After Su Qingluan watched Mu Xingzhi leave, he returned to his room and took a sip of water.
I stuck my head out and looked at the sun, which seemed to be late in the day. Dad is not at home, probably to pick up his younger brother who is going to school in the county town.
Su Qingluan couldn't help but sigh: It is said that a blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. I originally thought that I would go to the town every day and not take care of the two children. But now it is convenient to pick up and drop off my younger brother to school. My sister is alone at home, even though she is accompanied by Sun Guixiang. , but also a little lonely.
Therefore, once she had some free time, she would take her sister out for a walk as much as possible as a way to make up for it.
Thinking of the little girl, I heard her calling someone in the next room - she must have woken up.
After opening the curtain and going out, Su Qingluan saw her sister walking out of the house in a daze, pulling on her shoes and rubbing her sleepy eyes.
This little girl was still in a half-asleep "sleepwalking" state, and her face still had the indentations caused by lying on Su Qingluan's back for a long time. She looked a little funny and a little cute.
Mrs. Yang obviously heard her little daughter's voice, and turned out of the kitchen: "Da Ya, are you back?" Then she glanced at the basket placed on the wall at the door of the kitchen, "There were not enough mushrooms collected today. Some."
"It's quite a lot," Su Qingluan said with a smile, "Mr. Mu just saw me carrying my sister on my back and helped me bring the fungi back. To thank him, I gave him half."
"Send it? How?" Yang opened her eyes wide in surprise.
So Su Qingluan told her about Mu Xingzhi's modified wheelchair that could push it and walk at will, causing Yang to sigh a series of times: "Oh, that's a good feeling! That's a good feeling!"
Then he looked at his eldest daughter reproachfully: "Why don't you let Mr. Mu come in and sit down?"
Su Qingluan couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, our house is not completely tidy up yet, how can we invite people in?" Although it can't be seen from the outside, as long as you enter Su's house, you can see the piles of clutter inside. There are piles everywhere, don't be exaggerated.
However, considering that it would stop raining for a while and work would continue, I put these debris in a corner that did not take up much space and tidied them up after everything was ready.
But it's okay for my family to be so messy, but it would be rude to let guests see it.
Yang thought for a while and said nothing. She just said, "Let's make dumplings for dinner tonight." Then she went to the kitchen. After a while, there was another sound of "dong dong dong" - it should be mincing meat fillings. the sound of.
The little girl doesn't care about such trivial matters. She only has one thing on her mind right now: "Sister, I win!"
"Huh?" Su Qingluan was stunned and didn't react.
"Sister, it's a game!" The little girl put her hand on her waist, "I won!"
Only then did Su Qingluan understand that the little girl was asking her for a "reward". But... I asked Ms. Yang and it turned out that she didn't buy bananas as an ingredient at home, so she probably couldn't make shredded bananas.
"Not today, there are no bananas at home today." Su Qingluan shook her head regretfully.
Then she was severely criticized by her younger sister: "Sister, you don't mean what you say?"
"Why can't I keep my word?" Seeing the little girl's angry look, Su Qingluan's teasing mischief factor became active again.
"Sister promised to give me sweet bananas!" The little girl couldn't remember the name of the dish "Silly Banana" and could only use her own vocabulary to describe it.
"I agreed, but..." Su Qingluan smiled slightly, bent down and scratched the tip of her sister's smooth and elastic nose, "I didn't say which day it was."
So the little girl flattened her mouth and said, "Sister, you're lying!" and ran into the house. To show her dissatisfaction, she slammed the door.
After Su Qing finished teasing the cat, he was in a good mood. He turned around and asked for the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw Mr. Yang chopping meat.
"Just now I heard the door closing." Yang turned around and glanced at Su Qingluan as she bent over, "Who's back again?"
"No one is coming back," Su Qing said with a smile, "I teased the little girl a few times, but she got angry with me - I have to find a way to coax her."
"You," Wan chopped the minced meat, but couldn't help laughing, "you will be fourteen after the Chinese New Year, why are you still teasing your sister, a three- or four-year-old baby?"
"It's just because you're only three or four years old that it's fun to be funny." Su Qingluan leaned over to see if there was anything he could do to help. "Like Xuanhe, when he gets older, he can't be funny anymore - tonight What kind of stuffing do you want to eat?”
"Your father went to the town today and bought fresh pork and fennel. Today I will eat fennel dumplings."
"Auntie, I'm here to help," Su Qingluan looked around, "Has the dough risen yet?"
"It's been posted a long time ago, here, over there." Yang turned around and pointed to a brown-black ceramic basin exposed to the sun, with the kneaded dough in it.
Although the autumn sunshine is no longer as hot as summer, this dark container can absorb the heat of the sun and become a natural fermentation incubator.
"Then let me chop the meat stuffing." Su Qingluan said, and went to take the chopping knife from Yang's hand, but was passed over easily.
"You should have a rest," Mrs. Yang lovingly touched the top of her eldest daughter's hair, "it's not easy to take Sanya to pick mushrooms."
Speaking of her little sister, Su Qingluan remembered that the little girl was still awkward, so she rolled her eyes, made up her mind, turned and walked outside.
After a while, Su Qingluan came back with a dustpan of various wild vegetables.
Yang raised his eyebrows: "Although these wild vegetables taste good now, they taste old. Why did you pick so many of them?"
Su Qingluan smiled: "Make an emerald white jade dumpling for Xueyan and coax her."
"It's just that you are a clever guy, and you have gained so many reputations all day long." Yang smiled helplessly and fondly, and turned around to continue chopping the meat.
Su Qingluan took out the stone mortar for grinding spices, broke various wild vegetables into sections, mashed them, and filtered out the dark green juice with gauze.
After repeated operations like this, in a short time, a bowl of dark green "wild vegetable juice" was collected.
When it was time to knead the dough, Su Qingluan mixed half of the dough into the wild vegetable juice and kneaded it repeatedly. Gradually, the entire dough turns into a bright and vivid emerald green, which is very pleasing to the eye.
At this time, Su Qingluan looked up and saw Yang putting chopped fennel into the meat filling.
Su Qingluan's sharp eyes saw that the meat filling was still loose, and she quickly asked: "Mom, don't put the fennel in it yet. Have you added water to the meat filling?"
When Mrs. Yang heard her eldest daughter's words, she didn't add any more fennel. She raised her head and was a little confused: "Fetching water? What kind of water?"
