The Garden Life of a Little Gardener

Zhouquan slept very comfortably this time. When he woke up in the morning, Chef Bao had already had breakfast and went to Bao's old house to continue supervising work.

With a bird's nest on his head, Zhou Quan silently got up from the bed.

He vaguely felt that he seemed to have caused Fa Xiao a lot of trouble after drinking too much yesterday, but he couldn't remember exactly how he caused the trouble.

Rubbing his temples that were still aching, Zhouquan got up to tidy up the bedding and himself, put the bedding back in the cabinet, and after a brief wash, he came to the outhouse.

At this time, the outhouse is already full of umami. The mutton soup that has been stewed in the iron pot of the east house for nearly a day and night has been stewed to the extreme. The room froze.

Looking down at the stove in the east room, it was no surprise that there were still some large pieces of firewood stuffed inside. It seemed that Brother Baozhen was still not satisfied, and planned to stew for a while until the soup had absorbed all the mutton bones and meat. All the essence is boiled out.

After leaving the stove in the east room, Zhou Quan came to the iron pot in the west room again, lifted the lid of the pot and saw that it was the breakfast left for him by Fa Xiao.

Probably because he was in a hurry to go out, Chef Bao only cooked one dish for Zhouquan this morning.

But it's just this dish, but it's not perfunctory at all. The stir-fried dish has everything from vegetables, fungi, and meat.

Cucumbers, fungus, eggs, sliced ​​meat, and shredded onions, green, black, yellow, red, white, and five colors go into the five internal organs. They are both delicious and nutritious. Chef Bao is dedicated to his own hair.

Although Zhou Quan didn't know much about health preservation, he could still feel Fa Xiao's care for him.

Holding the dish with steamed buns in his mouth, and holding the chopsticks against the empty bowl, Zhou Quan happily carried his breakfast into the house.

Because he was the only one left to eat breakfast, Zhou Quan, who was too lazy to move the kang table, found a few leaflets that he picked up from the supermarket before, and put the dishes and rice bowls on them.

With one bite of steamed bun and one bite of dish, both sides of Zhou Quan's cheeks bulged out. Chef Bao's craftsmanship is really good. Even a stir-fry with simple knowledge can make different flavors.

This dish is actually not easy to cook, because there are too many ingredients, so special attention should be paid to the taste and heat.

If the flavors are not well integrated, or the heat is not controlled precisely enough, the dish will be completely ruined.

For example, eggs and cucumbers are things that need to be fried quickly. Once the heat is over, the eggs will become old and taste bad. Cucumbers will not only lose their crisp and tender taste, but also make too much soup on the bottom of the plate, indirectly The taste of other ingredients.

However, the fungus and sliced ​​meat must be fried, otherwise let alone the taste, whether it is safe or not.

The difference between raw and cooked is already very difficult to control, but onion is still a very flavorful and tempered ingredient. If it is used well, it will add to the icing on the cake, but if it is not used well, it will ruin everything.

Chef Bao controls everything just right. The cucumbers are fresh and crispy, the eggs are tender and smooth, the fungus and meat are freshly cooked, the meat is tender and the fungus is chewy, with more firewood and less raw, which is used for seasoning The onion makes the rest of the ingredients only have aroma and no smell.

The appetizing and nutritious stir-fry completely conquered Zhou Quan's appetite. He ate the whole plate of stir-fried vegetables with only one steamed bun.

Rubbing his swollen belly, Zhouquan lay on his back on the heated kang, looking at the drawer of the cabinet not far away, thinking whether to go and find some Jianweixiaoshi tablets and eat them.

But after thinking about it later, he felt that Jianweixiaoshi tablets should not be as fast as labor to digest food, so he simply got up and asked someone to help him carry the plastic film and sunshade net, planning to go to the flower shed to start work in advance.

Cousin Wen Li, who was working in the morning and afternoon, was pulled over by him as expected, Bao Erlong, who was well-informed, also volunteered, the eldest cousin, his aunt and his wife followed his son out, and finally even the aunt put on a straw hat to express her willingness to help He pulls the plastic wrap.

Zhou Quan was frightened by his aunt's knees and almost fell to the ground. He found a clean place and invited her to the old man, saying that she only needs to give verbal instructions, and leave the rest to them, young and strong. of.

Pulling the plastic film and sunscreen for the greenhouse is a job that requires both physical strength and technology. If it is not done well or pulled correctly, it will cause a lot of trouble when the greenhouse is used in the future.

