Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

Smelling the increasingly strong fishy smell, Su Zizhong doubted more than once, this...

Really edible?

Su Ziling didn't seem to notice his hesitation, pointing to the thick and tender folded ear roots on the side, "Brother, big brother, here, this, that, yes, yes, yes, yes, I want them all!"

The more Su Ziling looked at it, the more excited she became. It was a good time to eat the roots of the folded ears. You didn't need to dig too deep, just one finger's depth was enough. It was just right, with fragrant roots, plump leaves, and the best taste.

Whether it's served cold or chopped and added with flour, it's a must-have.

Moreover, the root of the fungus, also known as Houttuynia Cordata, has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, so the more the merrier!

Su Ziling tried her best to pull it out, but Su Zizhong looked at the overflowing basket with a look of helplessness on his face, "Xiaoqing, isn't it enough?"

Su Ziling stuck her butt out and was still pulling out. After pulling out, she didn't forget to wash it with water in the field. "More, more, the ones here are so fat!"

This is enough? Where is the talent? I wonder, who would be able to bear not digging out such a large piece of broken ear!

"The basket can't hold it!" Su Zizhong reminded again.

"Huh?" Su Ziling straightened up and looked at the full basket with regret on her face, "It's okay..."

Before she finished speaking, Su Zizhong seemed to have guessed what she was going to say, "I can't suppress it anymore, I've already suppressed it."

Su Ziling looked at the basket, and then at the unexcavated roots on the field ridge, with a pained expression on her face, "Then let's get a bigger basket to dig next time!"

As she spoke, she bent down unwillingly and picked up two more trees before giving up.

Su Zizhong, carrying the basket and hoe, stepped aside and said, "You go ahead."

"Oh." Su Ziling was not very happy, missing this large area of ​​folded ears.

Su Zizhong shook his head, his eyes filled with helplessness, "Next time you call me, I'll carry a bigger backpack..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the girl walking in front squatting down. She didn't forget to say: "Brother, wait, there is mint here!"

Su Zizhong: "..."

The girl babbled, "It's very fragrant if you add some mint to the sweet potato flour, and it's also delicious cold."

Su Zizhong raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you're a fan?"

"Ah?" Su Ziling didn't understand why he asked so, she raised her head and looked at him, her eyes full of questions.

"In your noodle, you need to add sweet potato tips, green vegetables, shepherd's purse, folded ear root, mint, and this water celery... Is this noodle or vegetable?" What's rare is that the young man's unchanging attitude There was finally a hint of amusement on his face.

"It's not important!" Su Ziling waved her hand and said she didn't care. Sweet potato flour without Zheergenmint has no soul.

Mint grew near the water. It was tender, fat, and very clean. She pinched a little, washed it in the water, tied two seedlings, and carried them in her hand.

"Brother, no one wants to eat this mint?"

"Yes, I don't eat much, and no one usually comes to take it. That means when I plant the rice seedlings, I pinch it a little when I put out the water."

The two chatted as they walked.

When we got home, everyone in the family got up and gathered around the fire to warm themselves up. Mother Su sat at the door and kept looking out. She was relieved when she heard the sound and the door was pushed open.

Putting down the pants he was mending, he stood up to greet me, "Are you wet? Go back to your room and change clothes."

Su Ziling took off her raincoat and hat, stamped her feet hard, and stamped the mud off. Looking at the water from the eaves next to her, she took a few scoops and rinsed it.

"Mom, I'm not wet, no need to change."

Mother Su looked at Su Zizhong again, "Is Zizhong wet? If it's wet, go and change it. You don't want to wear something wet because you might catch a cold."

"Second Aunt, I'm not wet either." Su Zizhong handed the basket to her and rinsed it as well.

Mother Su looked at the messy things in the basket, "Is this... can I eat it?"

Su Ziling took the basket and entered the kitchen, "Yes, Mom, if you still don't believe me, what I got back must be correct."

She looked at the precipitated powder. The water had cleared, and she could vaguely see the powder underneath. "Dad, please help me pour this water with my eldest brother. Just like in the morning, be gentle and don't shake the powder." "

Su’s father: “Hey, I understand.”

Watching them pour water, Su Ziling began to pour water into the pot, "Mom, make a fire!"

"I'm coming!"

She took some of each dish from the vegetable basket and handed it to Bai Wei, "Third Aunt, I'll leave this to you."

Bai Wei smiled and nodded and took it.

The kitchen is in full swing, and everyone has something to work on. That's the good thing about the old Su family. They don't say that everything is idle and let anyone do it alone. Instead, they see the work in their eyes, and when they see something that is too busy, they Give me a hand.

Seeing that they had finished pouring the water, Su Ziling took some gauze and hung some powder out. After a while, she boiled it directly with water powder. The rest could be hung up and hung up to dry when the water was dry.

She took a basin, added a small amount of powder with hot water to make a paste, then added powder to the basin one after another, pressed down hard, and finally used the powder. When she felt it was almost done, she could put the powder into the gourd and scoop out the powder.

She brought a pair of particularly long chopsticks to Su's mother, "Mom, if the powder leaks out and it floats, you can help scoop it into the basin."

On the stove next to her is a basin of cold water that she has prepared in advance. The powder should be cooled after it comes out of the pot, so that it will be more resilient.

Mother Su had never seen such a battle before. The hand holding the chopsticks was trembling slightly, and she said excitedly, "Just take it out?"

"Well, let's make a meal first, and hang out the remaining noodles. You can eat them later if you want."

Su Ziling's powder was already on the gourd. She tapped the gourd gently, and the powder fell down extremely smoothly. White lines fell into the water, slowly becoming transparent and floating again.

Seeing the floating powder, Mother Su quickly took it out and put it in a basin of cold water.

The two people obviously worked well together. One lost fans and the other gained fans. In a short time, they had already made a large pot.

Su Zimu was waiting aside, his little hands ready to grab some noodles. Su Ziling glanced at him from the corner of her eye and knew what he wanted to do.

"Don't move around. It's not cooked yet. Be careful because you may get diarrhea after eating it."

Hearing that it was not cooked, he retracted his hand, "Sister, what is this? Why does it look so much like the noodles they were talking about?"

Su Ziling glanced at him, "Hey, do you still know about noodles?"

"Uncle Yong'an told us. He said the noodles made with bone soup are delicious."

While Su Ziling was scalding vegetables in the pot, she asked, "This is sweet potato starch, not noodles. Do you want some noodles?"

Su Zimu nodded, then shook his head, "I don't want to eat it. I think the sweet potato noodles you made are definitely better than noodles. The cat ears yesterday were also delicious. They were made of white flour. I want noodles and cat ears." it's the same."

Su Ziling did not expose his little idea, "I will go to the county to buy some white flour another day and come back to make it for you."

Su Zimu didn't speak, but his eyes were brighter, and the upward curve of the corners of his mouth was somewhat irrepressible.