Chapter 51： lotus root cake

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, Wu Mei let out a long sigh of relief, and put the books and stationery into the schoolbag. The Chinese and English homework has been done, and there are only a few application questions left. Why don't you ask Wu Zhengsi when you get home? Although she didn't want to confront the hypocritical father at all.

But compared to Wu Yue and He Biyun, she would rather deal with Wu Zhengsi, just to hone her acting skills!

"Meimei wait for me, I'll go back with you."

Zhen Wanwan slowed down a bit, looking at Wu Mei, who had already walked out of the classroom door, a little anxious, she still had a lot of things she didn't ask clearly, how could this ugly **** walk so fast today?

Didn't you always wait until the last one to leave?

Wu Mei pretended not to hear, and accelerated her speed. Zhen Wanwan must have wanted to inquire about news from her. She already saw Zhen Wanwan's true colors, how could she still be fooled?

Zhen Wanwan followed her with her schoolbag on her back. Where could she see Wu Mei's figure? She stomped her feet in anger. It seemed that she could only earn two cents today. , she has to buy everything when school starts, she is short of money!

Wu Chao also ran out, but he didn't see the Wumei people, so he asked Zhen Wanwan, "Where's the Wumei people?"

"I'm leaving."

Zhen Wanwan left after saying a word. She had to go to the door to wait for Wu Yue. The ink was almost exhausted. Just two cents could buy a bottle of pure blue ink, enough for one semester.

Naturally, Wu Mei would not wait for Wu Yue stupidly any more. She carried a military green schoolbag on the cross body and walked forward slowly, not in the direction of going home. She didn't know where to go, she just walked by feeling.

Now Jin City is still an old street, Wu Mei’s memory is a little blurred, it’s really like another world, there are many stalls selling snacks on the street, the sound of frying, and the sound of vendors selling, listening to it is very cordial , Wu Mei smiled unconsciously, in a good mood.

'Grumbling'

Wu Mei touched his stomach. The lunch was the pickled buns that he brought at home. Because He Biyun's work was a bit far from the city, he didn't come back at noon. It's even more impossible, so Wumei Wuyue always brings lunch.

Of course, Wu Yue's bento was carefully prepared by He Biyun. He made more meals and vegetables in the evening, and put the rest in a heat preservation box. Sometimes he even fried two poached eggs. Time is a rare treat.

Of course, Wu Mei would not have such a high standard of treatment. Eight days out of ten days, there were two pickled buns, and two days might not even have pickled buns. He Biyun gave her a dime and asked her to buy two steamed buns on the way to school.

Usually Wu Mei doesn't use this dime, but saves it as pocket money, because He Biyun seldom gives her pocket money, and occasionally gives her a few cents, unlike Wu Yue who never lacks money, He Biyun is right The eldest daughter has always been generous, and Grandma Wu often stuffs Wu Yue with money.

There is an aunt at the entrance of the alley who is frying lotus root cake. The lotus root is rubbed into filaments, mixed with flour to make a paste, add some seasoning, scoop a spoonful with a lamp like a spoon, put it in boiling oil and fry it, sizzle, wait for the cake Fry until golden brown, it will fall out of the spoon, take it out and drain the oil and eat it.

This kind of snack is about the size of an ordinary cup lid, and it looks like a lamp, so it is also called an oil lamp. It tastes crisp and delicious. Even after decades, it is still very popular with young people. Wu Mei has always liked it. However, there are very few people who can make authentic oil lamps in later generations, and I always feel that something is missing.