After the captain standing opposite Aunt Dahua finished speaking, he saw this scene and said: "You brat, you don't know how to be filial to your father and me. You ate it before I even tasted it." "
When Aunt Dahua heard this, she turned around and saw her little son eating secretly. She said, "You kid, you are not active in anything. You are so anxious to eat some meat. If this thing is not hot enough, you can't." "It's cold."
For dinner, the three of them had braised pork, leftover dishes from the morning, and steamed buns as their staple food.
After the meal was finished, the father and son used steamed buns to clean up any bit of marinade in the bowl. The bowl was so clean that there was no need to wash it.
The next day, they took the food out of the pot and put a plate of braised pork on the table for every meal.
The captain brought back more than a dozen pig's feet and a pig's head. After he had finished his work and stopped going out, Aunt Dahua directed him to pack all these things and cook them in a pot.
The next day, I took it out and let it cool, then wrapped it several layers in oil paper. The team leader drove the ox cart and took it to the town that day and sent it to the post office.
Of course, these are all things for later. After Fang Nuo returned home, he put Yaya on the kang and sat down to play by herself for a while. She went to the kitchen to cook her a bowl of noodles, fed her, and took her to play in the house. After a while, Yaya took a nap.
In a few days, the annual Laba Festival will arrive. There is a jingle here in the north that goes like this: Children, don’t be greedy, after Laba Festival is the New Year, drink Laba porridge for a few days, it will be twenty-three.
Twenty-three, sugar flowers are sticky;
Twenty West, house cleaning day;
Twenty-five, fried tofu;
Twenty-six, mutton stew;
Twenty-seven, kill the rooster;
Twenty-eight, hair;
Twenty-nine, steamed buns;
Thirty nights, let’s have a night of noise;
On New Year's Day, give it a twist!
It means that after Laba Festival, the New Year is closer. With the New Year flavor, every household starts to prepare for the New Year.
During the Laba Festival, every household in the village will cook a pot of Laba porridge to eat.
The night before, Fang Nuo also soaked the beans that would be used to cook Laba porridge the next day.
When I got up early the next morning, I went to the kitchen, lit the stove and cooked Laba porridge, and then returned to the house to pour hot water and wash myself.
After cleaning up and cooking breakfast in another pot, she had nothing else to do. She would look at the Laba porridge in the pot from time to time and stir it up.
After cooking for almost two hours, the Laba porridge in the pot was ready. She scooped out a large bowl and brought it back to the room to eat.
In order to let Yaya feel the atmosphere of the festival since she was a child, Fang Nuo scooped up some of the thicker and grainless rice soup in the Laba porridge and fed her some.
After he finished eating, he took her to the kitchen, boiled two poached eggs for her, and brought them back to the room to feed her.
After Yaya had eaten and was not hungry, she sat on the kang and played with her toys. Fang Nuo took the dishes back to the kitchen and washed them.
When no one else was at home, she would put something on the edge of the kang to stop her, so that she would not be afraid of Yaya climbing to the edge and falling off the kang.
She could also walk away for a while to do other things, wash the dishes and chopsticks, and go back to the room to find Yaya still taking care of her little toys.
When he saw her coming in, he felt that he was not having fun, so he picked up a cloth panda and shouted to Fang Nuo: "Mom~Mom... play"
"I want mom to play with you. Wait a minute. I'll dry my hands and come right away," Fang Nuo replied.
I wiped the water off my hands with a towel, then put on my slippers and got on the kang, picked up my toys and played with Yaya for a while.
After playing for a long time, the little one started to feel sleepy, so Fang Nuo took her to take a nap. After she fell asleep, Fang Nuo sat up, took the sewing basket, took out the unfinished sweater inside, and sat on the quilt to continue. Knitted.
In the afternoon, Aunt Dahua came over and brought the Laba porridge that her family had cooked today.
Aunt Dahua now knows that she is always at home. Every time she comes to see the courtyard door is not locked, she knows that she is doing work in the house with her children.
So he walked into the courtyard first and shouted, "Xiao Nuo, where are you?"
"Auntie, she's in the house, come in and sit down quickly." Fang Nuo heard the voice, stopped what he was doing and looked up and replied.
After Auntie Dahua opened the door and came in, she continued to ask: "Auntie, why are you here? It's so cold outside."
"Isn't it Laba porridge today? I cooked Laba porridge at home, and your uncle asked me to bring you some so you can try it," Aunt Dahua said, putting down the basket in her hand.
"I've cooked Laba porridge too. Auntie, please sit down first. I'll scoop you a bowl and you can try it. I'll bring some back to my uncle and the others later." Fang Nuo heard that she was here to deliver Laba porridge to him. Thinking that she had cooked a lot today, she thought it was too cold outside, so she didn't go to deliver it. Now that everyone was here, she couldn't let anyone eat some.
"Hey, stop working, I just ate this from home," said Aunt Dahua.
"This thing is just for eating and playing. It will be digested in a while. Auntie, please sit on the kang to get warmer. I will come as soon as I go." Fang Nuo said, pulling the person to sit on the kang.
After saying that, she opened the door and left the house. Seeing her impatience, Aunt Dahua just smiled and shook her head, then took off her shoes and sat on the kang, first taking a look at Yaya who was sleeping soundly under the quilt.
Fang Nuo soon scooped up a large bowl of Laba porridge and brought it over with a spoon.
He put it on the Kang table and said to Aunt Dahua: "Auntie, eat it while it's hot. The temperature is just right now."
"Hey... you can also try the Duan I brought, and we can eat together," Aunt Dahua said.
"Okay, I'll do it. Auntie, just sit down and don't move." Fang Nuo said when he saw that she wanted to get off the bed to carry it.
When both of them were sitting on both sides of the kang table, Aunt Dahua scooped up the Laba porridge in front of her and looked at the seven or eight kinds of Laba porridge inside. She felt that the Laba porridge she had brought was a little shabby.
She looked up at Fang Nuo opposite, and saw that she hadn't gone ahead to eat it, so she didn't say anything and scooped a spoonful of Laba porridge into her mouth.
Immediately I felt that there were many kinds of ingredients in this dish, and it was indeed much more fragrant and thicker than the one she cooked at home.
"Well, Xiaonuo, your Laba porridge is really delicious," Aunt Dahua said.
"Well, this is the first time I've made it this year, so I just made it randomly. Sister-in-law, what you made is delicious," Fang Nuo replied with a smile.
"Really, is there no food in your hometown until now?" Aunt Dahua asked
"It's boiled, but I've never cooked it before, so I don't know how to do it. I just put all the beans and rice I can put in the house and cook it in one pot," Fang Nuo said.
"That's right, but what you did is not wrong. I heard that the Laba porridge in the city has to be cooked with more than a dozen kinds of things," said Aunt Dahua.
"That's it, then I made this by mistake. If my aunt likes it, I can decorate it and take it home later. I wasn't sure of the quantity when I cooked it for the first time, but I made a big pot. I will eat it myself. It’s not much, you can take some more and eat fresh ones,” Fang Nuo said.
