Chapter 67

Song Xijiao followed Zhong Chungang to the gate of the courtyard when she saw chestnuts coming over from afar: "mother, how can you come back? You worry about me and my grandmother."

Song mother saw her two people come back, put her heart down and said, "come back, come in and eat late!"

Song Xijiao picked up the chestnuts and rubbed it on his mother like a coquette and said, "mother, I'll be back later. Don't worry. What can happen to me

When Zhong Chun saw her childlike innocence, the corners of his mouth began to bend.

After a while, the small yard lit a candle, and the family had dinner around the table.

Song Xijiao put a piece of rabbit meat into her mother's bowl and chestnut bowl, and said, "Niang, would you like to taste this rabbit meat? Isn't it special?"

Song's mother bit a bit of rabbit meat and nodded: "the craft of Zhongchun is getting better and better."

Chestnut buried his head to eat rabbit meat, and his mouth was not free, so he gave his father a thumbs up.

Zhongchun touched the head of chestnuts and said, "eat more if you like. If you have enough, you can be healthy and smart."

After eating a piece of meat, he wiped his mouth and said, "today, Mr. Zhu praised me for my good handwriting."

Song's mother sat on one side and said with a smile, "we chestnut is smart. When we have younger brothers and sisters, you will teach them to write."

Song Xijiao saw her mother mention it again, but when she didn't hear it, she picked a mouthful of vegetables from the plate and ate it.

On one side, Zhong Chun's face turned red, and he forced himself to continue eating.

Well, what kind of dish is this? Song Xijiao put the dish into her mouth and found that today's food is different from usual.

She took another bite of food and put it in the bowl and looked at it carefully.

Seeing her appearance, Zhong Chun said, "this is beetroot. When I went hunting in the mountain today, I saw a large clump, so I picked it and cooked it at home."

Song Xijiao raised her head happily from the bowl and said, "Zhongchun, you have helped me a lot today."

After that, she said that she planned to add color to bamboo paper with fruits and vegetables.

Song's mother saw her daughter talking in a high spirits. She was surprised and happy: "this girl is really different from before."

After listening to her, Zhong Chun asked, "this sweet root can extract red, cucumber can make green pigment, what other vegetables and fruits can be used for color?"

Chestnut tilted his head to think about it, jumped off the stool and took a carrot from the stove and said, "can carrots be used?"

Song Xijiao's eyes brightened, patted the small head of chestnuts and said, "our chestnuts are wonderful. This carrot can make orange."

The chestnuts were praised and even more excited, they turned around in the kitchen.

Mother song asked tentatively, "didn't we have fried cabbage this morning? I think it's dark in color. Can I use it

Song Xijiao nodded with a smile: "you old one can be really intelligent."

Zhong Chun thought for a while and said, "there is a mulberry growing on the hillside of the mountain. Now it's the time for the fruit. Tomorrow I'll pick some and it should be used to adjust purple.

Song Xijiao felt warm when she saw that all three of her family were seriously giving her advice.

The next morning, Zhongchun did a good job of early food and then went into the mountain to collect mulberry.

Chestnut is a school day off, with the Song Mother sorting beetroot and cabbage.

Song Xijiao looked at the two busy people at home. She had no place to intervene.

She took out the filter bag that she had made yesterday and sewed it with a needle and thread along the opening of the bag. Through her sewing, a practical filter bag is finished.

When Zhongchun came back from picking the mulberry, the mother song and the chestnuts were ready with carrots, beetroot and cabbage. Song Xijiao finely chopped the cucumber on the chopping board.

After a while, the tables in the yard had the materials needed to extract the colors.

A family of four did not care to eat breakfast, and then division of labor and work together to get busy.

Song Xijiao is responsible for chopping the vegetables. Zhong Chun uses the small stone mortar at home to mash the vegetables into juice. Song's mother carefully filters out the residue.

When chestnut saw the adults busy, he was not idle. He wiped sweat for his father and fanned for his grandmother.

The family worked for a long time, making mulberry juice, carrot juice, cabbage juice, beet juice and cucumber juice.

Chestnut stood in front of the five bowls of vegetable juice and swallowed his mouth and said, "mother, this vegetable juice is really delicious."

Seeing his greedy face, song Xijiao scratched his nose and said, "when his mother's experiment is over, can we make mixed noodles with these vegetable juice

Chestnut tilted his head and asked, "mother, what is assorted noodles?"

Song Xijiao only touched his head and said, "you will know when your mother makes it."

After that, she took out the bamboo pulp she had brought back from the bamboo paper mill yesterday, poured some into the bucket and stirred it slowly.

Seeing that the bamboo pulp in the bucket was not enough, song Xijiao took the carrot juice and slowly poured it in.

She stirred the bamboo pulp slowly, and saw that the bamboo pulp in the bucket slowly turned orange."Grandma, Dad, you see, the bamboo pulp turns orange!" Chestnut clapped his hands and said happily.

Song Xijiao thought with pride that it was not very difficult to extract colors!

But before she could finish her pride, the color in the bucket was gradually darkened and turned brown.

Seeing this, Zhong Chun frowned and asked, "what's going on? How did it turn brown all at once

Song's mother was puzzled and asked, "yes, Xijiao, what's going on?"

Song Xijiao stirred the bamboo pulp in the bucket, thinking that it was the carrot juice that was oxidized and discolored when it came into contact with the air.

She took out the remaining four vegetable juices and tried them one by one. The remaining four did not change color quickly, but after a long time of storage, the colors became less vivid.

Song Xijiao sat in front of the bamboo pulp and said, "how can we fix the color? I only blame myself for being a scum when I went to school. I didn't listen to the class well. I was stupid when I used this knowledge. "

Chestnut looked at Song Xijiao's face and asked cautiously, "mother, do you still make mixed noodles for me now?"

Song Xijiao came back to her senses and kneaded the small flesh face of the chestnut and said, "to do it, of course, we have to do it with the little chestnuts."

Then he picked up the remaining vegetable juice and went into the kitchen to find out the flour and noodles.

Zhongchun carefully poured out five portions of bamboo pulp and dried it. Now looking at the color is not very right, after drying into bamboo paper, I don't know what will happen. He thought, Zai Zai carefully spread out the bamboo pulp and sun it well.

Without an hour's effort, song Xijiao's cheerful cry came from the kitchen: "the assorted noodles are out of the pot, please come and eat them!"

Hearing the sound of chestnuts, the rabbit rushed to the kitchen and exclaimed at a pot of colorful noodles: "what beautiful noodles!"

Song Xijiao said as she filled the bowl with noodles, "the noodles are not only good-looking, but also good to eat."

Song's mother and Zhong Chun are also praised for eating mixed noodles.

Song Xijiao said in her heart: "this is our modern food, of course, delicious!"

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