Chapter 34 34. Jojo’s Pig Mom
Auntie obviously didn’t take this seriously.
After all, who hasn’t eaten dumplings? But she didn't refute, just looked at the wrapped dumplings, feeling a little worried:
“This is too much, I can’t even fit it in the refrigerator.”
Song Sancheng looked at it and said, "That's right. There are so many people tonight, so we can't eat three hundred of them!"
The eldest aunt almost rolled her eyes—three hundred?
Ever eating dumplings, only 20 or 30 of them can be eaten to death.
There are only eight people in total now, how dare you brag about this?
It seems that Tantan’s business of selling vegetables is not very reliable.
But my uncle, a veteran dumpling lover, agreed at the moment: "Then let's cook a pot first to satisfy our stomach."
So the men went to load the straw on the cart, and Ulan sat in front of the stove and slowly started to light the fire, while he also followed the instructions blindly:
“Cook some more…come some more—don’t put them in the refrigerator in a hurry, eat them first!”
Everyone has emphasized it so much. If we don’t cook more, it will seem like we won’t be full. The eldest aunt murmured in her heart and finally cooked a pot full of dumplings.
On a large stove in the countryside, there are hundreds of dumplings in one pot!
Straw is not heavy, you just need to put it from the straw stack to the car. The rear compartment was soon filled to the brim.
At this time, the dumplings were also cooked.
The uncle took a deep breath and exclaimed while washing his hands: "This shepherd's purse is really good and fragrant. Mom, please eat more."
Then he took his first bite.
For a moment, the entire dining room was silent.
That is...how to describe it?
The uncle thought about it for a long time, not even willing to swallow the dumpling stuffing in his mouth. Then he suddenly returned to the time when he was a child and ate meat once a year...
These dumplings are too many for him to boast about. All in all, it’s so delicious!
The aunt's dumplings have a dumplings, and now they regret it -I knew that the dumplings were so delicious. I just gave it to my parents?
The shepherd's purse around them definitely doesn't smell like this!
No wonder it’s twenty yuan a pound, it’s really worth it!
And the elderly grandpa was full of praise for the food. The wheelchair-bound grandpa even finished a bowl for the first time and then handed the bowl over and said, "Please serve more."
This time Wulan went to cook the second pot, but since the old man was old, she only filled five or six more pots than usual:
“Dad, Mom, don’t be anxious, eat slowly, there will be more tomorrow. Don’t overeat today.”
Grandpa had a great appetite and was in a good mood. He even said to Song Tan, "We, Tan Tan, are born to be farmers!"
This statement was unanimously approved by everyone.
Ulan, on the other hand, felt refreshed and proud: "How about Tantanong's food, does it taste good? I just said that she is so good at studying, and she is good at farming!"
Song Tan: A qualified tool person should not speak when he shouldn’t.
…
Eat and drink enough.
The family of four took advantage of the darkness to go home. The car was walking alone on the winding mountain road. The car windows were slightly open, and the cool night wind blew on his face, which did not extinguish the fire in Ulan's heart at all.
She thought of her aunt's look of regret and reluctance, and then thought of the satisfaction and comfort on Grandma Song Tan's face that she had not seen for a long time. At this moment, she suddenly understood why her daughter had to eat fresh vegetables every time she got them!
…
Since this night, Ulan has become particularly energetic.
Early the next morning, as soon as dawn arrived, she urged Song Sancheng to quickly spread the straw in the yard and dry it in the sun. I quickly mixed two more barrels of disinfectant, sprayed the pig pen again, and even checked the manure tank.
With everything ready, she called someone and quickly sent the piglet over. When Qiaoqiao came back to her senses, she saw that Peppa Pig, whom she was full of expectations for, was nowhere to be seen. In the pigsty warmed by the sun, there were five piglets, three white and two black, lying down.
The five little pigs are cute, with big, round and wet noses, and they are well groomed. The body is small and round, and it makes a tender voice of "hum hum".
but…
Other than looking carefully at the skin of the two white pigs, which can still show some pink, they have no resemblance to Jojo's Peppa Pig.
Qiaoqiao was stunned for half a minute, and suddenly cried out: "My Peppa Pig, my George, my Mummy Pig...are all gone...all gone..."
The pigs in the pig pen were stunned for a moment, snorted twice, and looked at him curiously with their round pink noses, their dark eyes full of agility.
Qiao Qiao's dreams were shattered for many days, and once she cried, Song Tan had no choice but to take out his trump card:
“My dear, don’t cry, don’t cry—Peppa and George don’t have it, can we look at it separately? My sister will go back to the city to buy you a doll next time.”
“Let’s not watch it now. Let’s change it to another one—Have you seen Ultraman? Tiga! Let’s watch this one from today on.”
Ultraman toys are much easier.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiaoqiao cried and gasped, but here Ulan smiled proudly, adding fuel to the fire:
“Come on, Qiao Qiao, don’t you want to sleep with your mother pig? You pick one and see which one is your mother pig?”
ˆ˜Qiaoqiao:…
He cried louder.
…
The piglets are too small, and they are new to a strange environment. Although they don’t seem to be uncomfortable at all, they even like it here too much (after all, they are nourished by spiritual energy to some extent).
However, to be cautious, Ulan quickly cooked hot pig food to feed:
Pumpkin, sweet potato, corn kernels, leftover wheat bran and rice bran, picked wild vegetable roots, a big pot full of fragrance.
Just from the smell, it’s actually quite appetizing.
Song Tan thought for a while: "Mom, let me go and see how the milkvetch in the field tastes. By the way, let's pick more to feed the pigs."
I can still taste shepherd's purse once or twice a year, but I haven't eaten milkvetch in more than ten years.
Ulan nodded: "Go ahead and do more tidying up in the afternoon. Aren't you going to sell it tomorrow?"
Song Tan shook his head: "I told the customers in the group that I will sell them tomorrow morning. It's too late."
Wheat vetch is easier to pack than wild vegetables, but it is too crisp and tender. To ensure freshness, it is better to pick it in the morning and take it directly to the city.
Now that the day is warm, there are more wild vegetables. The milkvetch in this field, which used to be used to fertilize the fields and feed livestock, can still be sold for twenty yuan per catty. Wulan feels a little unsure.
But she didn’t refute—yesterday she praised her daughter’s farming skills so much that she herself was a little brainwashed in the morning, always feeling—
Perhaps there really is a difference?
Song Tan took Qiao Qiao, whose face was full of tears, to the fields with a basket. She couldn't bear to step on the fresh green leaves and stems. Hold the stem with your hands and break it off gently, and you will get a cluster of green leaves.
Jojo found a new way to have fun, and found it very interesting to pull grass like this, so he immediately forgot about Mummy Pig and started working happily.
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Pig food is really... actually quite delicious.
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