CHAPTER 15

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Today Jiang’s roasted rice with rice.

The Moon Bay Commune is located in a land that is neither south nor north. It grows both rice and wheat, but this year's wheat will not be harvested until next month. Last year, there were not many rice in exchange for work points, so I had to save some food.

The corn is corn, but the rice is not made from whole corn, it is made with corn flour. First steam the corn flour, and stir with the rice spoon while steaming. When it is almost done, steam it again. Pour in a small amount of rice, stir it again, and steam it for a while after it is evenly stirred.

It looks simple, but the process is a bit more complicated.

Although Jiang Suisui is a food anchor, involving a variety of cuisines, but I really don't remember how to make rice with rice, so I can only watch Fang Guizhi make it next.

After everything is set, you can eat. Today, in addition to the fish head tofu soup made by Jiang Sui Sui, there are also pickled radish cubes with Fang Guizhi.

To say that Fang Guizhi's cooking skills are average, but the craftsmanship of making pickles is quite good.

The radish cubes have been marinated for more than two days. At this time, they are the most suitable to eat. They are sour and crunchy. They are very refreshing and an excellent meal.

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After Song Shiqing returned home, he first went to the river to pick up a load of water.

The water at home is almost running out. Grandpa is getting old and has trouble with his legs and feet. Three years ago, he had already started to carry water for the house.

In the past few years, his stature has jumped so much that he is already half a head taller than his grandfather.

Pour the water in the bucket into the water tank, and grandma's food is already cooked.

"It's so fragrant, the food that grandma cooks is incense." Song Shiqing sat at the dinner table, in front of his grandparents, he was not as cold and hard as usual, this was a normal person with flesh and blood.

The house they lived in was old and shabby, and looked shaky from a distance, as if it would fall down when the wind blows. But they have lived in such a house for five years.

In the past five years, they have gone from being unfamiliar at the beginning to being familiar now. From the beginning with the hope of returning to the city, to the dare not to have any extravagant hopes.

Although Grandma Song was wearing old clothes, she cleaned up neatly, her gray hair was combed meticulously, and she arranged the dishes and chopsticks with a smile.

Grandpa Song put down the old newspaper and walked over. He has read this newspaper countless times. It was bought by Song Shiqing when he entered the city last month. He has not been in the city this month, so he can't buy the latest newspaper.

Two dishes and one soup, very simple meals.

The rice is baogu rice, the vegetable is Malantou, which is the wild vegetables on the mountain, and the fried shredded radish. The soup is tomato soup without meat.

Song Shiqing asked: "Grandma, didn't I say to fry the rabbit that I caught when I went back to the mountain? Is it true that my grandfather will not kill rabbits, or I will kill the rabbits before going to work tomorrow."

Grandma sighed: "I didn't let your grandfather kill. Take this rabbit to the city and sell it for some money. You are in your twenties. You should find a wife in two years. It's me and you. Grandpa drags you down. Your grandpa always says that the country will pay him back innocence. But five years have passed. It’s not easy to say what the matter is. You can’t help but marry a wife. Your father is dead. You have to keep him money. Incense, all the prey you catch in the future will be sold in the city, and then you will save the money. Grandma will have a pair of gold bracelets here, and then..."

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