Spring is coming

Chapter 9 Pickles and Potato Rice

Mo Jingchun decided to go to Liu's house tomorrow and ask them if they had gone to town to sell eggs recently, and if they did, ask them to take him with them.

She first washed a handful of rice, washed it and cooked it in a pot.

Then I went around the field and picked up a few potatoes and a handful of green onions. When I came back, I washed off the soil on the surface of the potatoes, scraped them, cut them into pieces, and fried them in a pan until they turned slightly yellow.

Then scoop up the half-cooked rice, put the freshly fried potatoes on top, add water and continue to put it back into the pot to simmer.

Afterwards, Mo Jingchun sat in the kitchen and kept watch over the stove fire, first on high and then on low, fearing that the potatoes would burn and the rice would be too soft.

She remembered that there should be pickles made by Mrs. Gao last month in the corner of the kitchen. Mrs. Zhou probably didn't like them, so she went to look for them and found that they had not been sealed by her.

Use clean chopsticks to pick out some pickled radishes and pickled beans, then cover them again and put them back in place.

For rural people, a meal of potato rice with pickles is a simple appetizer and can soothe the fatigue of a long day's work without the need for other ingredients.

Sprinkle chopped green onion before serving, mix the whole pot and serve in a porcelain bowl.

A circle of golden crispy rice appeared on the edge of the pot, and the mellow aroma of potato and crispy rice was overflowing, as well as the most simple satisfaction of rice.

It was served in a green and white bowl, and Mo Jingchun couldn't help but steal a small bowl first.

She hasn't eaten since last night, and she's hungry after smelling the fragrance.

With the pickles, she stood in the kitchen and ate all the remaining potato rice in the pot. Then she set off again with her little basket.

I don't know if Bo Qingshan would find this bowl too simple. The main reason is that in the countryside, everyone eats the same food, and he can't make any delicacies he wants.

Knocking on the door of Bo's house with anxiety, Bo Qingshan only brought a boy and a coachman with him when he came. The two of them worked quickly and had already hung up the plaque of Bo's house.

The door was opened by Bo Qingshan's boy. Mo Jingchun knew him. He was a handsome young man named Hang Sheng, with a round face and a good temper.

Mo Jingchun opened the dust-proof linen cloth on the basket and took out one of the bowls: "Well, Brother Bo asked me to deliver food to him yesterday."

The golden silky chicken that Hang Sheng worked so hard to make last night was not eaten by me. He was so sad. Unexpectedly, the coachman also refused to eat it. Later, he finished the pot of chicken by himself with tears in his eyes.

Bo Qingshan made an excuse to go out for a walk. Hang Sheng had known that he was going to find food. He wanted to see who could make food that would satisfy his picky man!
Unexpectedly, he actually found him, and she was still an underage girl. This...
Hang Sheng took the bowl doubtfully and said casually: "Okay, I understand, you can go back."

Seeing that he had no intention of paying, and Bo Qingshan disappeared after a while, Mo Jingchun had no choice but to leave reluctantly.

After she left, Hang Sheng muttered, very suspicious: "What is this? Potatoes and white rice? And pickled radish?? When did you change the taste?"

He really wanted to taste what it tasted like, but unfortunately he only had this one bowl. Thinking of Bo Qingshan's temper, hey!
Sent to the study, Bo Qingshan was writing a letter to the Bo family.

Hang Sheng asked: "Sir, are you writing a letter to me?"

I have just arrived in Mojia Village for the first time. I just settled in yesterday. Naturally, I have to write a letter and send home a letter today to say that I am safe.

Bo Qingshan hummed: "From now on, except for those people you trust, no one else is allowed to know where I am."

When he had a cold face, he exuded an aura of keeping strangers away from him. He never told the reasons for things, so Hang Sheng just followed them.

Bo Qingshan wrote a few more names on the paper.They were all relatives from the Bo family. He and his eldest brother's cousins ​​asked Hang Sheng to secretly arrange a few people to be around them.

"Do things cleanly and don't let them get to you."

This means that we cannot use the group of people who have shown up now and have to re-select for training.

Hang Sheng looked troubled: "Sir, who will take care of you if I leave?" He came out with only him. Do you expect Uncle Wu to arrange your daily life?
Bo Qingshan showed a disgusted expression: "I am not a three-year-old child. When will I need someone to take care of me?"

Yes, yes, you don’t even know how to wash a pair of socks, if you wear a pair and throw a pair away, by the time Hang Sheng comes back from Jingzhou, the pond in the backyard will probably be filled with stinky socks!
Hang Sheng's impression of his second master is still the pampered Bo Erlang, but now under the body of Bo Qingshan is the elder brother Bo who has lived in Mojiacun for eight years and can do everything by himself.

Although he cursed in his heart, he still had to leave room for Bo Qingshan.

Hang Sheng scratched his head and laughed: "Yes, yes!"

He had just come to Mojiacun after a long journey and was about to leave for Jingzhou. Because he was traveling secretly, he could only go at night, so Hang Sheng received a ring as a reward from Bo Qingshan.

"By the way, did you give me any money for this meal?"

Only then did Bo Qingshan focus on the bowl of potato rice. He was busy and forgot about it at noon today. If Hang Sheng didn't know about it, he wouldn't think that he was someone with ulterior motives and give him a beating, right?
Hang Sheng was really stunned: "What money?"

Bo Qingshan was silent.

That Baozi wouldn't speak out when he was angry. I'm afraid he has been regarded as a person who doesn't mean what he says.

He glanced at Hang Sheng silently, and Hang Sheng could read the complexity in his eyes.

He grinned, trying to say something less embarrassing, and said, "Are you going to give me money? I thought it was the little girl's family who were discerning, so why should they be filial to you?"

Bo Qingshan uttered two words: "Get out."

Hang Sheng got out quickly.

Bo Qingshan thought to see if she would come for dinner. If she came, he would give it to her. If not, he would go back to find her next time and give her more.

In my previous life, I owed my life to others, and in this life I owe my food to others. Bo Qingshan, Bo Qingshan, why are you still the Erlang of the Bo family who is famous all over Jingzhou City, and you are causing trouble for the little girl?
He felt that Mo Jingchun's death in his previous life was all because of his rash action. If he had been more secretive, the outcome might have been different.

He picked up the bowl in a funny manner and ate the pickles without any discomfort.

In his previous life, he had lived in hiding in Mojiacun for so long. In order not to be noticed by others, what had he not eaten?In some mountains, simple food has a unique flavor.

He went out for a walk in the evening, and sure enough he met Mo Jingchun on the way she was delivering food.

Mo Jingchun was holding the food basket and was stunned: "Brother Bo?"

Are you here to wait for her?
Mo Jingchun blinked and took out an oil paper bag and gave it to him.

"I don't have much stuff at home, so I'll go to town to buy it tomorrow."

Seeing his eyes asking why he was eating pancakes again, Mo Jingchun explained softly.

"It's okay, it's pretty good. It's much more delicious than the food made by Hang Sheng."

Bo Qingshan smiled and comforted her: "However, you have to eat some good food yourself. You won't grow up if you eat these every day."

Mo Jingchun was helpless, did she not want to?
She saw the other party blinking at her again: "Next time, ask Hang Sheng to send you some chickens, ducks and geese. He bought ten of each today. How can we eat?"

"Let's just let him apologize to Noon."

He made an excuse and wanted Mo Jingchun to accept it with peace of mind.

(End of this chapter)