodi said, "Besides, because of your Uncle Zhong, the army arranged for me to be a teacher in a middle school. I have a pension, so I am not afraid of being old and have nothing to do, so I don't care so much about your filial piety in the future. Unfilial."

Self-reliance thinks Song Zhaodi is strange, because she is willing to be a stepmother. Hearing what she said, Zi Li felt that what she said was very reasonable, but also felt that Song Zhaodi's thinking was very strange: "Auntie, I think you are very different from the women I have seen before."

"Of course it's not the same." Song Zhaodi said, "People grow up in different environments, so they have different ways of getting married, dealing with children and dealing with things." After a while, "When you grow up, you won't get married at the age of forty. Auntie won't rush you."

Zi Li was dumbfounded: "Forty years old? It's too exaggerated, Auntie, I won't get married so late."

"Child, don't talk too much." Song Zhaodi patted his shoulder, "Zhong Erwa, do you understand what your mother said?"

Erwa pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't quite understand. Mother, say it again."

"When you grow up, what you want to do, your mother will not stop you." Song Zhaodi said, "As long as you don't kill people and set fires. Go to the sky, go to the sea, your mother will support you to try."

Erwa didn't quite understand it, so she simply asked, "Mother, I'll give the schoolbag to Brother Zili. Would you sew me a new schoolbag?"

"Not good." Song Zhaodi blurted out.

Self-reliance hurriedly said: "Auntie, it doesn't matter, I can use a schoolbag with Dawa, Dawa said it before."

"Mother, you hear me." Zhong Erwa said, "Mother, when you sew a new schoolbag, you should also sew a giant panda on the schoolbag. I like pandas very much now."

Song Zhaodi was happy: "Then what do you like in a few days?"

"I don't know." Erwa thought for a while, "When I don't like pandas anymore, I'll tell my mother."

Sanwa spit out the garlic sprouts, frowned and said, "Mother, I want a new schoolbag too."

"You don't even have a book, what kind of schoolbag do you want?" Song Zhaodi frowned, "I'll make you another book when you get a new book in the future."

Sanwa ran over: "I want it, mother, if my brother has a new schoolbag, I have it too."

"It's better to give him the schoolbag of rejuvenation." Self-reliance suggested.

Song Zhaodi looked at Sanwa: "If you are not obedient, I won't cook tonight. If I don't cook, Dawa will be very angry. Dawa is angry and wants to beat you, but I won't stop it."

"Then I don't want it anymore." Big baby doesn't have any weight in his hands, sometimes he slaps Sanwa and grins, but Sanwa also expects his brothers to play with him, and doesn't dare to complain to his parents, "Mother, what is the teacher? When is a new book coming out?"

Song Zhaodi: "When you are in the first grade, the teacher will issue a new book." After a pause, "Learn pinyin and addition and subtraction with my brother, you have learned it, my mother will buy you a few books, and then I will sew you a good-looking one. 's new book packaging book."

Three babies and one happy: "Mother, I want a book now."

"Learn how to add and subtract from 1 to 20, and I'll buy you a writing notebook." Song Zhaodi said, "No more stealing garlic sprouts. Go back to the house with your second brother, and my mother will come over later."

Zhong Erwa stretched out her hand: "Sanwa, I'll hold you."

"Okay." Sanwa also didn't want to eat garlic sprouts - it was very spicy. When I got to the house, I asked Erwa to write a notebook.

Erwa was still thinking about his new schoolbag, but he didn't dare to make Song Zhaodi angry. Not only did he not give his younger brother a writing pad, but he also threatened Sanwa to tell Song Zhaodi about it.

Zhong Sanwa wilted.

Around 2:30, Zhong Dawa was carrying a bag, and Gengsheng was also carrying a bag, and the two brothers came back shoulder-to-shoulder.

Song Zhaodi was washing leeks by the well, and when she saw the two of them come in, she was instantly happy: "Zhong Dawa, let's clean up the 50 cents."

"Mother, I bought a lot of things." Da Wa said, "Six catties of old tofu, more than ten pieces of tofu skin, and the yam you have been thinking about for a long time. Mother, you should praise me for five cents for two packs. ."

Song Zhaodi cooperated with him: "Dawa is awesome." Then she asked, "Reborn, did Dawa tell you that there are a lot of delicious foods in the non-staple food factory, and then asked me to buy it for you to eat?"

Gengsheng's eyes widened: "How does Auntie know?"

"Because Zhong Dawa is a glutton." Song Zhaodi looked at Dawa, "Put the things in the house and make yam tomorrow morning."

Zhong Dawa took a closer look at Song Zhaodi's expression, and found that she was not angry, so she handed the thing to the rehabilitator and ran to Song Zhaodi's side: "Mother, I told the uncle who bought yam that I like eating yam very much. People, just give me an extra catty. And tofu and tofu skin, give me an extra half catty. Mother, I'm good."

Song Zhaodi was quite surprised: "It's amazing." After thinking about it, "I will give you 50 cents a day in the future, and you can buy whatever you want."

"Five cents?" Zhong Dawa was about to say yes, but then she thought something wrong, "No meat tickets?"

Song Zhaodi smiled: "Save the meat ticket at the end of the month to buy pork belly for you to make braised pork."

"Then I don't want meat tickets." Zhong Dawa said, thinking of one thing, "Zi Li and Gengsheng haven't eaten braised pork yet, mother, the Lantern Festival will be in two days. Let's make braised pork for the Lantern Festival."

Song Zhaodi nodded, "Okay." He took out the leeks and put them in the air to dry. He called the children upstairs and watched them do the exercises written by Zhong Jianguo.

After four o'clock, Song Zhaodi went downstairs, took a pickled cabbage from the vat, washed it, chopped it, and mixed it with tofu for filling. Later, Song Zhaodi chopped the chives for filling.

Zhong Dawa was curious: "Mother wants to make dumplings with three flavors?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll make the noodles later, you roll out the dumpling wrappers, make dumplings with Erwa, and make a fire. I'll make a leek box for you, okay?"

"Leek box?" The big baby was overjoyed, "It's too good. Mother, you can make a leek box. Leave the tofu dumplings to me."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Then I'll have a face time now."

Song Zhaodi had eaten frozen tofu dumplings with pickled cabbage and fried tofu in her previous life, but she had never eaten tofu and pickled cabbage dumplings, so she decided to make some more leek boxes because she was afraid that it would not taste good.

It was the beginning of spring a year ago, and the day after the new year was getting warmer. The leeks in Zhong's small courtyard grew faster and aged faster. Song Zhaodi cut off half of it today to make a leek box.

Song Zhaodi estimated that she would have to make about 20 leek boxes. She was afraid that she would use up the vegetable oil at one time, so she used the lard boiled years ago to fry the leek boxes. But she was afraid of poking the oil too much with the spatula, so when frying the leek box, she poked the lard with chopsticks.

Zhong Dawa smelled the fragrance and came in to take a look. Seeing Song Zhaodi poking oil with chopsticks, she was very curious: "Mother, when did you learn to poke oil with chopsticks?"

"I just learned it." Song Zhaodi turned around and asked, "Do you have an opinion?"

Zhong Dawa shook his head: "No, no. However, I want to know how to eat those tofu skins?"

"Have you eaten dipping sauce?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Dawa thought about it carefully: "I haven't eaten it." After speaking, she paused for a while, "Mother, today is another dumpling, another leek box, and a dipping sauce. What day is it today?"

"Your uncle and your aunt were kicked out by your father, is it a happy event?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Is it worth celebrating?"