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"Here we come, mother."

Hongguo responded and walked out of the kitchen.

Malanhua was a little surprised. When did Hongguo go to the kitchen?

Hongguo glared at Qiqi, then turned and went into the main room to clean up the dishes.

Qiqi entered the kitchen.

This is a typical rural kitchen, with a white wooden door that has been used for who knows how many years, dirty and worn. An earthen stove is against the north wall, with a wooden block for a fireman to sit on at the door, and a small mountain of firewood behind it, which takes up half of the room.

There is a large water tank in the northwest corner, next to it is a chopping board, next to the chopping board is a white wooden shelf, on which are placed bowls, dishes, pickles, etc.

The dinner was extremely simple. The red taro, freshly taken out of the cellar, was washed and cleaned without peeling, and put into a large iron pot. Half a pot of water was added and the fire was turned on to simmer. When the water boiled, a pot of red taro dough was put on.

About 20 minutes after the water boiled, when the steamed buns were cooked, Qiqi put some peppers, white sesame seeds, and salt in a bowl, then opened the pot, poured the boiling water into the bowl, put some white flour, and stirred vigorously with chopsticks. In the 1970s and 1980s, white flour was extremely rare in rural areas. Each person in the team was only given more than 30 kilograms of wheat per year. White flour was too expensive. So few people made white flour buns to eat. Making it into pepper paste was a common way to eat it.

After stirring, put it into the pot, cover it, and continue to cook for a few minutes. Turn off the heat and cover it for a while. The red taro will be soft, the steamed bun will be chewy, and the pepper paste will be starchy.

The rice was ready. Qiqi peeled off the red taro flour cake and put it into the sorghum basket. She scooped the red taro rice into the yellow basin (in the 1970s and 1980s, every family in the rural areas of the north had a huge bowl for kneading dough, which was called the yellow basin).

Qiqi took a few sour beans from the pickle jar, chopped them up with a knife, and then cut seven or eight chili peppers. Put them together, dripped two drops of sesame oil, and dripped two drops of sesame oil into the pepper paste. Then brought it into the main room.

The pepper paste is spicy and fragrant. Hong Guo can't eat spicy food, but today he ate three red taro flour cakes in one go with the pepper paste.

"Mom, the beans smell so good today."

Four-year-old Liang Xiaoshou took a bite of the pancake and then ate a mouthful of beans.

"is it?"

Malanhua picked up some beans with chopsticks and took a bite. The taste...

"Mom, sesame oil?"

Hong Guo suddenly cried out,

"There's sesame oil in the pepper paste, and there's sesame oil in the pickled cabbage?"

"You prodigal son, who told you to put so much sesame oil?"

In the 1970s and 1980s, there was often only one bottle of sesame oil in the sesame oil bottle in the countryside. When cooking a pot of rice, people would just dip the tip of their chopsticks in a little, so there was no way they could drip so much sesame oil.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Qiqi was eating when she was suddenly hit by her chopsticks.

"I put too much oil today."

Qiqi swallowed the red taro flour bun in her mouth. She glared at Hongguo and added sesame oil. She should have known it in the first bite, but Hongguo ate three buns before she said it. Was it obvious that she had bad intentions?

"You have—"

Malanhua suddenly stopped talking, with a smile on her face.

"Just put it in. We are a small family and cannot afford so much oil. Don't put it in anymore in the future."

If it were in the past, no matter what Qiqi said, she would definitely not be able to avoid the beating. Not only would she be beaten, but she would also be scolded.

Malanhua just habitually knocked Qiqi with a chopstick, and now this girl can't be hit easily. Don't let her get angry and ruin her business.

Qiqi sneered in her heart, "You are a bitch who was born by a mother but not raised by one." This is a phrase that the stepmother always said. She scolded her several times every day. She got used to it.