MTL - Princess too Young, Prince too Old-Chapter 1180 Laba porridge
Tianding May 5th
Dragon Boat Festival.
Betty.
This is Ke Er's first time eating zongzi. Beidi has never had the custom of Dragon Boat Festival. Song Tongping is always busy. I can't remember these sub-years and festivals, so when he told him a few days ago that he was going to prepare for the Dragon Boat Festival, he still had a long time. When he looked back, he remembered it. I haven't even had the Dragon Boat Festival for more than two decades. For a moment, my heart was filled with emotion.
Ke'er heard of Zongzi, but he never ate it, so he was looking forward to it. For the first few days, she had been behind the auspicious ass, watching her prepare red dates, lotus seeds, bacon, red beans, etc. The little girl became more and more embarrassed as she looked. Harako flowed out. Jixiang looked funny and distressed, so yesterday Jixiang specially cooked her a pot of eight treasures, and the child nestled in front of the stove. "Gurugu" drank three bowls. Just put your belly on the ground before you put the chopsticks down. He was held back to rest in the backyard.
When Jixiang was washing the dishes in the kitchen, he heard footsteps from outside. She listened to the sound of the footsteps from far to near, and could not help turning the corners of her lips upward.
Her ears were flat. But the master of the footsteps could be clearly distinguished.
"Why did you wash the dishes yourself? Isn't frostbite so good?" Song Tong came into the kitchen smelling the scent, and came in joyfully. Unexpectedly, he saw auspicious standing at the table and hoped. Immediately frowned, "It's not that no one is hired, you don't always do this, and you don't feel tired."
"It's just a small bowl, I'm too lazy to ask someone to wash it," Jixiang lowered his head, and placed the porcelain bowl with his favorite bunny pattern on the table. He smiled at Song Tong and said, "Did you ever drink Babao porridge before? She drank three bowls just now. "
"Has Babao porridge?" Song Tong's eyes narrowed in surprise, he was too busy to walk over, opened the lid, and surely looked at Babao porridge with a small half pot, and was busy laughing with auspiciousness, "don't say it is a child Now, even I can drink three big bowls. "
"I know you love to drink this, and cook it much more," said Jixiang with a smile, while taking a bowl from the cabinet and filling Song Tong with a bowl of Babao porridge, he handed it to Song Tongdao, "Did you eat here or go?" The dining room? "
"Here it is, where does it take so much trouble?" Song Tong is an orthodox Dali scholar and has always believed in the "gentleman is far away from the kitchen", but recently he always likes to run to the kitchen, just staring at the stars in the stove. Fire, while talking to auspicious, while eating snacks, is a great enjoyment of life.
"Are you ordering some side dishes?" Jixiang asked, but without waiting for Song Tong's answer, he squatted down, and from the jar under the table, put two pickled side dishes on the stove and cut them again. A portion of the spicy intestines that had not been eaten during the day came over and said, "Is this really what Mr. Zhou sent from Sichuan?"
"Yes, it was done by sister Zhou Ran herself, but she was far away. It took at least one month on the road, she couldn't hold it, so she could only come here every winter. Every time Zhou Ran must have a brain. Sending tens of catties over, they can eat in the summer for the whole family, "Song Tong ate with a chopsticks, and said with emotion," For these years, Sister Zhou Ran did not know how many spicy sausages we made for our brothers. Then. "
"I used to eat it when I was in Beijing. I only knew that it was delivered by Sichuan. I thought it was a tribute. I didn't know it was made by Mr. Zhou's sister." Followed with emotion, "I heard that the female general is very legendary. This time in the battle of southern Xinjiang, she also made great contributions. I didn't know she still had this kind of thought. It is really rare to make so much wax every year."
