The farmhouse restaurant of the dandy young master

Chapter 11

So, their relationship is reconciled?

It's not too good to see the scene of his own son and the young master he nursed peacefully coexisting with his own eyes. Although he was a little sneaky, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help but get red eyes.

Thinking of it as if she didn't know anything, but she still couldn't help but want to hear what they were talking about.

And then... no more.

Ma Qing'er thanked her, didn't even want to hear what Hua Xi said, turned around and walked out, and saw Mrs. Zhang squatting by the stove and lighting a fire.

He only hesitated for a second before taking out the tightly wrapped meat buns from his arms and putting them on the stove, "Where are sister-in-law and Xiang'er?"

"They went to pick wild vegetables, and they will be back in a while. Brother Qinger, when I'm not at home..., does she come often?" Zhang stood up, looking deeply at this girl who hadn't received much love from her since birth. The eldest son at least had his own milk, while the younger son almost grew up drinking rice cereal.

Ma Qing'er nodded sincerely, "Today is the first time she has suffered a lot here. Every time she comes here, she either takes some of this or that, and always uses grandma as an excuse. If I say something serious, she will say mine Unfilial. I really have no choice for her."

Even though Ma Qing'er's words were simple and casual, with Wang's behavior, it was really hard for a child to deal with her.

"She took all the chickens at home?" She remembered that there were a few chickens in the yard when she came back last time, but now one is gone. At first she thought they were either eaten or sold, and they never took it from others. I thought about leaving, so I didn't ask.

Mrs. Zhang sighed secretly, and blamed herself even more. She reached out to grab the broken hair on her son's forehead, but he avoided it by pretending to scratch his head.

"Not really, she took a few of them away, and asked me to sell the rest. It won't save her from worrying about it."

"Brother Qing'er, after mother..." The Zhang shi was very disappointed, but she did not lose heart. She must make up for the two brothers when she comes back, especially this youngest son who owes her money.

Ma Qing'er didn't want to talk too much, it was useless to talk too much, so she ended the topic of chatting with her mother, "I don't raise anything at home, and I am also clean. Even the young master you brought back, really can't pick up his hands or shoulders. , it is a good hand to order people."

Ma Qing'er muttered, but walked out of the kitchen anyway.Squat down on the steps and start grinding the packet of medicine powder.

In order not to disturb their mother and son's chat, Huaxi endured it until he heard no voices from outside before coming out. Instantly, he felt that his patience had grown a lot, which made Huaxi firm again in his decision to open the door.

He pretended not to see Mrs. Zhang turning her back and secretly wiping tears, put the washed big bones on the side of the stove, took out the pig liver from the basket, took out a sea bowl from the cupboard, scooped water into it Pork liver soaked.Then he took out a small bag of polished rice, but there was only one rice vat with coarse grains in the whole kitchen, so he simply put the small bag of polished rice on top of the rice vat.

There were a total of two large iron pots on the stove, Huaxi threw the two bones directly into the pot, scooped up nearly half of the pot of water, and then covered it.

When Zhang turned around, there were no traces of tears on his face, but the red eye sockets proved that he had just shed tears.She nimbly added some firewood to the stove.

"Master, what else are you doing?" Although she doubted Huaxi's ability to cook, she didn't show it at all. It's rare that the young master is interested in cooking, so she couldn't discourage the young master's enthusiasm.

"Godmother, help me make an apron and a hat." Without that outfit, Huaxi always felt that something was missing, like a ceremony without a sense of ceremony.

Mrs. Zhang nodded blankly, "What is an apron? Is it the kind of skirt that women wear?"

Huaxi dipped his hand in the water soaked in pork liver, and drew a prototype of an apron and hat beside the stove, "Can you understand? It's probably like this. I made it with the white cloth in my room."

"White cloth?" Mrs. Zhang murmured uncertainly, seeing Hua Xi nodding, she lost her doubts, said that she would be able to finish it in a while, went into the room, took the white cloth, and rushed into her room.

There is no technical content in boiling bones, just watch the fire and don't put it out.

There was still a bit of minced tofu cut from making stinky tofu left in the bowl. This family had no chickens to feed. If they threw it away, Ma Qinger would definitely look down upon him again.

Forget it, anyway, now that the seasoning is complete, I won't smash his signboard.

Huaxi rummaged around and only found an egg in the cupboard. He turned it around on the table to make sure it was raw.Then as long as you find flour, you can make a tofu cake.

The kitchen is so big, and there is no other food storage tank except the rice tank. He lifted the cloth on the basket that Mrs. Zhang was carrying when he entered the door, and it turned out that it was the flour he wanted.

Now that the materials are ready, let's do it.

The tofu itself is crushed, so you don't need to pound it. Add the raw egg, green onion and salt and stir for a while, pour some water, then add flour, stir well, and put it aside.

Hua Xi walked out of the kitchen, Ma Qing'er was still grinding everything, and ignored Hua Xi.A few packs had already been placed on the stone steps, Hua Xi picked it up and smelled it, and after confirming that it was pepper, he went back to the kitchen again.Open the paper bag, twist some into the filling, and stir it.

It was a difficult problem to make a fire, but fortunately, there was already a fire in one stove, and he only had to take out a burning firewood from it and put it in the other stove.

The process of lighting the fire went smoothly. Huaxi spread a layer of lard on the wall of another pot, dug out the fillings with a spoon, and poured them in one by one.

The bone soup in another pot boiled, Huaxi hurriedly lifted the lid of the pot, and a strong smell of meat spread out, choking him so much that he swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva.

How long has he not eaten pork...

