Salt Xiao Fulang

After returning home and tidying up their things, Song Xu and Xiaochun planned to fry dumplings for lunch.

The eggs sent by the village chief’s wife came in handy. Song Xu hadn’t touched meat for a few days, and his stomach started screaming crazily before the dumplings were wrapped. Take it away!

Xiao Chun laughed in his heart, but he was not used to it, his face was still faint, but his eyes were full of smiles.

He took over the work in Song Xu's hands, let him guide and operate by himself.

Song Xu sat behind the stove, and just looked at the fire, when he raised his head, he found that Xiaochun's movements were more agile than his.

Song Xu: "...Wait until the water evaporates, and fry the bottom until crisp."

"Okay, I get it, you have nothing to do here." Then Xiaochun drove him out of the kitchen.

Song Xu: "...Oh."

They made a large sieve of dumplings, fifty or sixty of them. After frying, the two of them shared half of the dumplings, made some rice noodles and side dishes, and went to Aunt Niu's house together.

Today, besides Uncle Wang and Aunt Niu, their youngest son brought his wife back from town.

Seeing Song Xu, Uncle Wang first put up a simple and honest smile, but Aunt Niu snorted and recited it, her strength interpreted the combination of mindless and unhappy.

Song Xu said with a smile: "I was sick two days ago, and my husband was inevitably afraid at home alone, disturbing my uncle and aunt in the middle of the night. As soon as I recovered, Xiaochun and I made some food to thank my uncle."

When Uncle Wang smelled the fragrance, he asked in amazement, "Boy Xu, what is so fragrant?"

"It's the fried dumplings that I figured out. In fact, it's dumplings made and fried in oil. It's not expensive, but it smells good!"

Aunt Niu interjected: "Okay, okay, let's come in and say, if you choke on the cold wind at the door, and if you get sick again, Ren Xiaochun will take care of you."

Seeing that my aunt was complaining but actually caring, the smile on Song Xu's face became more sincere.

This Aunt Niu was the first person he met in time travel, and also the first elder who really cared about "him".

He accepted this concern on behalf of the original owner, and will repay it well in the future.

"No, Aunt Niu, we cooked at home, so we'll go home for dinner first. I'm going to start a small business recently, and when I make money, I'll return the money from my uncle and aunt's house, and I won't owe you."

Aunt Niu was startled, with mixed feelings: "...you, if you say no, then don't."

"Mom!" Suddenly, there was a shrill cry from inside: "You are the only one! That bastard is willing to pay back the money, but can he still say no? Is our family a landowner? Throw away the money as soon as you want? Get water Piao is still listening, so Song Xu can't even fart."

"Jin Yuan! Shut up!"

Aunt Niu's face darkened, and she rushed back to the house aggressively, leaving the embarrassed Uncle Wang and Mrs. Song Xu listening to the women's quarrel in the yard.

"Hi," Uncle Wang smiled awkwardly: "That's my youngest daughter-in-law, named Sun Jinyuan, who also passed through the door last year, and lives in the county with my youngest family. She is not very sensible, but she is not bad."

Then he rubbed his hands again: "Next time you come, uncle will cook for you!"

Song Xu and Xiaochun said their goodbyes to Uncle Wang, returned home, and finally sat down for lunch.

In front of him were two large plates of fried dumplings, and a deluxe version of fried batter made by Xiaochun—Guan full.

Song Xu looked at the batter with a sad expression on his face, Xiaochun pulled the corner of his mouth lightly, and gave Song Xu a bowl: "Taste first."

How else can I taste it?Their family can't live with batter, right... wait?

Song Xu took a spoonful, and suddenly his eyes widened: "It's delicious!?"

"Of course it's delicious." Xiaochun also filled a bowl. "Although it's all fried batter, it's fried with white noodles. There are various dried fruits and oil in it, and the taste is mellow. If it's too bland, you can add a little more salt."

Song Xu was stunned: "Isn't this fried camellia oleifera?"

"Camellia oil?"

"Yes!" Song Xuxi said: "In our place, this is a famous snack. Fry the flour with oil, add some crushed peanuts, crushed sesame seeds, etc., and finally add sugar to brew. It is quite a famous snack. Right! I've never eaten salty food, but it doesn't matter..."

