She only writes according to what is easy to sell and what she can remember, and strawberries can be sold more or less in the future.
Even if it's not made into jam and something else.
After reading it, boss Xue asked suspiciously, "xiaoxueer, is this secret recipe given to you?"
Xue Xueer thought for a while, but it didn't seem to count, and shook her head.
"Then... Did you write it yourself?" This is what boss Xue guessed. After all, a good doll like xiaoxueer is a little Fuwa. It's not surprising to think of anything.
Xue Xueer thought for a long time. Should she say yes, but it's really not what she thought. She wrote it according to the strategies she had done in postmodernism before.
And it's not so complete.
Finally shook his head: "I heard someone tell me! She didn't give it to me."
It turned out to be like this: "I'm scared to death. Only our family knows about strawberries recently. I don't know around. My uncle is worried about what bad people will tell you."
Xue Xueer was worried about her!
Yes, Xue Xueer was moved by her uncle again. She felt concerned by her family. It's really good.
"Don't worry, uncle! In fact, this kind of fruit has existed in big cities for a long time. It's just that our village doesn't know it yet."
"Really?"
Xue Xueer nodded firmly. There were litchi in ancient times. What is this strawberry.
As soon as he said this, boss Xue was relieved: "I think this practice is quite simple. After the new year, let's try the strawberry."
Xue Xueer also thinks it's good. After all, it's winter. The strawberries are not so easy to break. She's worried. What should she do in summer?
In her little doubt, Chen Honglian shouted that she could eat.
The whole family put down their work and went to the kitchen to help with dishes and chopsticks. It was very happy.
"Today is a little new year's Eve. Big guys have to eat the steamed bread!" Chen Honglian opened the lid of the steamer, and a smell came to her nose.
The steamed bread is big and soft. It's greedy!
But Xue Qin carefully found the problem: "aunt, did you use a lot of flour?"
Flour is fine grain. Gold is expensive.
Chen Honglian is still quite surprised. The child has been standing nearby for so long, but he really loves this fine grain.
"Well, your uncle brought it back from the town. He wanted to steam steamed bread for you!"
"Yes!" Boss Xue also answered, "you should eat more later! After dinner, go to give incense to your ancestors at night!"
These are the customs of Donglin village. After dinner, you have to go to the ancestral hall in the village. Here are the memorial tablets of the ancestors of Donglin village, which are watched and worshipped all year round.
On the way back, men can also go to the wine cellar near the ancestral temple to order some wine. There is an old man's wine cellar. The wine he brews has a unique taste.
This new year's Eve is blessed by our ancestors, as well as good wine and food. There will be countless wealth in the coming year.
Although the village has always been very poor, the moral is there. Everyone thinks it is auspicious.
Old Xue came in a hurry and shouted to the hall, "by the way, have you pasted the door god who was brought back today?"
Xu fangya patted her hand: "Oh, mom, I'm really sorry. My third brother and I got busy and forgot about it!"
In the afternoon, they went to buy the door god and couplets, but they always helped Chen Honglian in the house. Xue Laosan cut firewood in the back for standby, so they left it behind.
Seeing that it was Xu fangya, Mrs. Xue was reluctant to say, "you! Go and post the door god with the third child first!"
That's not sloppy!
Only when the door god is there can we protect the peace of the house!
"Mom, let's go now! I'm busy and forgot. It's up to me." Xue Laosan said.
I also know that I love my daughter-in-law, smelly boy! Mrs. Xue scolded in her heart, but she was still happy.