Chapter 43: Eating goods

Tomorrow is August 15th. According to the usual practice, the Mid-Autumn Festival will send mooncakes to the students every year. This year is no exception. Each of the trainees received a box of moon cakes. When they finished, they would look at Xia Yao and see if their brother-in-law was treated the same. A daring one also grabbed Xia Yao’s moon cake gift box and saw that it was also Daoxiang Village, which was willing to give up.
In fact, like the moon cake box, the moon cake inside is really different.
Xia Yao returned to his bag and went to find his bag, and found that it was gone. I was wondering, Yuan Zong came out with a large insulated bag. Inside is the fresh-scented osmanthus glutinous rice bran, and the scent has floated from the long distance.
"Bring back to the aunt to taste." Yuan Li said.
"How do you let the cook cook for me? I love to eat cold salad."
The chef just packed up and prepared to go home, and he heard this and stood up.
"This is not what I cooked. This is what I have done personally. I have been here for more than a year. I have seen Chef Yuan for the first time. You can't stop it!"
Xia Yao glanced at Yuan with a dubious attitude. If you are such a rough man, can you do something to eat?
At dinner, the glutinous rice bran was cut to the table.
Xiamu tasted a bite and immediately rounded her eyes.
"Well, this glutinous rice tastes so good, it is better than the aunt Li before."
Is there such an exaggeration? Xia Yao did not believe, tentatively tasted a bite. A rich osmanthus fragrance comes from the nose, the lotus root is sweet and crisp, and the glutinous rice is soft and oily, and the taste is excellent. This is a southern dish, the practice is fine, and the pot stewing method of Northeastern cuisine is exactly the opposite. Xia Yaoyuan thought that the northeast grandfathers like Yuan Lian couldn't do this kind of fine work, and the things they did could barely be eaten. I didn't expect it to be a master's standard!
In the past, Xia Yao didn't like to eat this dish very much. Now the chopsticks are not clipped.
Xiamu couldn't help but ask: "Where did this glutinous rice be bought?"
"Just... a roadside shop."
"Buy some more tomorrow."
Xia Yao lived, "That... Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival! People have to go home for the holidays!"
"Oh, I forgot this, then I will wait until the festival is over."
Xia Yaoyuan thought that two or three days passed, and his mother had forgotten it. As a result, I went to work on the first day after the festival. When I was about to leave the house, Xiamu stopped him. "Don't forget to buy some glutinous rice, come back, or that store."
In the evening, Xia Yao just found a deli and bought some glutinous rice and went back. As a result, just take a bite and let the recognize it. Don't say Xia Ma, that is, Xia Yao's own eating is not that smell.
"Do you fool me?" Xia Mu took advantage of Xia Yao.
Xia Yao sighed. "They only open the door in the weekend."
"Then buy it back on the weekend!"
On the weekend, Xia Yaogang’s text to Xia’s company came over.
"Son, come back at night and don't forget to buy the glutinous rice dumplings of that family."
Xia Yao mouth pumped a pumping, there is a food mom really can not afford to hurt, but ... what mother to raise a son. Xia Yao did not eat enough, as long as they are hungry these days, the brain is full of that rice. But how do you speak? I can't say that my mom and I are addicted, and you can do it again. Are you dying? A glutinous rice can be remembered, how many sorrows are you?
Xia Yao took a deep breath and entered the locker room with a tangled face.
Yuan Long found that Xia Yao was unconsciously sweeping into the lotus pond this day. When I was running in the morning, I blinked my eyes. When I was feeding the birds, I blinked my eyes. When I was fighting, I blinked my eyes. Even the empty toilets on the toilets squinted out the window...
During the rest of the afternoon of the 23rd class, Xia Yao habitually glanced at the lotus pond, and his eyes fixed instantly.
There is a swaying figure in the huge lotus pond. Although it is far away, Xia Yao can still recognize that it is Yuan Long. Only he dared to kneel under the barefoot this season, not shuddering, walking in the mud is still so steady. He explored his body, his strong chest was almost attached to the water, and the ten fingers went deep into the mud, and a lotus root was caught. The action is extremely skilled, and soon the shore is full of flaws of varying lengths and thicknesses. Yuan Long jumped out of the lotus pond, and the naked and strong calves were wrapped in mud, carrying bare feet and walking on the asphalt road, printing one after another tough footprints.
An autumn wind swept through the window, and Xia Yao’s heart shook twice.