"Well," Xiaochun recalled, "I don't know if other people eat it, and how to eat it. It seems that I haven't seen it on the street, and I didn't see it when I was at my uncle's house."

"Is that what you came up with yourself?"

"...No, it was my father's idea."

Xiaochun slightly closed his eyes, a little flour was on his long eyelashes.

"When I was very young, there were only parents in my family. My mother especially loved noodles and noodle soup. She liked boiled noodles, which made the soup sticky. Sometimes my mother was lazy and didn't want to make noodles. For rice, my father thought, is there any noodle soup that can be cooked directly without adding noodles? Of course there is, and the flour is boiled..."

Song Xu couldn't help laughing out loud: "It seems that your little lazy pig's personality still follows your parents."

Xiaochun glared at him: "Anyway, my dad experimented many times later, and finally came up with this method. Fry the flour, add boiling water, and you can quickly get a bowl of fragrant noodle soup no matter what time it is."

Song Xu restrained his smile: "Very good, your father is a talent."

"Yeah." Xiaochun also smiled: "What to add in it depends on your preference. The dried fruit left over from the Chinese New Year is the most fragrant. In addition, there must be oil so that it tastes good. If it is thicker, it will be delicious. Mushy and very hungry."

Song Xu lowered his head and scooped up another spoonful, and asked, "Xiaochun, what do you think of our fried dumplings paired with this fried oil tea?"

Xiaochun gently pulled the corner of her mouth.

Song Xu came to his senses: "Did you make it specially? For fried dumplings?"

"Yes. As you said last time, people generally think that fried dumplings are expensive. But this kind of food is not delicious if it is not expensive, so it is not a good way to reduce costs. But we can make another food for everyone to match Fried dumplings can fill one meal, so many people will find it a good deal.”

"And these two things are fresh, never eaten outside! There are oily water, vegetables and eggs, so it's not shabby!"

"Winter is coming soon, hot batter must be more popular than steamed buns that get cold in a while."

"It can also be paired with some small pickles. It's delicious and appetizing!"

The two talked to each other, as if they saw money rushing like flowing water.

Song Xu was so excited that he couldn't eat, but Xiaochun was slowly scooping up the batter. The two looked at each other and smiled at each other, feeling that there is no better day than now, no better person than the present.

"By the way, Yingxia, where do the melon seeds and peanuts in this bowl come from? Why haven't I seen them before?"

"Oh, I bought it during the New Year's Eve last winter. I left a small bag in my purse and stuffed it into the cabinet. I packed it up yesterday and found it. It was too damp to eat, so I quickly took it out and fried it dry."

"........."

***

In Chunyang County, there is a large market every ten days, and a small market every five days. Other large and small businesses are open all year round.

In order to make preparations and to visit the merchant who only left his name, the two went to the county seat together early the next morning.

It's not a market day, so you don't need to get up too early.

In order to avoid encountering Qian Sangou's vicious dog A and Vicious Dog B again, even though the sun was still very gentle, Xiaochun still pulled out a big straw sun hat from somewhere.

"...Where did you find it? I really searched all over our house!?"

"Well, you missed it." Xiaochun replied, and found a scarf to put on.

In short, under Song Xu's puzzled gaze, the two of them put on their baskets and went to the county.

Chunyang County is not too big, and there is only one main road running through the county from north to south.

On days when there is no market, the two sides of the road seem relatively quiet, with only a few large stalls scattered, selling some daily necessities and groceries from the north and the south, most of which are purchased by merchants and hawkers who specialize in goods.

For that merchant, Xiaochun only knew one name, but Song Xu had never even met him.His last memory in the county was the tea stand where he was beaten. The two discussed it and decided to go to the tea stand first.

Xiaochun asked Song Xu to hide his face, and stood under the shade of a willow tree not far away, while he went up to ask the little girl if he knew a merchant named Mo Shi'an.

Xiao Er didn't hesitate at all, and said directly: "Is your surname Chun?"

"Yes?"

"Yes! That brother Mo asked me to bring a message. The stall of their Huitong Trading Company is near the north gate. Go there and find him."

Song Xu heard what Xiaochun said, and while walking, he thought to himself, this big brother saved himself when everyone couldn't avoid him—you are brave.

