Golden Years(71)

Yurong was transferred to the sub-district office, so she couldn’t just call her back.

It was about to snow, and the sky was extremely gloomy. Tongtong said to Wu Xiuzhen, "Tomorrow is the weekend, call my sister and the others, and come back to eat pot together! Take the opportunity to collect the cabbage and radishes in the yard! It's cold outside.

I won’t go.”

Wu Xiuzhen chuckled. This gave herself an excuse to ask the second child to come back.

She took the opportunity to pick up the phone and called Gao Cheng, "I know you guys are busy, but no matter how busy you are, there is always time to pick up the dishes..."

So, I came back over the weekend. It was too cold when I got up early, so I came back after a full sleep. It was already noon when I came.

Lei Zhiping threw away his coat as soon as he came in and went out to work, "I've seen the radishes this year. The yield is very large."

"No!" Tongtong said with a smile, "If it wasn't so big, I would have done it myself. Each one of these is so big."

Several children didn't seem to know the cold, so they rushed out to pull radishes! Once they pulled out, they broke, and then they broke again.

Wu Xiuzhen sent them away, "Go inside quickly and watch the video. If I ask you to pull it out again, it will be a disaster."

Yu Lian picked up the half-grown radish into the basket and handed it to Xiao Zhang, "I'll use these fried radish balls at noon. I'll put them away first."

Yurong was busy when she came, and felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Tongtong shouted, "Second sister, you are so smart, go to the vegetable market and buy some Japanese ginger."

Ghost ginger? What do you want that thing for?

"Pickle ginger and radish leaves together, it's very delicious."

real or fake?

Really, "Buy twenty pounds first! That stuff is hard to pack."

As long as it's delicious, I'll take care of it.

Sure enough, I was busy riding a bicycle.

After coming back, they were washing and washing the croquettes. Tongtong took Yurong to pickle vegetables at the table outside. "There is no Chaotian pepper from the south. If there is that thing, add some more. It tastes so good, don't mention it."

Already..."

Fourth Master couldn't help but look at Tongtong a few more times. The pickles made by Tongtong were always delicious. Even many southern pickles were very good. But apart from these side dishes, there were also some

The southern dishes in the example are pretty good, but her living habits are really bad! But why does she know so many southern side dishes?

Or maybe she likes to eat and she learned it specially?

But I don’t like eating that much!

Or when she doesn’t know herself well, she wants to learn more and grasp her own preferences?

Well! It's possible.

When the fourth master looked at her, Tongtong immediately noticed it. She looked over and saw that the fourth master was still looking at her. She said: "..." She picked up a spicy cabbage that had only been pickled for a chopstick, picked it up with her hands, and gave it to her along the way.

Fourth Master sent him to the living room and stuffed it into his mouth, "How is it?"

Yeah! It’s the taste of kimchi country. Yurong also said, “It tastes weird. No one here likes to eat this thing.”

Tongtong laughed, "We are not used to it, but people in country H love it. They can't live without this..."

What does "can't live without" mean? "Like when we are cooking without green onions and coriander?"

No! The inseparable thing is, "...if you eat hot pot, you don't have anything to wash it with, so that's probably the case."

That means there is no way.

"Yes!" Tongtong asked Yurong to taste it for herself, "When this thing is done, it will be exported."

Isn't it just radish and cabbage? It's pickled! What does it taste like?

Tongtong laughed, "...Chinese cabbage was called Siong in ancient times, and it is our native vegetable. In the Ming Dynasty, Chaoxian, as a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty, was rewarded with some cabbage seeds by the Ming Dynasty court, and they began to plant them.

.This thing has a high yield and is easy to grow. In a country with extremely poor products, how can we ensure that we have vegetables to eat all year round? We have the habit of pickling vegetables since ancient times. As a dependent country, they belong to the cultural radiation area.

…”

understood!

"Our agricultural products are cheap, and our labor is cheap. As long as they meet food safety standards, pickles and pickles will not only have a huge domestic market, but also a large foreign market. Nowadays, cities are getting bigger and bigger, and the number of pickles in the city is huge.

There is only so much room in the house, who will pickle vegetables? Our generation can still pickle vegetables, but am I willing to ask Jin Mingming to learn how to pickle vegetables?"

Got it! It’s fast food! It must have large vegetable lumps, and it must also be directly cut into shreds and slices.

“The dishes in some places tend to be sweet, but most people in the north don’t like them..."

Yu Rong took another bite of the mustard shreds at home, "I have to go to the south for a run later and taste the pickles there..."

