Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

She weighed the gourd scoop and found that it could hold about two kilograms of noodles. She mixed half a scoop of wheat flour and half a scoop of corn flour, planning to make a full meal for the children.

It is the time for several children to grow, especially the older ones. Boys have a large appetite, and the younger ones have not had enough to eat before, which affects their growth.

We need to let them eat enough from today on.

Even if there were not abundant ingredients, it would not be difficult for Xia Mingshuang.

She can cook fancy dishes as well as home-cooked meals.

She went to look at the small vegetable garden to the east and picked two handfuls of white kidney beans with large white skin. They are a type of kidney beans with thick flesh and large grains, which are very suitable for stew.

She picked two more purple-skinned eggplants and ate a few split tomatoes as fruits.

The pumpkins growing on vines at the base of the wall looked like zucchini, and they grew in size. She also picked one.

In the height of summer, pigs are not killed in the village, so there is naturally no meat in the house. The original owner also ate up the twelfth lunar month oil left over from the winter, and now there is only half a can of peanut oil.

These days, few people in the village know how to cook vegetables. They basically boil vegetables in salt water and add a few drops of oil. The vegetable oil must be reserved for the New Year and holidays or for guests.

Even if the original owner is extravagant, he still has control over it. After all, the eating habits developed since childhood will not change all at once when he grows up.

There are two stoves in the house, each connected to the heated kang in the room. They are warm in winter but inevitably hot in summer.

The original owner burned his own kang in the winter and his sons' kang in the summer.

Iron pots are valuable items these days, and it costs a lot of money to use industrial coupons.

Gu Yunshan originally bought two pots for his family, but the original owner gave away one as a favor. Now there is a large iron pot on the stove in the west room, about one meter in diameter, and a small double-eared pot in the east room.

Xia Mingshuang first grated the pumpkin and killed the water with salt. This salt is also made by grinding coarse salt into small pieces, which is not easy to melt. You can eat salt particles in almost every meal.

Xia Mingshuang secretly decided to go to the commune to buy some fine salt to eat later.

She crushed the salt grains with a rolling pin, then stirred a large bowl of batter, put the shredded pumpkin in it, added two eggs and beat them well.

Xiao Zaizai held a purple-black plum in his hand. He didn't eat it. He raised his head and stared at Xia Mingshuang unblinkingly with his big black eyes.

He is so curious!

Mom actually cracked two eggs!

In the past, my mother always boiled eggs or stewed eggs. When she ate, she would give him a little bit, which none of the brothers and sisters could eat.

Xia Mingshuang squatted in front of the stove to light the fire. The quality of matches these days was particularly poor. The scale paper of the matchbox was rubbed too many times and almost failed. In addition, there was a lot of rain in summer and moisture returned, making it difficult to rub.

Xia Mingshuang struck three matches in a row without striking a match.

The little Zaizai was so anxious that his forehead was sweating. He was anxious and distressed. That was a match.

My sister said that matches are very valuable and I want two for a box.

Two points, that's a big white rabbit.

My sister said that my father brought White Rabbit toffee to them when he came home. Each piece cost two cents. People in the countryside couldn't eat it. They could only buy it in big cities.

The little Zaizai was anxious. He ran over and squatted down. He grabbed the match with his little hand and said, "Mom, I, I."

He held the matchbox and match in his thin little hands and "struck" the match until it burned. He carefully put it on the hay in the stove.

Hay, it's on fire!

Xia Mingshuang: "..."

Do I have such a dish?

She wiped the sweat from her head and praised Xiao Zhuang, "Xiao Zhuang is so capable!"

Xiao Zaizai showed a big smile, feeling so beautiful!