Whose farming family has the male protagonist giving three piglets as a gift at the beginning?

"As long as you can eat, that's okay! As long as you can eat!" Mr. Su breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's eat."

Only Su Zimu, who had just crawled back from the edge of death, began to think about eating again, "Sister, remember to stir-fry this mushroom tomorrow to soothe my injured heart."

Su Ziling: "..."

"Aren't you afraid of making trouble?"

Su Zimu rolled his eyes. He knew that Su Ziling had just deliberately scared him, "You're not dead yet, so what am I afraid of? Anyway, you eat more than me. If you eat in front of me, even if you die, you will die first."

Mr. Su spoke again, "Let's eat. I won't go picking tea tomorrow, but I guess your third uncle and the others will send sweet potatoes, and they will have to grind them again."

Su Ziling said softly, "Yes", "They were sorting and washing them when I went there today. They will probably deliver them tomorrow."

The plan couldn't keep up with the change. On May 16th, the summer solstice, I woke up in the morning and the sky was dark. Dark clouds were pressing on the top of the mountain, as if they were about to fall.

"It's going to rain. Put away everything that needs to be collected." Mr. Su glanced at the mountain opposite and began to collect things.

Hearing the rain, the whole family started to move. The clothes hanging in the yard, the fungi dried yesterday, and the tea leaves fried last night, especially tea leaves, are very precious. They cannot touch even a little bit of water, otherwise they will all be destroyed. broken.

As soon as I finished collecting my things, I saw a foggy area on the mountain not far away, and it started to rain.

All the leaves were placed in the kitchen. Looking at the leaves in the kitchen, Mr. Su sighed, "Put them away for now. Throw them away if you can't use them."

"It's okay, let's make some, eat some for ourselves, and give some to my second uncle and his family, as well as Aunt Ji's family, third uncle, and fourth uncle. If we give more to each family, we will eat it in our stomachs, so it's not a waste." Su Ziling Very optimistic.

These are just leaves. If the tofu cannot be sold if it rains, it would be a waste.

Besides, when the rain falls, those trees will take out new leaves.

Hearing what she said, the haze that shrouded everyone's hearts finally dissipated. Since they make tofu every day, they naturally feel sorry for these leaves and fear they will be wasted.

A steady drizzle accompanied by a gentle breeze.

Mr. Su breathed a sigh of relief, "This crop has been saved."

The temperature is extremely low when it rains. There is a fire pit in the kitchen, and everyone gathers around here to warm themselves up.

"Ah Qing, what are you going to do with those fungi? It's raining now and I'm afraid they won't dry out. I guess they may go bad tomorrow." Su's mother looked distressed. After all, the soup made by the fungi is really delicious.

"Boil a pot of water, scald the fungi, take them out, and roast them in the pot." Su Ziling said and got up to do it.

In the previous life, her grandma taught her this, not to use fire, but to use charcoal, roast it slowly, and turn it over frequently, so that it would dry out and the taste would be similar.

"Is it possible? I'm afraid it's hard to control the fire, right?" Su's mother said this, but her hands were already lighting the fire.

"It's okay. I'll take out the firewood when the water boils. I'll scald the mushrooms and put them in the pot to roast. When the stove hole is no longer warm, I'll just shovel some charcoal from the fire pit and roast it slowly. It'll be almost the same in the evening. Done."

While the water was boiling in the pot, Su Ziling took a look at the baking powder she had made from cornmeal two days ago. It was ready for use. "Dad, please help me grind some wheat flour. Let's steam some steamed buns to eat today."

"This is good!" Su Zimu looked at her, "Sister, let me tell you, this steamed bun must match the mushrooms fried yesterday. It will be absolutely delicious!"

Su Ziling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I understand."

The water in the kettle was already boiling, and Mr. Su brought a basin to make tofu.

"I'll do it, Grandpa!" Su Zizhong took the stick and started pounding the leaves.

There wasn't much to do on a rainy day, but everyone found something to do.

Su A'nai and Bai Wei were making clothes, Su's father was grinding flour, Su Zizhong was making tofu, and Su Ziling and Su's mother were blanching mushrooms.

All of a sudden, the kitchen was very busy.

Su's father worked very quickly. He ground the dough twice and the dough was very fine. Su Ziling kneaded the dough with yeast powder and put it on the stove to ferment.

The higher the temperature on the stove, the faster fermentation will occur.

She blanched the mushrooms and took them out, setting them aside to drain. She also had to cook some corn paste, so I was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear the steamed buns alone.

Not to mention, it had been a long time since she had eaten corn mush, and she actually felt a little bit greedy when she tried making it again.

This time, the corn paste used to make the corn paste is ground with water. It is thinner than the one I ate before. It used to make my throat irritated, but now the cooked corn is fragrant and silky.

After the polenta was ready, she took it out and put it in another pot to warm. She cut the sausage and braised pork into a large bowl and put it in the pot to warm while she went to select the mushrooms.

She didn't trust them to make this stuff. After dinner last night, she told them that no one should touch it or speculate on it, just leave it to her to make.

The dried peppers that were also made were green in her hands. When she cut them, the whole family watched. But as the color of the mushrooms gradually turned green, their expressions slowly changed from excitement to anxiety.

"Is it okay to eat this thing?"

"Doesn't it look like it's not poisonous?"

Finally, looking at the dark cutting board with green hands, everyone began to hesitate.

Su Zimu: "Sister, are you sure this is the fungus I ate yesterday? This shai doesn't even match it!"

"You'll know when I fry it!" There are three essential ingredients for stir-frying: more oil, more chili and garlic, and stir-frying over high heat.

"Mommy, want high heat." She put oil in the pot, sautéed the chili and garlic, then poured the green onion directly into it. With a sound of "Sec", the pot steamed up and the kitchen was filled with smoke.

As the mushrooms were stir-fried, the mushrooms gradually faded and the fragrance spread. "It's faded, it's faded. It's really the same as yesterday!" Su Zimu didn't take a step away, just stood there and waited.

After the mushrooms came out of the pot, she looked at the risen dough and said, "Xiao Qing, why did this dough get bigger?"

Although the noodles were a little yellow, the size had more than doubled, and Su's mother was full of surprise.

"With baking powder added, the steamed buns will be soft and soft, and will not look hard."

A large fire was burning in the stove, and the steamed buns were steamed for fifteen minutes before being ready.

There is no steamer at home, so Su Ziling uses a sieve to steam. Add water to the pot, put two sticks on it, put the sieve on the sticks, and the sieve cannot touch the water. Put the kneaded steamed buns directly on it and steam it, which is convenient and fast. .

Lifting the lid of the pot, bursts of white steam dispersed, and the fragrance of the steamed buns in the pot instantly filled the air.

When they saw the size of the steamed buns clearly, they were all shocked and speechless. They had also bought steamed buns before, but they were not this big. Moreover, they watched the steamed buns being put into the pot. When they put them down, they were about the size of a duck egg. The pot became as big as a fist.

Moreover, when you take a bite, it is soft and sweet, and your mouth is full of fragrance.

Everyone looked at each other, was this still the steamed buns they had eaten?

Before they fell into poverty, their family would occasionally go to the county to buy steamed buns to eat. Although the steamed buns at the market were softer than the ones they made themselves, they were definitely not like today.

ps: (More? So much less, woo woo woo woo woo)