Group pet small koi: take Wang's family to farm and become the richest man

Chapter 12 Simple and Delicious
Cao Jingxiu waved his hands, did not take his eyes off the flower spikes, and said in a cold tone, "Who does what? Going to the mountains to collect herbs is what a herb collector should do. The Cao family's business is controlled by my father. We don't need to interfere. You do it." Do your part."

"Yes!" After replying sternly, the guard jumped again and left from the window lattice.

Turning out from here is the low courtyard wall on the east side of the small farmyard. Because of the narrow gap, no one usually comes here.

Chang Xi sat beside the firewood pile with a single wooden stool.

The stove is a head higher than her, so if you don't sit down and look carefully, you won't find anyone sitting here.

Chang Xi took the initiative to explain the method she knew: "Mother washes off the mud first, steams it with the skin, or puts it in charcoal ash to bake. If you want to peel the skin directly, Mother wraps it in leaves."

Wen Furong was stunned: "Is it that simple?"

"Yes, anyway, there are a lot of dug back, mother, try it!"

People in the village are used to calling it ugly, so she can't just call it yam, otherwise it will arouse suspicion from others. Chang Xi is very cautious, and won't treat the ancients as fools, and has always used it as a pronoun.

Wen Furong didn't believe it. When other people tried it, they peeled the skin and ate it raw, or gnawed it with the skin on. I've never heard of anyone doing this.

But looking at her daughter with expectant eyes, she compromised.

Give it a try before your daughter is disappointed.

Wen Furong kneaded the buckwheat dough first, and waited for the proofing time to process the yam under Chang Xi's guidance.

Before peeling, Chang Xi asked her mother to soak the yam in warm water first, instead of taking it out, just submerge it in the water and cut it.

After obtaining the white and usable part, Chang Xi said: "Mother, now you pick it up without itching, you are afraid to wrap it in leaves and slice it, it will be delicious after frying."

Wen Furong was busy walking around, and Chang Xi, who was already warm all over, didn't fold her hands and waited for the meal, she lifted the bamboo basket inside.

First remove the green leaves of the upper layer of yam to reveal the castor beans hidden below, and remove the shell by yourself.

After two months of absence, Wen Furong felt that her daughter was more sensible and capable than before.

She didn't delve into how her daughter learned it, and where she learned it from. She only attributed all the growth of the child to her own departure.

Even the two sons have learned to hunt prey. Chang Xi is sensible, but is forced to grow up by reality.

She feels sorry for her mother, and would rather the child be ignorant all his life, live happily under her wings, and play carefree.

She didn't do well enough in the past, and now she has to make up for it.

Wen Furong is open-minded and will not feel ashamed just because the child understands something she doesn't understand. Now she is not ashamed to ask.

"Xibao, what are you doing? Can you eat this too?"

Chang Xi nodded and shook her head with a smile. She peeled more and more proficiently, and said without slowing down, "Mother, it is the seed of castor."

"This is my little secret, I can't say it now."

Because the original owner is quite ordinary, now Chang Xi chooses to keep a low profile to hide her edge, and let her family accept the fact that she knows how to find herbs.

Wen Furong burst out laughing: "Xibao has grown up! I have my own little secret, do you really not want to share it with mother? Mother will be sad!"

Chang Xi knew that Mother was teasing her, so she said along the way: "I didn't tell you, it was to prepare for a bigger surprise."

"Since it's a surprise, of course we can't say it, it won't work!" Chang Xi looked up at his mother seriously.

The smile on Wen Furong's face didn't diminish, but she was saying in her heart that her daughter is innocent, she didn't say that she could ask Chang Ping, the brothers and sisters are going out together, the brothers must know!

From time to time, laughter came from the kitchen, which attracted the eyes of the three brothers, but Cao Jingxiu lay motionless reading a book, as if he didn't hear the silver bell-like laughter.

Cao's lunch was delivered, Wen Furong was rolling out noodles, and Chang Xi had just peeled half of the castor bean seeds. The revolution had not yet succeeded, so she continued to work hard.

Shelling castor beans is an extremely simple and boring task. From time to time, my little hands are in the plant ash to turn over the yam.

Gradually, there will be a stream belonging to the rhizome, and the natural aroma will permeate the air.

Cao Jingxiu vaguely smelled the aroma, paused for a while, and continued to eat the food that was about to cool down.

Cao's food must be hot when it comes out of the pan, but if it is delivered all the way, it is inevitable that you will miss the best tasting time.

Knowing that the conditions were limited, Cao Jingxiu had no objection to the meat and vegetables in front of him, so he ate in silence, wondering what the Chang family was cooking.

Wen Furong was attracted by the aroma, and when she looked back, she found that her daughter was peeling the skin of the slightly burnt ugly thing, and stuffed it into her mouth without hesitation.

She was afraid that her throat would be itchy after eating Xibao, but she realized it was too late, and Kenben couldn't stop it. As soon as the cry overflowed, she swallowed it back into her stomach.

"Oh! It's delicious!" The taste of the roasted yam is similar to that of sweet potatoes. It tastes soft and melts when you sip it.

She wrapped it with yam leaves to cut off the burning heat, but soon the burning sensation passed through the leaves and spread to her fingertips.

"Huha! Huha!" She shook her left and right hands, and kept blowing away the hot air from her mouth.

Wen Furong laughed: "Is your throat itchy?"

"It doesn't itch! Mom, you'll know it once you taste it."

She roasted five yams, and elongated her voice: "Big brother, second brother, little brother! Come and eat!"

In addition to handing out money, only calling for food, the children will be so active.

The three boys scrambled to squeeze in, divided up all the roasted yams, and eagerly tore the yams into their mouths.

"Huhu. Fragrant! Really fragrant!" Chang Le was already hungry, and he was not afraid of being burned, so he ate it in his mouth and swallowed it straight into his throat and eyes.

"Don't worry, it's delicious, let's continue roasting." Chang Xi was afraid that they would choke, so he hurriedly tried to dissuade them.

Wen Furong is an adult, so she is more resistant to heat than children, but her food is not refined, so she eats it up in threes and fives.

Pick up the rolling pin again, and the speed of making noodles is accelerated.

There are yams to pad the belly, soba noodles followed by hot green leaves. When the bowls and chopsticks were put down, the Chang family's stomachs swelled slightly.

"Well, it's really comfortable!" The three little ones were satisfied.

Wen Furong and Chang Ping looked at the bamboo basket, staring straight at the remaining ugly things.

Wen Furong was full of food and drink, so she was naturally in a better mood. She pulled the bamboo basket to look inside, and found that there were many lumpy roots, which looked similar to sweet potatoes, so she regarded them as sweet potatoes.

After the stove was cleaned up, Chang Xi cleaned the earth yellow and pounded the juice from the burnet by himself, and then stir-fried the shelled castor beans until cooked.

Wen Furong went to question Chang Ping, taught him a few words, and then came to the kitchen again. When he arrived at the door, he found something unusual.

"Xibao, Mother already knows about going into the mountain today. Since you said that seeds can be sold for money, why do you want to fry them?"

"If the seeds are fried, they won't germinate!"

Chang Xi scooped up the fried one and fed one to her mother: "Is it sweet?" Wen Furong bit it off guard: "Sweet!"

"Mother, don't worry, I won't mess around, just trust me!"

The girl showed two tricks in a small way, both of which Wen Furong had never seen or heard before, and now she is completely convinced by the girl.

"Mother believes in you, but Mother has only one request."

(End of this chapter)