After a simple rebirth

Fu Ying first found her package, sorted out her things, and took out what she needed.

But Fu Ying was a little confused and didn't know where to start.

The Fu family still uses a traditional large wooden cabinet to store things. It is not a wardrobe, but a rectangular integrated cabinet that looks like a large vat. It is 1.3 meters high and has no partitions or small doors. Once things are put in, it is like being locked and difficult to take out.

It’s okay to put winter quilts and unused things there, but if it’s daily things or things that you use a little more, it can drive you crazy every time you try to find them.

Fu Ying felt that she should ask her mother for a ladder-style desk, which is more practical. Fu Ying also wanted to have an exclusive study space. She didn't expect a dedicated room, but the space was still acceptable.

I had to pile my things next to the bed and go to the kitchen with kitchen utensils.

After entering the house and putting away her things, there was only one relative left, and Fu Ying didn't know what to call her.

"This is your sister, from the Wang family at the intersection. Just call her sister when you see her." Mother Fu knew that her daughter didn't know many of her relatives in her hometown, so she took the initiative to speak.

"Hello, sister!" Fu Ying greeted.

"Sister, are you in high school?" The sister also responded, not knowing what to ask her so she asked her about her studies.

"Yes, the first year of high school has started." Fu Ying replied.

Fu Ma added coal to the stove, the fire was quite big, she put a kettle on it to boil water, and then asked Fu Ying,

"Fu Ying, what do you want to eat for lunch today?"

"Rice noodles." Speaking of food from her hometown, this is the first thing that comes to Fu Ying's mind. It has been a long time since she last had rice noodles from her hometown.

Fu's mother asked her to go to the workshop on the slope to buy rice noodles for 15 yuan, and she herself prepared to go to Fu's second aunt's house to get some sauerkraut, and then go to the garden to pick some onions.

Fu Ying was walking on the road with the money in her hand. She met some familiar relatives, but she couldn't call them by name, so she ignored them and pretended not to see them and was thinking about something.

The rice noodles in Fu Ying's hometown are not the famous Yunnan cross-bridge rice noodles, which do not use chicken soup or tomatoes as the soup base, but beef sour soup rice noodles. There is no beef at home, so it is just a simple pickled cabbage rice noodles.

Rice noodles are not industrial processed products bought at supermarkets, but handmade rice noodles bought from private workshops. They are chewier and tastier. The same goes for noodles. People don’t buy egg noodles, but handmade noodles. The width can be chosen. Fu Ying likes wide noodles the most, which are about the width of a person’s middle finger.

Fu Ying remembers that in the second year of dating Zhang Zun, they went from a long-distance relationship to working in the same city and planning to live together. Fu Ying knew her parents were more traditional and were afraid of getting pregnant before marriage, so she decided to tell her parents that she was dating and bring Zhang Zun back to meet her parents during the Chinese New Year.

I stayed back for a week. My family happened to be busy repairing the pigpen, so Zhang Zun cooked or we ate casually. It was only on New Year's Eve that Fu's father cooked and we had a more sumptuous meal.

Fu Ying always wanted to eat the rice noodles from her hometown but never had the chance.

While waiting for the train to the high-speed rail station, there happened to be a beef rice noodle shop next to them. As they had not eaten yet, Zhang Zun was afraid of missing the train, and Fu Ying insisted on eating rice noodles. In the end, they went in and ate a large bowl of beef rice noodles, and Zhang Zun ate a bowl of pickled cabbage fried rice.

After eating, Fu Ying felt that her trip home did not leave any regrets.

While thinking about this, we arrived at the workshop.

This workshop has been around for many years. Fu Ying remembers that her family bought rice noodles and noodles here. Every time she passed by, she could see the machine pressing out long noodles, which were then cut into thin pieces with a knife and then hung on the rack at the door to dry.

"Boss, I want 15 yuan worth of rice noodles!" Fu Ying shouted to the busy man.

