After returning to the countryside to farm, I brought the whole village to become rich

Chapter 63 Autumn Rain
In the early morning, Shen Qiuqiu fell into a drowsy sleep, only to be awakened by the sound of rain ticking outside the window.

She got up and opened the curtains, and it was raining patter outside the window.

The rainwater flowed down the eaves, dripping down like broken beads.

A cold autumn rain.

Shen Qiuqiu rubbed his arms, feeling a bit of coolness.

Looking through the glass window full of water droplets, the raindrops fell on the ground, stirring up water splashes, and a thin layer of mist formed on the ground.

Dim lights were on in the kitchen diagonally opposite, and wisps of cooking smoke curled up from the top of the chimney.

Shen Qiuqiu drew the curtains and found a strawberry sweater to change into.

The sound of getting dressed finally woke up Li Mao.

She turned over and muttered softly, "What time is it?"

Shen Qiuqiu found a coat from the closet and threw it to her, "It's raining, it's a bit cold, you can wear my coat.

Grandma is making breakfast, I'll go and see what delicious food she makes. "

There was no umbrella in the room, so Shen Qiuqiu opened the door and trotted to the kitchen in the rain.

As soon as Grandma Shen looked up, she saw the little drops of water dripping from her hair, and said angrily, "How can you be so reckless when you're such an adult.

I put an umbrella outside your room, you must not have seen it. "

Under grandma's slightly reproachful gaze, Shen Qiuqiu pulled his sleeves and wiped his face indiscriminately a few times, then quickly changed the subject.

"Grandma, what delicious food did you make this morning? I'm hungry."

Grandma Shen smiled and gave her a white look, pointing to the snow-white dough on the chopping board.

"The noodles that have just been kneaded will be cooked for you this morning."

Qinghe Village is located in the south, and the staple food has always been rice. Except for steamed buns and dumplings during festivals, they seldom eat pasta.

When I was a child, life at home was difficult.It is a luxury to eat rice every meal, and Grandma Shen occasionally cooks a hot noodle soup.

A large pot of noodle soup can be made with a small ball of noodles, and the soup and noodles are full.

Because the noodles in noodle soup are thin slices shaped like small ears, they are also called noodle ears.

The smooth and delicious noodles are the best memories of childhood.

Thinking of the noodles and ears that he used to eat when he was a child, Shen Qiuqiu couldn't help feeling a little greedy.

"Well... I haven't eaten noodles for a long time, I want to eat a big bowl."

Grandma Shen had a doting smile on her face, "Okay, such a big ball of noodles is enough for you to eat."

Shen Qiuqiu sat in front of the stove to help light the fire, and took out his mobile phone to film the process of grandma making noodle soup.

Grandma Shen poured hot water from the cauldron into the kettle, and kept it for a while for the children to wash their faces.

After the water vapor in the pot dries up, I put a spoonful of glistening lard from the pot into the pot, and after the lard melts, add the pre-cut bacon.

After frying, the aroma of bacon is stronger, and the whole room is filled with a strong aroma of bacon.

After sautéing the bacon until fragrant, Grandma Shen scooped up a few more ladles of water and poured it into the pot. With a sound of "here!", a puff of white smoke rose from the pot.

This is the soup base for noodles and ears.

While waiting for the soup to boil, Grandma Shen took the washed cabbage and shallots from the basin.

Finely shred the cabbage, and cut the chives into finely chopped green onions.

After the soup boiled, Grandma Shen picked up the prepared dough, grabbed some noodles with her hands, kneaded them into thin slices and put them in the soup.

Cook until the noodles change color and there are no dead cores, add the chopped cabbage and cook for another 2 minutes, and finally sprinkle with green onion and season with salt.

Seeing the big pot full of noodles, Shen Qiuqiu sniffed hard, "Wow, it smells so good."

Grandma Shen laughed at her, "As long as you have a sweet mouth, no matter what grandma does, you will say it is delicious."

Shen Qiuqiu hugged grandma's arm coquettishly, "It's what it is, the dishes cooked by grandma are the most fragrant and delicious."

Grandma Shen laughed heartily, and pulled her arm out of her hand, "Go call Xiaona and Maomao to have breakfast, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Shen Qiuqiu blinked, and asked back: "Is my grandfather going to the field again?"

Grandma Shen nodded, "It rained all night, and he was worried that the strawberry seedlings he had just planted would be washed up by the rain, and they would go there before dawn, and he couldn't stop them.

The road is slippery in rainy days, and I was worried that he would fall again, so I asked Xiaoshu and your sister-in-law to follow and watch. "

Shen Qiuqiu patted himself on the head in frustration, "Oh, oh, how did I forget about this?"

"Grandma, you can eat first, I will also go to the field to have a look."

After leaving this sentence, she stood up and was about to go out.

Grandma Shen hurriedly stopped her, "There's no need to go, Xiaoshu called me just now, and they are already on their way back, and they will be there soon."

Sure enough, as soon as Grandma Shen finished speaking, there was a sound outside the gate.

Grandpa Shen came in wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.

Shen Jiashu and Shen Xiu were two steps behind him, also dressed in the same way.

Grandma Shen leaned on the door frame of the kitchen and greeted them loudly, "Go back to the house and change into clean clothes, and come over for breakfast later."

The sharp-eyed Shen Qiuqiu noticed that grandfather's trousers and shoes were all wet from the rain.

Feeling distressed and blaming herself, she silently went to the corner to pick up two pieces of ginger.

"What are you doing with ginger? There is no need to put ginger in this soup." Grandma Shen couldn't understand.

While washing the ginger, Shen Qiuqiu replied, "Grandpa and the others got caught in the rain, so I will cook some brown sugar ginger water for them later to drive away the cold."

Grandma Shen smiled and let her do the tossing.

The noodle and ear soup in the pot came out bowl by bowl, and it just filled seven bowls.

Grandma Shen held an umbrella to call Li Mao and Song Na, while Shen Qiuqiu cleaned the pot and started to boil brown sugar and ginger water.

Before the brown sugar ginger water boiled, Grandpa Shen entered the kitchen under an umbrella.

Shen Qiuqiu said angrily, "Grandpa, you can't do this again next time."

Looking at his granddaughter's angry little face, Grandpa Shen couldn't help laughing.

"How is grandpa? You made our Xiaohua's cheeks swell, like a toad on a rainy day."

Shen Qiuqiu stomped her feet, "Grandpa!"

The childish and tempered appearance made Grandpa Shen laugh heartily.

After laughing for a while, he coaxed the child and said: "Okay, okay, grandpa knows, next time I go to the field, I will definitely call you."

Shen Qiuqiu retorted, "You said the same thing last time, it's only been a few days, and you forgot again."

Grandpa Shen laughed and laughed, "Grandpa is old and doesn't remember things, so it is inevitable that he will be confused. Xiao Hua, don't blame grandpa."

Although he supports his granddaughter's decision to become a farmer, the old man is still reluctant to let his granddaughter who has been pampered and raised suffer from the wind and rain.

He would rather work harder so that his granddaughter would suffer less.

Shen Qiuqiu naturally knew what grandpa was thinking, and at the same time felt helpless, but also warm in his heart.

However, she still secretly made up her mind to study agricultural knowledge well, adapt to the status of a farmer as soon as possible, and do a good job in this career with her grandfather.

(End of this chapter)