Chapter 320

"Mother, I picked up a lot of grey spores." As soon as song Xintong entered the yard, he said to Lu Mu, who was sitting in the yard choosing vegetables. His tone was full of joy. After all, he picked up about 30 to 40 Jin, which made him feel like a good harvest.

Looking at the basket that Daya and Yang Xiaoyue put down, Lu's mother said, "so much?"

"It's estimated that we will be able to pick up this crop this year. If we can't finish it, we'll take it to dry and eat it later." Song Xintong then picked up a few of the chicken fir fungus and matsutake out, "Niang, I picked up some of this, we use these days to make soup."

Lu's mother knows the value of these mushrooms. Last year, before Song Xintong got married, she sent a lot of these mushrooms. She wondered if she wanted to dry the matsutake in the sun and cook it when she was in the moon.

Seeing that Lu's mother didn't seem to hear it, song Xintong called out again: "Niang."

Lu's mother came back and said she would stay.

"No, fresh food is more nutritious." Song Xintong picked up the Tricholoma matsutake and mushrooms: "put them in the ice cellar first, and then cut the remaining gray spores and boiled them."

"Ice cellar cold bone, you don't go." Mother Lu handed things to Daya and motioned them to put them.

After putting them away, Daya and Yang Xiaoyue took some fresh mushrooms and gray spores back. Lu's mother went into the kitchen to cook. Song Xintong helped to clean the gray spores. Then he sat in the yard and slowly cut the gray spores. All of them were cut into thin slices. Later, after they were cooked in the pot, they were put into the ice cellar and buried in the ice. So many gray spores could be eaten until the spring of next year.

At noon, we had plain fried grey spores, mushroom broth, minced pepper fish, shredded chicken with kelp, and a pork noodle.

It's very rich. The twins are full of oil.

"Auntie, eat well." Said Dabao.

Xiaobao is not willing to lag behind, "delicious, I also want to eat a bowl of rice."

Lu's mother looked at them with a smile. Originally, the Lu family didn't talk when they ate, but after the twins often had dinner here, the rule disappeared. Lu's mother connived at them, and Lu Yunkai never said anything.

"Eat it. Don't talk." Song Xintong added rice to the two, "wipe the oil on the mouth."

"Oh." The twins wiped the corners of their mouths and went on eating.

After lunch, song Xintong helped his mother dry the mushrooms and agaric. The day before yesterday, the mushrooms were almost dry. But Lu said she would have to dry them for another two days, otherwise they would be bad.

Song Xintong also helped the landing mother pack the dried cowpeas into a cloth bag. She said that the dried cowpea stewed bone soup is also delicious and can be used for frying meat.

"Mother, you know so much." Song Xintong had never eaten dried cowpeas.

Mother Lu said with a smile, "I learned from the people in the village. When there is no food in winter, I eat dried cowpeas, dried bamboo shoots and dried cabbage leaves..."

"I learned it from the people in the village." Song Xintong was surprised: "I thought my mother would not go to the village."

"When Yunkai's father and I moved here, we didn't know anything. I had to learn from the old people in the village. Later, we didn't go to the village much." Lu Mu said: "Yunkai's father likes to eat dried cowpea stewed bone soup very much. He also likes sun dried radish, but he doesn't like fresh radish."

Song Xintong's eyes are very gentle when his mother mentions Lu Fu, whom she has never met before. It's a pity that Lu Fu, who is only in his forties, died early because of illness.

My mother must be very sad these years.

Song Xintong doesn't know what to say, and it's not her turn to say anything.

Mother Lu smiles. How can she talk about these things.

"Yunkai, like his father, also likes to eat these." Lu's mother looked at Song Xintong and said, "you can learn it too. You can make some for him later."

"Good." Song Xintong felt guilty. She felt that she still didn't know Lu Yunkai well enough. She only knew that he didn't like onion and garlic, and he didn't like eggplant, cucumber and cabbage, but she didn't know what he liked best. "What else did he like? I learned to cook it for him. "

Lu Mu smiles: "he likes everything except the ones he doesn't like. He doesn't like the ones he likes the most. It's just that every year when I dry cowpeas and radish sticks, he makes me dry more."

"He just admires his father, that's why he likes them." Lu Mu lovingly looked at Song Xintong: "he likes what you make, but I can see it."

Song Xintong's cheek is slightly red. He knows that it's one thing for Lu Yunkai to like himself, but it's another thing to hear from Lu's mother.

Lu Mu continued to draw: "he will hold back what he likes and doesn't like. He won't say when it's salty, but I can see that as long as it's your dish, he's very happy when he eats it."

Song Xintong's face turned red completely, and he called out shyly: "Niang."

"What's the shame of being a mother?" Lu's mother patted song Xintong on the shoulder with a smile and continued to clean up the sun dried vegetables.

After Song Xintong helped to clean up, he took a broom to clean up the dregs on the ground. As soon as he finished the work, Wang came with a basket.

"Miss, the preserved fruit is ready. Would you like to taste it?" Wang opened the cloth on the basket and brought out the big bowl.

Song Xintong took a chopstick and tasted it. He hadn't dried it in the sun yet, but he had already begun to take shape. He didn't feel sweet and greasy when he ate it. He also felt a little sour, sweet and sour, just right.

When Wang was asked to do it yesterday, song Xintong was worried that it was too sweet. He didn't expect the result to be so unexpected.

"It's delicious, but it's a little soft. It should be nice after drying." Song Xintong gave the preserved fruit to Lu Mu, "Niang, have a taste and see how it tastes?"

Lu Mu tasted a piece and said, "it's delicious, similar to what you bought from Lingnan city."

"Auntie Wang, you have done a good job. Even my mother praised you." Song Xintong ate another two or three pieces, while eating, said: "you quickly dry, so soft no chewing, or dry delicious some."

Seeing that Mrs. Lu praised the delicious food she made, Wang was very happy, "girl, don't worry, just sun for two days. When the time comes, you should have the same taste as the girl."

"How much is it cooked?" Song Xintong is thinking about how long he can eat.

"I don't know yet. It's estimated that it will be 20 jin if it's dried in the sun." Wang calculated at the bottom of his heart, "if the girl wants to do more, she will go to the village to collect some."

"No, that's enough." Song Xintong thought about it and said, "by the way, after sweet potatoes come out, you can make some dried sweet potatoes to make snacks. It's not bad to eat that."

"Good girl."

Lu's mother pointed to song Xintong, "how do you know how to make snacks like this?"

Song Xintong ate a piece of preserved fruit, pursed his mouth and laughed: "because I'm delicious."