He left his name and didn't forget to take care of Xiao Er, as if he had anticipated the place they would ask when they came to the county town--conspiracy.

This thoughtful and generous man must not be an ordinary merchant.

When he got near the north gate, Song Xu confirmed his guess even more.

Even though it wasn't a market day, there was a stall that was still bustling - the sound of bargaining could be heard from afar, some people asked this and that, and some people laughed loudly, making the place very lively.

Song Xu saw the top of the stall owner's head from a distance, and was surprised that the height of the stall owner was like a sky tree, at least 1.9 meters up to nearly two meters - in this era when people are generally not too tall, it is almost straight into the sky.

Song Xu pointed: "Is that the protruding one?"

Xiaochun didn't hesitate at all: "Yes."

The two waited for a while not far away, and finally the crowd dispersed before they stepped forward.

"I've seen you two a long time ago, hahaha, brother Song, brother Chun, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

Song Xu almost said "I've admired you for a long time" and picked it up. Thinking about it carefully, there's nothing wrong with it, but it's not a long time to "admired": "Brother Mo, you are a benefactor, and my husband and I are here to thank you."

"You're welcome, it's okay to thank you, but there is something I can wait for you to come and get it!"

As he said that, Mo Shi'an led the two of them to the back, and saw a familiar cart leaning quietly under the tree.

"My cart! My stove!"

Song Xu stepped forward in surprise: "Brother Mo, thank you so much! Did you watch over it for me all these days? But my car doesn't seem to be at the tea stall, right? How does Big Brother know it's mine?"

Mo Shi'an smiled and said: "It's like I gave you a hand, and you remember my kindness. You risked to save others, wouldn't they regard you as a benefactor? Hahaha, that woman named Caixiu People, she came to me for help, and after sending you to the hospital, she came to clean up the mess—"

Mo Shi'an pointed to the frying pan: "Look, even the pan has been scrubbed, and the copper coins in the box are also neatly arranged. You can use it directly after you push it out!"

Song Xu and Xiaochun looked at each other, and said with relief: "It's really not in vain. I will go to thank that aunt some other day."

"Go and greet yourself! Speaking of it, the woman is grateful, otherwise she wouldn't find me. I really didn't do anything, just call me Brother Mo!"

"Brother Mo, you saved my life with little effort. Anyway, I remember this friendship. The kid has nothing now, and I will definitely repay you in the future!"

Xiaochun also followed behind Song Xu, and learned to hold a fist in a nondescript way.Song Xu turned his head to see him, secretly laughed out loud, causing Xiaochun to stare at him, and took two steps back in embarrassment.

At this time, a little Shuang'er came to the front of the stall, with a clear and clear voice with a smile, and said generously, "Excuse me, brother, is there any ointment for sale?"

Several people looked together, and saw a pretty and cute little Shuang'er standing in front of the stall. He was wearing a light yellow gown, with slightly curly bangs, and round almond eyes, looking cute and innocent.

Xiao Shuang'er's age is not easy to judge by height. There are some tall people like Xiaochun, although it is not uncommon. Conversely, there are also children who look like children all their lives.

The little pair in front of him originally only reached Song Xu's chest, but compared with that Mo Shi'an, it only reached his waist.But looking at his calm demeanor, he looks like an adult.

"What kind of ointment? I have all the products from the north here. There are high-quality suet, butter, and cheap lard ointment. If it's for cracking cracks in winter, suet is the best." Mo Shi'an stepped forward and introduced.

"Oh? Can I try?" He looked innocent, but in Xiaochun's eyes, it seemed to have a lingering hook, which made him uncomfortable.

Mo Shi'an took a small box, put a little on Xiao Shuang'er's hands, and motioned him to apply it himself.

Xiao Shuang'er withdrew her hand and smiled slyly: "Why, doesn't the elder brother dislike the younger brother's hand that is not easy to touch?"

Mo Shi'an was stunned for a moment: "How come? I can't be rude to you."

"Pfft, then I want this, big brother, you are so handsome, you want to wipe my hair off—"

Xiaochun couldn't help but look at the little pair again.

He always felt that something was wrong, and when he looked at Song Xu and Brother Mo, they acted as if they didn't realize anything.

Xiaochun couldn't help becoming vigilant, and took this man into his eyes deeply.