Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 151 Have You Ever Eaten This Delicacy?
The next day, Yang Jiayin first went to the corn field on the back mountain and wandered around. Seeing that the corn in the field was not yet fully ripe and could not be harvested, she only broke a few tender corn and came back, intending to get something delicious.

It has been a long time since I have eaten tender corn roasted by fire.

There is also the kind of corn lump soup that I ate when I was young, which is to peel off the corn kernels, and then use a stone mill to grind the corn kernels into noodles. When the water is boiled, use a spoon to scoop a spoonful of tender noodles into the pot. The chopsticks kept stirring in the spoon.

If you like to eat pimples, stir a few times less, and if you like to drink batter, stir a few more times.

Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Yang Jiayin peeled a few corns, but began to worry about not having a stone mill.

After roasting a fragrant tender corn in the stove hole, Yang Jiayin moved a round stone in from outside the yard.

After washing the corn kernels, she put them in a wooden basin and began to beat them lightly with stones.

This is much more troublesome than grinding with a stone mill. Waiting to grind a bowl of corn kernels into noodles, the sun has risen in the air, except for the tired dizziness and sore arms that cannot be lifted up, the stomach He was also so hungry that he groaned.

Yang Jiayin boiled the water, stirred the tender noodles, put the remaining tender noodles aside, and waited for a while to make two tender noodles to eat.

Smelling the sweet smell of corn coming out of the pot, Yang Jiayin swallowed, then shook her head, and said to herself, "Unfortunately, there is no sour water bean curd, otherwise the taste would be even more pleasant."

One didn't pay attention, and slipped out a string of Sichuan dialects.

Fortunately, Li Jinyang is not at home at this moment, otherwise he will chase after her to ask questions again.

The tender noodles in the pot were boiling hot, and Yang Jiayin suddenly realized.

There is no food!

No matter how delicious the meal is, what can I do without food?
Thinking of the peppers I picked yesterday, I hurriedly turned around and picked up a few green peppers, chopped them finely with a kitchen knife, sprinkled a handful of salt, and chopped garlic sprouts into it, marinated them aside, and waited for the meal up.

The smell of green pepper mixed with the smell of tender corn, Yang Jiayin only felt that the gluttons in his stomach were hooked.

After breakfast, it was already high in the sun.

Yang Jiayin stretched contentedly, went to the vegetable garden and picked two blue vegetable leaves, wrapped the raw tender noodles left over in the morning into the vegetable leaves, squeezed them tightly, and threw them in with firewood slag. , In the stove hole that has not been completely extinguished.

If there are things like walnuts, the taste of the tender noodles will be even more delicious.

But for the time being, she is not pursuing delicious food. She is already satisfied to eat such a familiar food.

So, Yang Jiayin rolled up her sleeves and started cooking.

After everything was tidied up, I took out the two tender horns, patted the dust, put it on the tip of my nose and smelled it, and happily put it aside, waiting for it to cool down again, then put it in my pocket.

Anyway, idle is idle, Yang Jiayin, who has nothing to do, plans to go down to the river and catch some fish.

Replenishing the body is a matter of urgency, and being able to sell the fish for some money is even more urgent.

As for Li Jinyang, well, he will come back by himself sooner or later.

Yang Jiayin carried two bamboo jars, stuffed the noodle corners into his pocket, locked the door, and walked to the river.

After she left for a short while, Li Jinyang came back out of breath.

In addition to sweating profusely, his face was also a little pale, and he didn't know what happened.

(End of this chapter)