‘Jiaosu’ is a kind of pasta made from this year’s newly beaten wheat flour. An appropriate amount of sugar is added when kneading the dough.

Cut into triangles and fry in boiling oil.

After removing the oil and controlling the oil, they will be golden and attractive snacks, crispy on the outside and crispy on the inside.

This is the favorite snack of the villagers, and it is also the snack that the children of the villagers miss the most during the Dragon Boat Festival every year.

There is no need to go to the grocery store to buy it, as long as you grow wheat at home.

While the adults were frying the 'corn puffs', the children came as soon as they smelled the aroma and circled around the stove like kittens and puppies.

After the explosion was completed, the adults grabbed a handful and stuffed them into the children's pockets and sent them outside to play.

Listening to the happy clicking sound of their food, the adults also experienced a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Baby likes to eat biscuits. I will discuss with your uncle later on how many acres of wheat will be planted next year." Wang Cuilian withdrew her gaze from Baby Luo outside the kitchen and said with a loving look on her face.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips.

"That girl just wanted to have some fun and quiet. She saw other children eating it, so she ate it like a baby," she said.

The family conditions are good, and there is never any shortage of material things for the children.

Compared with when I was a child, this is like the sky and the earth.

"Qing'er, why are you still blowing up? Isn't it much better than blowing up?"

Wang Cuilian turned around and saw Yang Ruoqing rolling up her sleeves and continuing to knead the dough and cut the ingredients, and couldn't help but ask.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "These few kilograms of noodles are planned to be fried and Tang Yazi will take them to the military camp."

"He likes to eat biscuits very much, they are crispy and fragrant, and they are not easy to break and can be stored for a long time."

"So I plan to blow up some more and let him take it to the military camp to eat slowly. I will also share some with the lieutenants and soldiers below. Everyone can't go home to reunite during the holidays," she said.

Moreover, Tang Yazi will also ask Tang Yazi to bring some to Wang Dalong, the leader of the Shuilong Gang, and let Brother Wang have a taste of the local flavor here.

Wang Cuilian nodded repeatedly, "Qing'er, you've been more thoughtful. How about Chen'er, let's send some people from the escort agency over there too?"

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily: "That's what I had in mind. Well, I also want to send some to Dazhi. In previous years, the child was at home and liked to eat biscuits during the Dragon Boat Festival. I'm afraid he may have missed it too."

When Yang Ruoqing mentioned her ambition, a trace of longing and a trace of loss flashed across her eyes.

It has been almost half a year. Except in February when Zuo Junmo came back from Yangzhou to talk about Dazhi's situation, Dazhi has not sent back even a word in the past six months.

It was as if, this time, he had completely cut off contact with Yangzhou.

This made Yang Ruoqing feel so sad.

Several times I took up my pen and wanted to write a letter to ask about the situation, but the words were stuck in my throat, so I had to put down my pen and cry secretly.

Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. I wonder how the Dragon Boat Festival is celebrated in Yangzhou?

Dazhi’s mother-in-law should also be able to cook a table of delicious dishes to entertain the children, right?

Seeing Yang Ruoqing's melancholy, Wang Cuilian quickly changed the subject and said: "Qing'er, what should we cook for noon? Tangyazi hasn't celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival at home for two years, so she must have a good time this festival.

Fix it."

Mentioning this, Yang Ruoqing temporarily suppressed her depressed mood, and her mind immediately became active.

"Well, I'll think about it carefully," she said.

"Brother Zhou Wang came over yesterday to give you Dragon Boat Festival gifts to uncle and aunt. He caught a goose and I gave it to the chicken coop in the backyard."

"I'll go and clean up the goose later. Let's make a plate of braised goose for noon!"

Wang Cuilian said: "Okay, goose meat is nourishing. You and Tang Yazi have lost weight this time when you came back. You both need to eat a few more pieces of goose meat to make up for it! What else?"

Yang Ruoqing added: "Uncle and Tang Yazi went to take care of the fish pond. They will probably bring fish and shrimp when they come home later. Then they will braise the fish and stew the fish heads with tofu."

"I plan to make sweet and sour shrimp balls with shrimp meat. The baby loves to eat it, and Feng'er loves to eat it."

Wang Cuilian smiled, "Baby, I don't know. I'll be anxious if I know later."

Yang Ruoqing also pursed her lips and smiled and said: "Then aunt, don't tell her yet, I will give her a surprise during lunch."

…

In the middle of the morning, Luo Fengtang and Blacksmith Luo came back early. Luo Fengtang held a net bag in his hand. There was a grass carp in the net bag and seven or eight yellow catfish.

In addition, there are some green skin shrimps.

He hurriedly handed the fish into Yang Ruoqing's hands: "Qing'er, I have brought the fish and shrimp back, how can I arrange them with you?"

Yang Ruoqing took the fish and shrimp, which were heavy and very happy.

The Dragon Boat Festival gifts for my parents' family, Ga Gong's family, and my grandparents' family had all been sent two days before, including fish and meat, so naturally there was no need to send these fish again now.

Very good, we have another dish of spicy yellow fish stew at noon.

Yang Ruoqing was cooking the midday meal in full swing in the backyard, while Luo Fengtang was chatting with Blacksmith Luo in the front yard.

I will go back to the military camp tomorrow, and I don’t know when I will go home next, so I will spend more time talking to my uncle now.

On my wife's side... I'll keep her company with her when I get to bed at night.

When Yang Ruoqing put the yellow ya fish in a small casserole, she put it on the stove and let it simmer slowly.

"Auntie, I'll go to the front yard and call them, it's time for dinner." She took off the apron around her waist and said to Wang Cuilian.

Wang Cuilian said: "Okay, you go."

In the front hall, Blacksmith Luo and Luo Fengtang were not there.

But the two bowls of tea on the table were obviously still there, and they were still warm.

Blacksmith Luo's tobacco pole was also placed aside, but both men were gone.

Just by chance, Baby Luo came jumping over, and Yang Ruoqing quickly called her over, "Do you know where your uncle and your father have gone?"

Luo Baobao rolled his big eyes and looked around, saying: "Go outside!"

"Where is it outside?" Yang Ruoqing asked again.

Luo Baobao shook her head. Suddenly, she patted her little head and raised her finger to point outside the courtyard door: "Going to the village."

"Mom, I'm going to the kitchen!" the little girl said hello and ran away jumping up and down.

Go to the kitchen to taste the food, Yang Ruoqing understands.

She didn't stop her on purpose, as long as the child was happy, it was a holiday today!

Here, she was still wondering what her uncle and Tang Yazi were doing in the village.

After a while, Blacksmith Luo came back in a hurry.

"Uncle, where have you and Tang Yazi been? It's time to eat!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Hey, where is Tang Yazi? Why don't you see him?" she asked again.

Blacksmith Luo said: "Mother and son Zichuan have returned from the capital, and Fengtang is over there."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing was also pleasantly surprised.

"My godmother is back? That's great. Bring me two pairs of chopsticks and invite them over to eat together later," she added.
Chapter completed!