Then I marinated more than ten jars of various flavors in ceramic urns at home.

When Yurong was about to leave, Tongtong brought down a thick stack of books.

What the hell?

Tongtong suddenly stuffed his arms into Gao Cheng's arms, "The pickling thing...the taste may be solved by the formula. Let's find more people to experiment and we can always find the right one. But who controls food safety and food hygiene? Do it?"

If you don't do these two things well, it's definitely not going to work." After saying that, he looked at Yu Rong, "A layman...who dares to invest in you?"

Yurong was stunned for a moment! This stinky girl is rich and can invest! She immediately gritted her teeth, looked at Tongtong sideways, and muttered, but in the end she snatched the book from Gao Cheng's arms, even though her expression looked vicious

"Just wait for me."

When the snow started to fall, everyone who was supposed to go home went back. They just brought a few big and small bags. Carrot balls, fried tofu balls, meat balls, and frozen fish balls for the children.

, and there are also various wholesale fruits, which can last for a week.

After leaving the door, the hustle and bustle of the day is over, the house is neatly tidied, and the children have gone to bed.

Tongtong washed his face and came out. The fourth master was sitting on the balcony, watching the snow getting heavier and heavier outside. As soon as Tongtong passed by, he patted his thigh. Tongtong sat over and looked at him: "What's wrong?" It's a day today.

It's all weird.

Fourth Master held her in his arms and said, "I just want to hug you."

I love hearing this!

She hung on him and rested her chin on his shoulder: Maybe something happened to this person, and his sensibility came out again.

There wasn't much wind outside, it was quiet under the snow, and the balcony lights were turned off. Under the dim light, it became clearer to see outside.

Fourth Master whispered, "Snow turns into water, water turns into air, the sky and the earth... are in constant reincarnation. It should be like this for everyone!"

"certainly!"

The Fourth Master was silent and kept shaking Tongtong in his arms. Within five minutes, he felt that Tongtong's head tilted and he must have fallen asleep.

Fourth Master: "..." I don't need to be sentimental with you. I wanted to watch the snow together, but what happened? It turned out that the cold outside the window was too cold, and I caught a cold if I kept tossing you. Take it and put it on the bed. When you get up, you are shaking.

This time, Tongtong was almost thrown out.

But even after being shaken like this, he didn't wake up, and he slept deeply. He was tucked into the bed and tightly covered in his arms. When he touched his hand, he felt something was wrong. He knew without asking that he had been making pickles all day.

Tossing.

When he got up early in the morning, Fourth Master said to Tongtong: "That's other people's business, don't get involved! If you want to spend money on investment, you can invest, and you can also be a technical consultant yourself? If you want to take a rest, take a complete rest. I'll tell you about other things."

Irrelevant."

I don't want to get involved deeply. People may not be happy if I interfere in everything.

Tongtong took her coat and said, "It's snowing. I'll take the kids to school."

Don't go out, I'm going!

Tongtong really didn't go out, and she didn't recommend Lin Shuangchao go out in weather like this. It was too cold and not very friendly to the elderly. It was good to stay at home and move around.

On a snowy day, except for those who go to school and go to work, what reason do other people have to go out?

The fourth master bought a video recorder and bought a lot of old movie tapes and opera tapes, which gave Wu Xiuzhen something to do. When Lin Shuangchao got up early and left, the video was turned on, holding a sweater and woolen trousers.

, and went to enjoy themselves.

The sound is not loud and hardly affects anything above.

The Twenty-Four Histories are always on Tongtong’s desk, and he is really reading the history books.

The light on the balcony was bright. Today, she was sitting on the balcony reading a book with her shawl wrapped around her shawl. She opened the book and read one page after another when she heard the sound of ringing the doorbell. Looking up, from upstairs, she could see someone ringing the doorbell outside the door.

.Looks like a woman, wrapped tightly and cannot be seen clearly.

Then Xiao Zhang hunched his neck and ran to open the door, leading the guests in.

She was in no hurry to go down, as the important guest Wu Xiuzhen would call her.

Just when she looked back, she heard Wu Xiuzhen shouting: "Xiaotong, come down here and look for you."

Who is it? It looks strange.

When I went downstairs, I saw a woman in her thirties sitting in the living room, whom I had never seen before.

Wu Xiuzhen laughed and said, "This is your Uncle Xie's Rongrong. I'm afraid she's older than you."

Xie Rong smiled and said, "I have read all Xiaotong's works, and I have also read the author's introduction. I am one year older than Xiaotong." He stretched out his hand and said, "Xiaotong, nice to meet you."
To be continued...