A happy wife and a bun

Chapter 155 155. Acknowledge Your Fate, Not (Please recommend)

You have to accept your fate!
Rong Qiqi is not.

Why do you have to accept your fate?

God gave her a chance to be reborn, not for her to accept her fate. If she accepted her fate, she should live a life without humans and ghosts on the farm, instead of fighting with people here as she is now.

Picking up Dabao, looking at the machine inside for a while, he said to the proprietress:
"Sister-in-law, we can't accept our fate. Although your mill belongs to the state, you are still the proprietress. It's just an extra accountant. What's the matter? It's a collective now. Who knows how many years later, will it be true? Is it yours again?"

"Just say that it has always been a collective. You work for the collective. Isn't that a dead wage? What are you afraid of? You don't have people coming to your mill every day. Thinking about it in another direction, it's not a terrible thing, people Ah, you can’t accept your fate, if you accept your fate, you will lose your spirit.”

The proprietress looked at Rong Qiqi who was young, but what she said made sense.

She has been in the past two years, because the mill has been made into a shareholding system, she always feels uncomfortable, although she still has the final say on things here, but it is not interesting.

After being told by Rong Qiqi today, my heart became clear.

"Big sister, you're a sensible person, it's my sister-in-law who has gotten into a dead end!"

That's the way people are.

You can't get out of the dead end, but someone else's casual sentence may wake you up.

After waking up to the most critical point, you can figure out the rest without talking about it.

Rong Qiqi smiled, just figured it out.

It's not easy for everyone, this world is difficult, it's difficult for everyone.

Accustomed to seeing the prosperity of the later generations, it is even more uncomfortable for the current situation of this matter.

"Sister-in-law, put my wheat here. You can take a look for me. I'll go to the next door to see if there are bean cakes. There are many people eating at home, and there is not enough food!"

Rong Qiqi had no other choice.

The proprietress grabbed Rong Qiqi and asked in a low voice:

"Big sister, I have a way to get food here, do you want it?"

Yes!

Rong Qiqi was pleasantly surprised.

The two babies are going to have supplementary food, and those things at home must not be given to the children.

From the very beginning, Rong Qiqi didn't intend to let the two children be short of food.

"Sister-in-law, if you can have extra white flour, save it for me, and I will come to grind it often in the future!"

After the proprietress regained her usual shrewdness, her eyesight improved a lot, so she felt that Rong Qiqi was not the one who was short of money.

Only then did I ask, how could I have imagined that he was really a master who was not short of money.

The two happily worked together, and the proprietress even helped Rong Qiqi buy some soybean oil and bean cakes.

Fortunately, the inspection of oil at this time is not so strict. The boss who processes oil must have oil, and the owner who processes flour naturally also has flour.

Rong Qiqi was in a particularly good mood after solving a major matter.

When I saw a butcher selling meat, I also cut a large piece of pork belly and went home to chop the meat and make dumplings.

What is the most delicious dumpling?
Everyone has their own favorite, but when asked at this time, it must be meat and egg dumplings.

Of course, the so-called meat and egg dumplings are not pure meat dumplings, how extravagant is that?
After all, a child as big as a hill can eat more than a catty of dumplings, which is not enough at all.

After Rong Qiqi went back, he asked Xiaomi and Maisui to pull out a few cabbage, the cabbage in summer didn't grow big, and what he ate was a tender cabbage.

This small cabbage will not be a Chinese cabbage until September.

Add the chopped cabbage to the salted water, then add it to the sliced ​​meat and start chopping.

Boil the newly bought soybean oil in the pot, add the miso that has been sun-dried before, and cook it slowly over a low heat until the raw miso is cooked until the aroma can make people greedy, then put it in the pot Finally, pour the minced minced ginger and green onion into the minced meat, stir fry continuously with a spatula, and mix the miso evenly in the meat.

The conditions are good and the noodles are fried and crushed with peppercorns, but Rong Qiqi prefers to chop up the leaves of peppercorns grown in front of the house and put them in.

With salt and sugar, everyone's dumpling filling is unique and cannot be copied.

Rong Qiqi's dumpling stuffing has her unique taste, in short, it is extremely fragrant.

If it wasn't for Rong Qiqi's fear that the pork would be raw, the children would ignore it when they secretly stretched out their chopsticks.

The noodles were enough, but there wasn't much pork, so Rong Qiqi chopped up some lotus root.

There are some wild lotus roots by the river in Shan'ao Village, and every summer, a large piece will grow, surrounding both sides of the river.

It is really beautiful to contrast with the pampas grass.

Every family will touch two lotus root joints when they think of it, and they will not dig them all.

After the thin lotus root is killed in water, add some meat stuffing, and it will be done as well.

Leek and eggs are even simpler.

In short, Rong Qiqi made three kinds of fillings in one go.

To be extravagant is to be extravagant.

The children are all crazy, this is even more lively than the Chinese New Year, and there was no such good treatment during the Chinese New Year last year.

Making dumplings is a must-have function for every peasant girl. Let Qiqi Rong Erya Liu's millet and wheat ears work together, only Xiaoshan is watching the two nephews.

I kept wrapping five lids before using up the finished noodles.

"My dear mother, making dumplings is also hard work!"

Rong Erya rubbed her shoulders.

It is really tiring to stay in one position all the time.

Rong Qiqi rolled out the dough by herself, and it was enough for other people to use, which shows how fast she is.

The dumpling skin looks like a soul, it turns into a dough in a circle, and it is very round.

This craft is not specially practiced, absolutely impossible.

Rong Qiqi was able to roll out one piece at first, and then two pieces.

The children watched the sister-in-law busy as if watching a magic trick.

That's amazing, isn't it?
Several children gathered around the stove, watching Rong Qiqi make dumplings.

"Did you pull out the wild garlic? Pound it and add some soy sauce and vinegar!"

Rong Qiqi took out a pot and asked Xiao Shan.

Xiao Shan replied, wild garlic is a kind of garlic-like, spicy and edible wild vegetable that grows on the edge of the ditch. Everyone in Shan'ao Village likes to eat wild garlic.

Because it is not as pungent as garlic, and has a similar spicy taste.

Sitting at the kang table, the whole family looked at the full dumplings and began to wipe their tears.

Rong Qiqi came in with the last straw dumpling, and was taken aback by the scene.

what's the situation?
Why do you still wipe your tears while eating dumplings?

"Is it some special ceremony?"

It's not to the point where you have to pray before eating, right?
"What nonsense! I'm just excited. It's the first time I've eaten white flour dumplings in so many years!"

Uh! ! ! !

Rong Erya's words left Rong Qiqi at a loss as to what to say.

If it hadn't been for rebirth, Rong Qiqi would have eaten white flour dumplings for the first time in his life.

The days that the two sisters lived when they were young, it doesn't matter if you don't want to.

"Then eat it openly, but let's say it first, you are not allowed to overeat, if you dare to spoil my white noodles, I will not make it in the future!"

Find out more about eating until you vomit.

Especially something I've been craving for a long time.

"how is this possible!!!"

　When Miao Miao was young, she ate buns stuffed with pumpkin for the first time. At that time, she couldn’t stand it for a while, and she went crazy. My mother said that I ate [-] buns in one go, thirteen, the size of a fist The steamed stuffed bun, and then really stuffed himself up, vomited in a mess, and cried all night, saying that it was hard to eat, but it was gone.

　　Miaomiao was only seven years old back then, it’s embarrassing to think about it now, our family is not really poor enough to let go, how could it be so hopeless?

　　
　　
　
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