Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

Chapter 618 Egg Dumplings and Meatballs

After all, that house was bought for Fubao, and when Fubao gets married in the future, they will have to move.

Zhang Jinlan has already bought a lot of land, houses and shops.

The family has no longer been short of money.

The rent alone is enough for a family to live for several lifetimes.

Not to mention that the granddaughters' clinic and embroidery shop are also very profitable.

"Grandma, Mom, I'm going to go find someone else to play with." Jiang Fubao was childish for a rare time. She changed into simpler clothes. Although they were warm, they were very convenient for movement. Then she took Jiang Ruyi and Jiang Huanyu out to play.

Jiang Wangyou, who was married, stayed at home. She liked quietness and didn't like to play around, and her period was several days late.

She didn't dare to move.

I vaguely felt that I was pregnant.

Jiang Wangyou was afraid of being too happy for nothing, so she planned to let her sister check her pulse after the New Year.

The servants were busy putting up Spring Festival couplets and hanging red lanterns, and the masters of the Jiang family were not much better, they had to chop wood, cook, and clean the house themselves.

After a simple lunch at noon, many women in the village who were on good terms with Zhang Jinlan came to her house in the afternoon, bringing ingredients for making egg dumplings.

A dozen old women gathered in the kitchen, chatting and making egg dumplings.

Jiang Fubao didn't go out to play again in the afternoon.

She brought a small stool and sat by the stove reading a book.

It's warm here, not cold at all.

There were a few small potatoes on the stove, and the aroma of the egg dumplings went straight into her nose.

"Grandma, let me try one." Jiang Fubao swallowed his saliva and raised his head and said.

"You little greedy cat, you can't eat this. The meat inside is not cooked yet. Wait until tomorrow New Year's Eve when grandma makes it. Then you can eat it, okay?" Zhang Jinlan replied with a smile.

"Okay, then I'll eat potatoes." Jiang Fubao picked out the potatoes with tongs, then took a bowl, put some chili powder and salt in it, made chili salt, and then added a little bit of sugar.

Peel the potatoes, dip them in some seasoning, and eat them. They are so delicious.

Now that he had something to eat, Jiang Fubao wasn't so greedy anymore.

While reading the storybook and eating potatoes, she listened to her aunt and grandmother chatting with the old women in the village, and all kinds of gossip came into her ears.

She couldn't even remember what was written in the storybook, but she kept the gossip in her mind.

"Mom, the meat filling is ready, it's time to fry the meatballs."

Zhang Yanzi, who had been chopping meat and making stuffing, brought a large basin and placed it on the stove.

Said to Zhang Jinlan.

"Yingqiu, don't make them anymore. Pingmei and I are happy with these egg dumplings. Go and fry the meatballs with Yanzi. Yanzi, have you tasted the saltiness? Remember not to make it too salty. Fubao can't eat it."

Zhang Jinlan instructed.

"It's not salty, mother. I've tasted it and it's just right. Fubao, add two sticks of firewood to the stove and turn up the fire. Put some oil in the pot."

After Zhang Yanzi finished speaking to her mother-in-law, she spoke to her daughter.

"Okay, mother." Jiang Fubao put the last potato into his mouth, and his cheeks immediately puffed up.

She put the bowl and the notebook on the ground, picked up two pieces of firewood and put them on the stove.

The technique is very skillful.

Don't be fooled by the fact that everyone calls her a miracle doctor or Dr. Jiang.

But at home, she still does the work she is supposed to do.

Occasionally, when she saw Xuehuan was not feeling well, she would even take a broom and clean the balcony outside her house.

Very down to earth.

The temperature of the oil in the pot began to rise as more firewood was added.

When it started to boil, Zhang Yanzi and Zhu Yingqiu started to make meat balls.

Then fry it in a pan.

The aroma of meatballs is far more overbearing than that of egg dumplings.

The glutton that had been swallowed by the potatoes was suddenly aroused again.

Jiang Fubao would occasionally look over to see if the meatballs in the pot were cooked.

"Here, Auntie fried you some small meatballs. You can't eat the big ones because they won't be fried thoroughly. Fubao, try it to see if it's salty enough. If it's too salty, Auntie will add some more salt to the meat filling."

Zhu Yingqiu used long chopsticks to pick up a small meatball that was half the size of an ordinary meatball, put it in Jiang Fubao's bowl, and said with a smile.

"Thank you, aunt." Jiang Fubao couldn't wait to stuff the meatballs into his mouth.

"Fragrant! So delicious! Not bland or salty at all, the meat filling my mother prepared is just right." Jiang Fubao gave a thumbs up.

Although the meatballs were very hot inside and made her grimace in pain, the taste was so good that she couldn't help but praise them.

"Kid, eat slowly. It's so hot. Don't burn your tongue. You silly boy." Zhang Yanzi scolded with a worried look on her face.

"Hehe." Jiang Fubao laughed guiltily.

When the weather gets cold, night comes especially early. As the sun sets, the women in the village also leave with their basins in their arms.

There are golden egg dumplings in the basin.

There is also a pot full of egg dumplings and meat balls on the stove at home.

Most of the remaining oil in the pot was poured out to be used for tomorrow's New Year's Eve dinner, and a small portion was used for cooking tonight.

Qian Xile and Wan Yu prepared dinner.

Both granddaughters-in-law are good cooks.

We cooked eight dishes and a soup, and the whole family sat in the main room to eat.

The servants went to Jiang Cheng and Jiang Meng's house in the backyard to eat together.

After eating and taking a bath, Jiang Fubao lay down in the warm quilt and went to sleep.

Early in the morning, she was awakened by the sound of voices in the yard.

"It's snowing. It's actually snowing. We can make a snowman today."

"I still like playing snowball fights. I want to go play snowball fights with Brother Dashan."

"Oh, it's snowing. It's snowing."

"..."

The voices of his brother, sister and nephew were mixed together, but Jiang Fubao could hear them clearly.

She lives with her family every day, and even if they don’t talk, she knows who is standing in front of her just by listening to the footsteps.

"Xue Huan, bring me my new clothes. I need to get dressed quickly and go out to enjoy the snow."

I thought it wouldn’t snow this year.

Jiang Fubao was also a little excited.

She loves snowy days the most, especially after playing snowball fights or building snowmen, she sits around the stove with her family, warming herself by the fire, drinking hot milk tea, and eating sweet persimmon cakes. It is such a happy time.

Not to mention that today is New Year's Eve.

There is a New Year's Eve dinner.

She ordered three dishes alone.

Jiang Fubao felt very hungry when thinking about the table full of delicious food.

After opening the clinic, the meals she ate were either cooked by her second sister or bought on the street.

Especially after the renovation of Yaoxiangshan Pavilion, my second sister returned home and basically bought her meals on the street. Only when there were fewer patients could she go home early in the evening to have dinner with her family.

Jiang Fubao still likes home-cooked meals the most because they have the taste of home.

"Miss, you must dress up beautifully today. This snowflake hairpin is just right for the occasion. Let me help you put it on." Xue Huan helped to fix her hair, helped Jiang Fubao put on her clothes, and took out another hairpin.

"Okay, you don't need to dress up too much in the village, but it's okay to wear a hairpin. Just this one, and don't bring the others. They will be too cumbersome when you play later."