Huaxi forced himself to take it easy, scooped off the foam on the soup with a spoon, added scallions, ginger and diced carrots, covered the lid, took out the three meat buns in the paper bag, and put them on the lid to heat them up.

After one side of the tofu cake was fried, turn it over and fry it again. After a while, the round tofu cakes were fried. They were not big, and there were nine of them, which filled the whole plate.

Xiang'er ran in almost smelling it, Xiao Hua had a big smile on her face, her eyes fixed on the three white and fat buns on the lid of the pot, and she didn't move away.

Huaxi couldn't help being funny, and shook his hand in front of Xiang'er's staring eyes, "Go wash your hands first, and then come back to eat buns."

Xiang'er let out a loud hey, put the small basket containing wild vegetables on the ground, and ran out bouncingly without closing the door.

Just a second later, voices came from the yard.

"Hey, little thing, watch your feet, don't step on them."

"Hee hee, did I see that I didn't step on it? Little uncle, mother, mother, let's wash our hands quickly, there are buns to eat."

"Bun? Hey, good."

Huaxi put the warm steamed buns on the plate containing the tofu cakes, took a tofu cake with the paper used to wrap the steamed buns, and then walked out with the plate, and stopped when he reached the steps of the door, put the paper on the paper The bean curd cake was handed to Ma Qing'er.

"Try it."

Ma Qing'er caught off guard and took it in a hurry. He raised his head to take a look at Huaxi, but he had already stepped down the steps and handed the plate to Mrs. Liu.

"You go into the house and eat with your godmother."

Xiang'er nodded hurriedly, pointing to the round pancakes: "Big brother, what is this? Did you make it? It smells so good." She even leaned over and sniffed it vigorously.

"Tofu cake, shake your stomach first, there are more fragrant and delicious ones at night." Huaxi didn't explicitly admit it, but the meaning in the words couldn't be more obvious, and he had to cook at night.

Xiang'er is still a bit petty, and her obedient focus is on the word "more fragrant and delicious" in the second half of the sentence.

Taking advantage of people's soft hands and eating others' short mouths, although Liu is a woman and doesn't know a few big characters, her parents taught her this principle since she was a child, and she has always followed it. She owes no one and does not let anyone owe her.The plate in his hand suddenly felt a little heavy.

Mrs. Liu hesitated for a while, and said hesitantly, "Master Xi..., does my mother-in-law know?" Her mother-in-law cared more about this young master than her own son, and she could let him sit in the kitchen. Are you messing around?

Some eat, and if you don’t rush, what are you doing with him, "You can ask her yourself and she will know? After eating, show me the fire in the stove, don't put it out."

After finishing speaking, Huaxi stuffed the bun into Xiang'er's hand, patted her head, turned around and walked to Ma Qing'er's side.

"Is it finished grinding? It's so slow."

"If you think I'm slow, then grind it yourself." Fortunately, he was moved by a piece of pancake that Huaxi handed over just now, the salty taste almost bit his tongue, and he is still relishing it now.It turned out that it was only a few blinks of an eye that brought him back to reality.

"Grind the rest at night and go up the mountain with me." After speaking, he got into the woodshed.

"I just ate your two steamed buns, and started ordering me again! My labor is too cheap." Ma Qinger muttered and complained, put the ground ones and the unground ones separately, and patted her legs and feet. As soon as he stood up, he barely caught the basket thrown by Huaxi.

"And take that little hoe, too." Hua Xi pointed at him casually, and walked out walking with his back on his back.

"What are you going to dig? Didn't my sister-in-law dig wild vegetables? Also, we can't go into the mountains, we can only wander around the foot of the mountains." Ma Qinger put the basket on her back, picked up Liu's small hoe in the corner, and sped up. Two steps followed.

"You only have wild vegetables in your eyes. In my eyes, there are treasures everywhere on the mountain, but you don't know it." As for what Ma Qinger said about not being able to enter the mountain, it was automatically ignored.

To Ma Qing'er's ears, those words seemed to be belittling him no matter how they sounded, and the taste of irony was even stronger.

Ma Qing'er snorted, a little unconvinced.Apart from wild vegetables and fruits at the foot of the mountain, he didn't believe that a young master could recognize herbs.

Huaxi glanced at him, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Boy, don't be dissatisfied, I'll show you what a baby is in a while."

On the way to the back mountain, the folks in a village would say hello when they met, and some curious ones would open their mouths and ask a few words.

"Where are you going?"

"Digging wild vegetables? People with foreign surnames don't know about it. Brother Qing, please be careful. You can't go into the mountains to dig. The chief of the village will be very serious if he finds out, and he will be fined."

Ma Qinger responded with a smirk, and kept repeating "I know."

Guarding a treasure mountain for nothing, but can't do anything, isn't that a disease of the brain, and he deserves not to be rich.

Listening to Ma Qing'er chatting with the villagers, Huaxi stopped at the foot of the mountain and didn't go any further.Because there are several pairs of eyes staring at him behind him.

It seemed that as long as he took another step, someone would rush to complain.

Last time he didn't bring any tools to commit the crime, so people who saw him thought he was wandering into the mountains.

And this time he brought Ma Qing'er...

The villagers seem to only pick wild vegetables at the foot of the mountain, and the surrounding area looks a little bald.

It's all here, and you can't give up just because of a few people following you.

"Walk."

Ma Qing'er paused, swallowed, "Are you really going in?" I'm afraid that as soon as they left, someone would notify Li Zheng.

"Nonsense, just ask if you want to make money?" Hua Xi turned around and stared at him impatiently.

The answer is of course yes, but to accept Lizheng's anger...he is still a little scared!