Chapter 30: Salted eggs

Sister Mei said: "It's nothing to do with two trotters. If you tell me one day in advance, I can get it."
"Thank you very much," Lin Qinghe nodded.
The two kept for a while, Lin Qinghe talked about the kerosene again. Sister Mei told her to come home and take it home tomorrow. Seeing that there was a guest from Sister Mei's counter, she said goodbye.
Lin Qinghe was not in a hurry to go back, covered the basket with the tablecloth at the bottom of the basket, and tossed around a lot, bought some dried peppers, ginger, garlic, and the like before returning home.
Almost at Zhoujiatun, Lin Qinghe then poured out eggs from the space and got three pounds out, but the meat was gone.
That is tomorrow.
However, two white breads were made and the three children hadn't eaten meat for several days, so they had to eat something for them.
In fact, this is her standard. If judging by the standards of the village, the elder brother brother no doubt lives in a honey jar.
Eggs are eaten every day, and from time to time there are big white rabbit "milk" candies, apples, pears, and red dates.
If everything is wronged, how can it be bad?
But Lin Qinghe did not have this consciousness.
Back at home, Lin Qinghe told her mother about pig's feet and said that she would tell her one or two days in advance when needed.
Zhou mother saw that she really had a doorway, and she felt a lot of emotion in her heart, and what she would eat would be drill camp.
Looking into her basket, Lin Qinghe was naturally not afraid of her, so she took two white bread sticks out.
"White bread!" Both Dawa and Erwa's eyes lit up.
In recent days, many babies who have been spooked have rushed up immediately, shouting and eating.
Although he hasn't eaten this white bread for a while, he still has the impression that this is delicious food!
"Dahua took it in and cut it in half with a knife. Remember, you are the elder brother, you must be fair and just." Lin Qinghe gave the two big buns to Dawa and said.
Dawa said: "Of course I will be fair!"
Erwa didn't worry about him and followed him into the kitchen.
Just cut a bun. It will be six years old after the year. It is not a big deal. Lin Qinghe naturally gave it to him.
The big baby was cut, half of the second baby and half of the third baby, but worried that Sanwa himself eats oily and hard to wash, so he didn't give it to him, took it out with a bowl and gave it to his mother.
"That half for you to eat." Lin Qinghe took the bowl and spoon and fed Sanwa.
Mother Zhou just wanted to say no, Lin Qinghe held Sanwa holding a bowl and went back to the house to eat. It was too cold outside.
"Hey, you taste, this white bread is fragrant!" Zhou Daya gave him, and said.
"Scent!" The baby nodded on Tuesday.
Mother Zhou then went to buns, which were eggs and meat again, and white bread, which would be strange if it was not fragrant.
Seeing the daughter-in-law's "wife" really didn't mind her eating, the mother of the week also ate it, let alone ... her tongue was almost swallowing.
"Mother, do you want to stay for lunch at noon." Lin Qinghe asked.
"No, I'll go home when you get back," Zhou said.
"Da Wa Er Wa, I'll send you off." Lin Qinghe said.
"Well, let's go, we'll send you back." Dawa Erwa said.
Mother Zhou was also sent back by their brothers, and there was not much left and right, and the brothers are getting warmer this year.
And she saw it. There was a lot of firewood in the house. I was not afraid to burn it this winter. She also had a "wool" sweater on her baby. The second baby's was already half woven.
auzw.com There are still a lot of "hair" string at home. It seems that Sanwa also has a share.
After returning home, Mother Zhou asked Dawa Erwa and their brothers to go back, and Mother Zhou followed the old house.
Father Zhou was dozing off, and when she saw her back, he said, "Is he back?"
"The fourth son's home is here, and I still stay there to do it." Zhou Mu said.
Father Zhou moved his nose and said, "What's that smell?"
"I ate half a piece of white bread over there." Zhou Mu said.
There is still meat in the house, but when I think of white bread, Zhou Father can't help but miss it.
He had eaten white bread once in his life, and the taste made him unforgettable in this life, and he still remembers it till now.
"Want to eat?" Zhou mother laughed when she saw him so she knew what he wanted.
"What to eat, the oldest family is about to be born, so don't worry about it, just keep it for her." Zhou Father waved and said.
Now this day is much better than before, and once everyone is happy, he is very satisfied. As for the white bread, it will not eat and will not simmer.
But she didn't want to go home here, Erwa said to his mother, "Mother, I have eaten, Grandpa hasn't eaten yet."
Grandpa usually treats them well.
The baby also nodded: "Before we were hungry, Grandpa would tell our family to eat."
It's not delicious, but it can fill your stomach.
Because the original owner didn't pay much attention, before they were hungry, they all went to see their grandpa, so remember these things.
Lin Qinghe understood, and said, "Then tomorrow, my mother will buy meat and bring a white bread back. You can take it to your grandpa, but you have to quietly give it to your grandpa and watch him eat."
"Okay." Both the baby and the baby nodded.
Lin Qinghe smiled and "touched" and "touched" their heads: "All are good."
Dawa Erba's eyes are bright.
"What do you want to eat at noon?" Lin Qinghe asked.
"Eat egg dumplings," said the baby.
The second baby nodded.
This was packed last night. It's not a problem to put it overnight in this weather.
So Lin Qinghe crops cooked dumplings for them, and the dumpling soup also had some shrimp skin, which tasted very good.
Now there is nothing to do at home every day, Lin Qinghe wants to pickle salted eggs.
She can, and she still uses soil. She used to learn from her "milk" and "milk".
After pickling a small jar of salted eggs, there are not many, about two pounds. She took it out of the space and brought it back from the outside today.
You have to add some white wine to marinate the eggs. The marinating time is one month. The marinated ones can be taken out next month.
The pickled eggs are naturally called Dawa Erwa and their brothers helped, for example, brushing the eggs will be left to their brothers.
She didn't intend to pamper her.
But after washing the eggs, she immediately washed them with warm water, and then put on anti-freezing cream, and sent them up to eat apples.
Putting the jar of pickled eggs in the corner, she also came over and squeezed a few pieces with their brother, but she knitted a "wool" sweater.
Now that the temperature is enough, and the firewood at home is enough, she won't use it anymore, she will burn it and it will be very warm.
However, there is not much fruit in the supply and marketing cooperatives, so the roasted rice dumplings will be relatively dry, and eat more fruits and other moisturizers.