It has been seven or eight years since Zhouquan has not done farm work in the field. Fortunately, his uncle's family is good at taking care of the land. With their help, Zhouquan's four flower sheds were all covered in one morning. complete.

He casually touched the sweat on his face, but when he looked up, he saw Bao Erlong not far away, pointing at his face and laughing wildly.

For some reason, Zhou Quan thought that something was on Jai's face, and then he touched it a few more times, but the more he touched it, the more he smiled.

Not only he, but also Chen Wenli joined in, and kept meowing towards Zhouquan.

In the end, the little aunt who was sitting by the side fanning the cattail fan reminded him: "Quan, don't touch it, your hands are full of dirt from working, and it turns into mud when you wipe it on your face. Now your long face , almost catching up with the colorful faces on the stage."

Hearing this, Zhou Quan pulled his shirt to wipe his face, but he was reluctant to part with the clothes, so he put it down and comforted himself: "Anyway, your face is already like this, so don't put your clothes on."

But being ridiculed and not retaliating is not a thoughtful temper.

He seemed to be casually walking to the two young children with his hands behind his back, and wiped his face with one hand while they were not paying attention.

Zhouquan turned around and ran away after finishing his bad deeds. The other two people who were suddenly attacked were stunned for a moment, and then chased after him screaming.

Three young men in their twenties, chasing each other all over the mountains and plains, you wiped me one after another, and soon lost their human appearance.

The cousin pinched her waist and stretched out her hand, pointed at the three dejected mud monkeys and said, "Are you all grown up? Why are you still like a child? Go down to the river and wash, clean up and come back."

The three people who were trained did not dare to refute the words, and obediently lined up to the foot of the mountain. A small stream here is the source of the small river in the village.

When the three of them were squatting on the edge of the stream holding water to wash their faces, Bao Yan, a fat boy from the Bao family, came over, and when he saw them, he hurriedly said what he had brought: "Brother Ah Quan, Brother Er Long Brother Wen Li, Brother Ah Huang asked me to come over and tell you that you have to go to the second floor for lunch at noon."

Speaking of that, the fat boy raised his head and glanced at the flower shed on the top of the mountain. Obviously, the one among you is not just talking about Zhou Quan and them.

Hearing this, Zhou Quan said he understood, and waved the little fatty back. The three guys who finally washed their faces went back to the top of the mountain.

On the side of the flower shed, the uncle of the Chen family has carefully inspected all the flower sheds of the Zhou family. After confirming that there is no negligence, he plans to take people home for lunch.

Unexpectedly, before he could speak, Zhou Quan who came up said first, "Cousin, aunt, auntie, come to my place for lunch at noon."

The uncle, who knew his nephew's culinary skills very well, snorted and asked, "What should I eat at your place? Instant noodles or frozen food? Your uncle has a bad stomach recently, and the kind of food that is not easy to digest should be free." Alright."

Speaking of picking up the farm tools, the uncle of the Chen family wanted to go straight down the mountain and go home.

Knowing that his cousin likes mutton soup, Zhouquan deliberately didn't say anything, until the other party passed by him, he seemed to say regretfully: "Oh, Brother Baoyan has been stewing the mutton soup for a day and a night, and my cousin really doesn't intend to taste it. Have a taste?"

The uncle with the rope on his back stopped immediately when he heard the words, stepped back a few steps and came to Zhou Quan's side and asked, "What did you just say?"

"Brother Baoyan stewed the mutton soup yesterday. It is said to be free-range young rams, about ten months old. The mutton soup has been rolling in the pot all night. When I woke up this morning, it was full of fragrance. Just now Bao Yan came over and asked us to eat, it must be that the mutton soup is ready."

The big cousin's eyes immediately became a little straight when he heard the words. It was Bao's mutton soup. He hadn't had a chance to drink it for more than ten years, and his mouth was watering just thinking about it.

But he has already said what he said just now, wouldn't it be embarrassing to take it back now?

The entangled uncle was torn between the mutton soup and his face, and finally the steaming bowl of mutton soup in his mind defeated his own face.

"Ahem, I just remembered that there seems to be no food in the house, and I have to rekindle the fire when I get back, or I can go to your house to have a bite."

Several young people pursed their lips and giggled when they saw the village head stuttering, and my aunt silently rolled her eyes at her man.

Only my aunt looked at her son with disdain, shaking her cattail fan.

Hey, he's in his teens, and he's still like a child. Ah Quan's blunt mouth problem must have been picked up from his cousin.