Chapter 62

Zhong Dawa deeply agreed: "It's very worth celebrating. Mother, I'm going to make dumplings." When she turned around, she walked along with two boxes of leeks that were just out of the pot.

Song Zhaodi had a black line on her forehead and shouted loudly: "Zhong Dawa, divide into half of the younger brother."

"I know, I know." Zhong Dawa's voice came from the living room.

Song Zhaodi was very helpless and wanted to sigh: "Self-reliance, do you want to eat?"

"I want to eat pickled cabbage dumplings." Zi Li also wanted to eat them, but he was too embarrassed, after all, the fire was burning.

Song Zhaodi: "Daddy eats and makes dumplings at the same time. I don't know how to make dumplings in the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. You should eat a box of leeks to cushion your stomach. If you're afraid that you won't be able to finish eating, cut them in half with a knife." He was embarrassed to say, "I'll cut it for you. Your hands are dirty, go wash your hands."

He went out to wash his hands with an "um", and saw that there were only about a dozen dumplings on the table, and his younger brothers were all eating leek boxes: "Big baby, Uncle Zhong is coming back soon, you guys hurry up and pack them."

"Make dumplings after eating." Zhong Dawa stuffed the last bit of the leek box into his mouth and started rolling out the dumpling skins. After Song Zhaodi finished all the leek boxes, the three brothers only made about thirty dumplings.

Song Zhaodi prepared a lot of fillings and noodles, and roughly enough for three meals for the family. However, thirty dumplings are not enough for five children.

Song Zhaodi didn't want to scold the child, so she couldn't help pinching Zhong Dawa's ear: "Did you have fun when you rolled the dough?"

"No. I'm not skilled yet." Zhong Dawa said confidently, "Mother, make dumplings a few more times, I'm skilled, and the speed of making dumplings will be faster."

Song Zhaodi: "It's the first time I've made these kinds of dumplings. If they're delicious, we'll make them once every three days. Anyway, there are still more than half a jar of sauerkraut. I don't eat them now. After a while, the vegetables will grow, and I'll have to throw those vegetables to the goose. eat."

"Be careful to be seen by Grandma Liu, your brain hurts when I think about it." Zhong Dawa reminded.

Last winter, when the weather on the island turned cooler, Mrs. Duan started pickling carrots, pickling garlic cloves and making sauerkraut. Carrots and garlic cloves are very cheap, and cabbage is grown in her own yard. When Mrs. Duan picks up vegetables, she calls Song Zhaodi.

Liu Wei was in the army, and Liu Ping was often not at home. There were only Master Liu and Sister Duan in the Liu family. Master Liu didn't like to eat pickles, and Sister Duan didn't dare to pickle too much.

Sister-in-law Duan planted a lot of cabbage, and kept enough cabbage for winter food and pickles. She gave all the remaining cabbage to Song Zhaodi, and while helping Song Zhaodi pickle the sauerkraut, she persuaded Song Zhaodi to pickle more.

Song Zhaodi likes to eat pickled carrots, pickled garlic cloves, and stewed noodles with sauerkraut. But her family has five children, and eating pickles every day is not good for the children.

Sister-in-law Duan was very kind, but Song Zhaodi couldn't refuse it, and she couldn't explain to people of this era that you shouldn't eat more pickles. After all, every year every household picks up a lot of vegetables and keeps them for the winter, and there has never been a problem with eating pickled vegetables.

Song Zhaodi listened to Sister Duan's words and marinated a large pot of cabbage, two jars of shredded carrots and garlic cloves.

When Zhong Dawa said this, Song Zhaodi also thought that there were still a lot of garlic cloves and carrots in the altar, so she deliberately said: "From tomorrow onwards, our family will eat pickles three times a day, instead of cooking."

"Mother, don't tell me." Zhong Dawa said quickly, "If Grandma Liu sees it, you say I don't want to eat sauerkraut. I threw the sauerkraut into the goose pen while you weren't paying attention."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Good son. Hurry up and make dumplings, it's getting dark."

After six o'clock, Song Zhaodi threw about forty dumplings into the pot and asked Dawa to watch it. She put the rest of the dumplings in a bamboo sieve. Then tie a few ropes on the bamboo sieve and hang it on the clothesline.

It's cold at night, so dumplings won't break if you leave them outside overnight, and you don't have to worry about mice or night cats stealing them. Song Zhaodi was very satisfied with the three sieve dumplings, and turned to the kitchen to fish out the dumplings in the pot. There was also the sound of cars outside the door.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help but complain: "Your dad is looking for something."

"No, my dad came back a little late today." Zhong Dawa said, "Mother, I'll take the dumplings out first."

Song Zhaodi: "Wait a minute, set the pot on fire, and I'll make two bowls of egg sauce."

"What is egg sauce?" Zhong Dawa was curious.

Song Zhaodi: "Soybean paste and scrambled eggs are egg paste."

Zhong Dawa doesn't believe it.

Song Zhaodi scooped half a bowl of bean paste into the pot, then added a lot of water and a little chopped green onion, stirred it well, and poured the scrambled eggs into it. Zhong Dawa hurriedly asked, "Is this egg sauce?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi poured out the egg sauce and added a bit of sesame oil that she was reluctant to use. "Okay, let's eat."

"Sanwa said you made a lot of delicious food today, what's there?"

Song Zhaodi turned around and saw Zhong Jianguo standing at the door: "Leek box, tofu dumplings and dipping pickles." Pointing to the two plates of dumplings on the chopping board, "Take them out."

"What's a good day today?" Zhong Jianguo asked subconsciously.

Zhong Dawa: "Celebrate and cut off contact with my grandma's family."