"Okay, 15 yuan, right?" the boss asked for confirmation.

"Yes, 15." Fu Ying nodded.

"Okay, you are Zhao Feifei's daughter, right?" the boss handed over the rice noodles and asked.

"Yes, I'm her youngest daughter." Fu Ying took the rice noodles and was not surprised at all that others recognized her.

First, she has a mother who is a community cow. There are few people in the whole village and the neighboring village who don’t know her mother. Secondly, she looks very much like her mother. When people see her, they don’t know who she is, but they will definitely ask if she is Zhao Feifei’s daughter. Fu Ying is really used to it.

"Is your mother back?" the boss asked again.

"Arrived last night." Fu Ying nodded.

The boss finally stopped asking questions and Fu Ying hurried home.

When she got home, Fu's mother was pouring hot water into a big pot. When she saw Fu Ying coming back, she asked Fu Ying to give her the rice noodles. Fu's mother, also known as Zhao Feifei, put the rice noodles on the chopping board and cut them into pieces about the length of a chopstick. She cut three pieces, which was probably enough to eat, and put them in the pot to cook, and then put the rest in the cupboard.

Fu's mother asked Fu Ying to wash the pickled cabbage and cut it into strips. Fu Ying took the long pickled cabbage and rinsed it under the tap a few times to make sure there was no sand.

The pickled cabbage here is not made of Chinese cabbage or Chinese cabbage, but a kind of vegetable that I can't name. Anyway, it is called cabbage, but its scientific name is definitely not it. It is probably an enlarged version of the high mountain baby cabbage sold in supermarkets, three times the size, both in length and thickness.

It is not white at all, but the green color of lettuce. The edges of the leaves are a little serrated, but not sharp and will not scratch people.

The pickling method seems to be different from that in the north.

To pickle sauerkraut here, we wash it clean of mud and sand, blanch it in boiling water for two minutes, then take it out, put it in a jar and add old water to ferment. No salt or other things are added, and the taste is only sour.

For example, now, when you wash the sauerkraut that has been pickled for a long time, you can smell the sour taste, but it is sour but not smelly.

Fu Ying cut it into thin strips, then rolled it into a large ball with her hands, squeezing out the sour juice of the sauerkraut, leaving only the aroma of the sauerkraut.

The chopped sauerkraut was given to Fu Ma, who put the iron pot on the stove, poured in the borrowed lard to heat it up, added the sauerkraut to stir-fry until it was fragrant, then added onions, chili powder and other ingredients, then poured in boiling water and waited for the soup to boil.

When eating rice noodles here, the soup and rice noodles are cooked separately. The soup is served according to the number of people, and then you can pick up as much rice noodles as you want to eat.

Mrs. Fu has already cooked the rice noodles and put them aside. Now we can eat them after the soup is cooked.

While serving the soup, Fu's mother asked Fu Ying to wake Fu Zhe up.

Fu Ying ran over and shook Fu Zhe to wake him up using the same method that Teacher Ma used. After making sure that Fu Zhe was up, she went back to the kitchen.

Another relative came, and my second aunt also came. Aunt Fu asked them to eat together, but they said they had already eaten at home.

Fu Ma and Fu Ying each held a large bowl to pick up rice noodles.

Fu Ying likes the soup to just cover the rice noodles. If there is too much soup, the soup will taste bland, and if there is too little, it will be gone after just a few bites.

Fu Ying also sprinkled some chopped green onions and coriander, this is the soul!

Then take a bite of the rice noodles, it’s super delicious!

Although it is definitely not as delicious as what is sold in restaurants, this is the delicacy of my hometown in my memory, and the taste is authentic.

Fu Ying, who rarely eats fast, finished one bowl, then went to get another and added some soup.

"This little girl is quite a eater!" said Fu Ergu as she looked at Fu Ying's second bowl.

"She has always liked eating rice noodles." Fu's mother continued.

Fu Ying smiled and said nothing, continuing to eat the delicious food.