Chapter 202: Steamed Bun with Meat

Su Qingmei took the children to the bamboo forests at the foot of the mountain to find bamboo fungus and dig bamboo shoots. Xiaobao followed the boys to chase bamboo rats and had a lot of fun.

No one picked bamboo fungus. Although it was not the most vigorous spring, there were still many in the bamboo forest.

The girl had been working with the adults at home since she was a child. She was nimble and could find bamboo fungus by peeling bamboo leaves.

This job really needs to be done by the little kids. The adults are too tall and they have to bend over and over again. I am afraid their waists can't stand it. When people are tired, they won't look for things carefully.

And adults are heavy-handed, not as light-handed as the little kids.

After Su Qingmei taught them once, the girls picked bamboo fungus with the bottom cords and the black caps on the top removed.

The remaining mushroom skirts and stems were very clean, without even a bit of mud, and the stems were not torn off.

They were clean and beautiful, and were placed in the basket one by one. After a while, they had collected several baskets.

The boys were also very enthusiastic in catching bamboo rats and digging bamboo shoots. They caught more than ten bamboo rats and dug a pile of bamboo shoots, like a small mountain.

If Su Qingmei hadn't said that they would keep the bamboos to grow in the spring and plant them, I'm afraid the boys would have dug a lot more.

At Shen time, Su Qingmei decided to take the children back to the village.

The children were still reluctant to leave and had a lot of fun. Xiaobao was covered in mud and his face was dirty like a cat. He also held the bamboo and refused to go back.

After being scolded by Su Qingmei, he had to follow her to the village with a pouty mouth.

Su Qingmei coaxed the children and said that she would make delicious food for them, and the children followed her down the mountain with drooling.

The women who drove the mountains had not yet gone down the mountain, and the children all came to Su Qingmei's house holding bamboo shoots and bamboo rats.

Su Qing'an instructed the children to clean bamboo fungus and peel bamboo shoots.

She was worried when she saw bamboo rats.

She didn't know how to do it, and she didn't dare to do it.

Fortunately, the half-grown children in the village had already become the head of the family, and several boys volunteered to catch a dozen bamboo rats to deal with.

Su Qing'an was relieved and planned to let them eat more later.

Lu and Ruyi followed the women who drove into the mountains and never came back. Su Qing'an decided to show her skills to the children today.

Although Su Qing'an had never cooked since Lu's mother and daughter came to her, her cooking skills were still good. She was more willing to use various seasonings than Lu's mother and daughter.

Today's dinner was absolutely fresh. It was the harvest in the mountains today. Braised bamboo shoots, bamboo rat meat stewed with fresh bamboo shoots, bamboo fungus shoots soup, simple, but the dozen children ate it so deliciously.

Everyone had a round belly.

"Xiaobao, your family's food is so delicious!"

More than a dozen children nodded: "Yes. Xiaobao, your mother's cooking is so delicious. It would be great if we could eat it every meal!"

"I also want to eat it every meal. My mother's cooking is not delicious at all."

"Then let's go dig bamboo shoots and catch bamboo rats for Aunt Su tomorrow and let her help cook, how about that?"

The children thought they were talking quietly, but Su Qingmei heard it all.

I couldn't help but laugh.

One meal won the hearts of a group of children.

When Su Qingmei and the children were eating fragrant bamboo shoots, drinking bamboo fungus soup that was so fresh that eyebrows would fall off, and eating bamboo rat meat that was full of oil, Lu Bocheng was also eating.

It was just two gray steamed buns as big as fists, plus a bowl of clear soup without oil or vegetable leaves, like boiled water, which was his dinner.

Lü Bocheng took two steamed buns from the kitchen, made a bowl of soup, poured the soup into a bamboo tube, and carried it up to the tower.

The weather was getting colder. The wind from the border hurt people's faces.

Lü Bocheng sat down at the battlement on the tower, leaning against the wall and looking outside the wall. There was a wilderness in front of him, with few trees, all desert. From time to time, a strong wind blew, rolling up dust and blowing in his face.

A few dozen miles further ahead, it was the territory of Tubo.

Tubo was now fighting internally and had no time to challenge them, so he was able to calm down for a while.

Lü Bocheng leaned against the battlement, one leg bent and the other leg stretched forward. There was no light in his eyes, only the desert all over the sky.

The bamboo tube was placed beside him. He took a gray steamed bun and took a bite from time to time, looking in the direction of Tubo in front. The other steamed bun was put in his arms. He was going to take it out after eating the one in his hand.

Otherwise, it would become hard when the wind blew. The cheeks hurt from chewing.

There were footsteps, and Lü Bocheng tilted his head. Seeing that it was Gou Wa, his eyes moved back.

"General, you're just eating this?" Gou Wa looked at him with some distress.

"How can I be a general?" Lü Bocheng didn't look at him, and stuffed the gray steamed bun in his hand into his mouth and took a bite.

Gou Wa felt uncomfortable.

He sat down beside him blankly: "I like to call you general. You will always be Gou Wa's general."

He looked at his hand and became excited again: "General, I brought you meat! Look, there are several slices! It's greasy, you must like it!"

Lü Bocheng only took a look and didn't take it: "You eat it."

"I have it, this is for you."

As he said this, he tried to snatch the steamed bun from his hand, but Lü Bocheng dodged and didn't let him snatch it.

Gou Wa took the opportunity to take out another one from his arms, broke it into two halves, sandwiched a few large slices of meat in it, and handed it to him.

"Here, General, eat it. It's delicious. You work so hard guarding the city wall, how can you not eat something oily?"

It has only been a short time, and he has lost so much weight. His face is cracked by the wind, and blood can be seen.

Lü Bocheng looked at the steamed bun raised to his mouth, with greasy meat in the middle, and the oil was flowing onto the bun.

He sighed, thinking that it must be Gou Wa who saved his share.

"General, you eat it. I have no shortage of meat with you."

Lü Bocheng thought about it and took it.

Gou Wa was very happy to see him take it, and took the half-eaten bun he had eaten, broke it in half, and put the meat in it. He was going to pass it to him after he finished eating.

The two sat at the battlement of the city wall. Gou Wa watched Lü Bocheng finish the two buns silently, and raised his mouth.

He restrained his expression again and asked him: "General, why don't you want to be your personal soldier? If you were your personal soldier, you wouldn't have to go to the city wall to blow the wind and eat dirt."

Lü Bocheng said in a light tone: "Someone has to guard the city."

But why is it you.

You are the general who leads the army, you shouldn't come to guard the city wall. Gou Wa felt very uncomfortable.

The two of them fell silent again. They both felt uncomfortable.

Suddenly Gou Wa slapped his head: "Oh, I almost forgot something important."

Lü Bocheng looked at him.

"General, there is a letter for you!"

My letter! Lü Bocheng immediately became excited.

Gou Wa took out a thick letter from his arms and gave it to Lü Bocheng.

Lü Bocheng quickly took it and looked at the familiar handwriting on the envelope, and his eyes immediately became wet.

He stared at it for a long time, touched it again and again, and his hands were shaking so much that he couldn't open it.

"General, don't you want to open it and take a look?"

Lü Bocheng wiped away a tear. He turned his back and opened the letter with shaking hands.

Gou Wa muttered dissatisfiedly: "I can't read." Why did you do it behind my back.

Sad.

Why didn't anyone write to him? I don't know if my family is doing well. Gou Wa looked at the wilderness in front of the city wall and felt a little lost.

After a while, Lu Bocheng had finished reading the letter and was holding it in his hands, tears streaming down his face.