Zhong Jianguo's hand paused, and he couldn't help laughing: "It's time to celebrate and celebrate. However, this kind of celebration can be done once in a while." He said to Dawa, "Don't make your mother tired and sick."

"I want to celebrate several times in a row." Song Zhaodi handed the chopsticks to Zili, the egg sauce to Dawa, and went out with the leek box and tofu skin, saying as she walked, "It's a pity that Binhai can't be broken in this life.

Zhong Dawa didn't understand: "Why?"

"Because your grandfather is your father's biological father." Song Zhaodi said, "Your grandfather is old, your father can not serve him or throw him in the hospital, but he cannot deny his father. Unless your grandfather commits a serious crime mistake."

Zhong Dawa thought for a moment: "Then I will curse grandpa for making mistakes in the future."

"How do you curse?" Song Zhaodi was curious.

Zhong Dawa said, "Of course God begs you, let my grandpa make mistakes."

"Pfft!" Zi Li burst into laughter, restrained himself from laughing and asked, "Auntie, do you curse the grandma's family like that?"

A trace of unease flashed across Song Zhaodi's face: "Otherwise?"

Self-reliance choked: "It's good. I'll help the big baby curse together in the future."

"Good brother." Zhong Dawa put down the egg sauce and patted Zi Li's shoulder, "You can use my writing pad and pen in the future."

Song Zhaodi glanced at the two children, put some lettuce, shallots, shredded cabbage, coriander and egg sauce on top of the tofu skin, then rolled the tofu skin and handed it to Zhong Jianguo: "How about it?"

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth wide.

"I'm so lazy!" Zhong Dawa complained.

A trace of embarrassment flashed on Zhong Jianguo's face, and then he dipped in a little egg sauce before stuffing his mouth: "It tastes good." He swallowed and asked, "How do you think of making a dipping sauce?"

"Suddenly I wanted to eat it and I did it for no reason." Song Zhaodi said, "You guys, eat three dumplings each, and then take the tofu skin for cabbage. Zhong Dawa, didn't you hear what I said?"

Zhong Dawa hurriedly put down the tofu skin: "Why?"

"Eat some hot food first and drink two mouthfuls of soup." Song Zhaodi said, "If you don't obey me, I won't do it in the future."

Zhong Dawa hurriedly took a big mouthful of hot soup, stuffed three dumplings into his mouth, and went to get the tofu skin.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi didn't scold him, but called Sanwa to him and asked Sanwa to roll a dish so he wouldn't be allowed to eat it again.

Sanwa looked at the two brothers and was very unhappy.

Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo didn't give him the roll, so he planned to roll it himself. However, the vegetables and egg sauce were placed in the middle of the table, and the tofu skin was in Zhong Jianguo's hand. Sanwa didn't dare to take the tofu skin and couldn't reach the lettuce and egg sauce, so he went to Zili: "Brother Zili, it's delicious to dip in pickles. ?"

The self-reliant mouth paused, looked at Sanwa and asked cautiously, "What do you think?"

"I don't know." Zhong Sanwa stared at the dish in his hand, "Brother Zili, give me a bite."

Song Zhaodi almost choked, and when she looked up, she found that Zi Li was stunned. She probably never dreamed that Sanwa would answer like this.

"Didn't you eat just now?" Zili asked.

Sanwa thought for a while: "I'm eating too fast. Brother Zili, if I take a small bite, I will not eat it."

"Auntie, will you give him something to eat?" Zi Li asked Song Zhaodi for help.

Song Zhaodi: "Sanwa, come and eat dumplings."

"But I want to eat a bite of the vegetables that Zili brother rolled." Sanwa grabbed Zili's arm and didn't move.

Song Zhaodi stared, "I don't want you to eat it?"

"Then don't eat it." Sanwa quickly ran to Song Zhaodi and sat down, "Mother, I'll eat dumplings."

Zhong Jianguo said casually, "Three babies are really good."

"Dad, I'm very good." Sanwa said, "Can I have a cabbage? Dad."

Zhong Jianguo choked: "No!"

"The kindergarten teacher said that obedient children are rewarded." Sanwa said, "I'm very obedient, Dad, I want a reward."

Zhong Jianguo looked at Song Zhaodi, really?

Really! Song Zhaodi nodded.

Zhong Jianguo: "Then Dad will give you two dumplings."

Sanwa was dumbfounded: "Dad, there are no dumplings for the reward."

"Dad has nothing else." Zhong Jianguo said, "Or give you half a box of leeks?"

Sanwa choked, and it took a while to point to the tofu skin beside him: "Dad can reward me with one of those."

"Would you like to reward you with some egg sauce, lettuce and shallots by the way?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Sanwa nodded again and again: "Dad is the best!"

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "It's really beautiful to think about." He lowered his face, "Hurry up and eat your dumplings. If you don't eat them, I'll tell your mother to put everything away."

Sanwa shuddered and didn't dare to think about the cabbage anymore, but couldn't help whispering, "I just want to eat a small bite."

"You believe in this yourself." Zhong Jianguo said, "Zhong Sanwa, don't play tricks in front of your dad."

Sanwa glanced at Zhong Jianguo and muttered, "I'm not smart. The teacher said that Sanwa is the smartest."

Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment and turned to Song Zhaodi: "A kindergarten teacher?"

"Sanwa plays with a group of big kids all day long." Song Zhaodi pointed at the four of them, "I can hear and see, and I know more than the average child. If you don't believe me, think for yourself, when you are as old as Sanwa, will you turn around? Flower rope."

Self-reliance followed up: "The key is more than my ability to play."

"What do you mean you can play better than you?" Dawa couldn't bear to say to him, "It's obvious that he can play with you."