Chapter 13 Sweet Potato Porridge

Every year, part of the rations must be sold for Bai Xiaofeng to buy pen and ink and study. As a result, the Bai family's rations are very tight.

And Uncle Hu's family only has two acres of land. Although there are only two people in the family, there is enough food, but if they can't keep enough, they need to buy more things.

She sighed, first set the stove on fire, then boiled a pot of water, washed two handfuls of rice and threw them into the pot.

After adding more firewood to the kitchen, she walked out of the kitchen and asked Hu Feng, who was standing under the eaves drying clothes, "Hu Feng, where are our dishes?"

Hu Feng glanced back at her, and pointed to a pile of black lumps in the corner of the kitchen.

Is this a dish? She took one out of the corner and asked Hu Feng, "What kind of dish is this?"

Hu Feng ignored her and went straight into the house.

Hey! Is this guy a dumbass?

She washed the black pimples, and the skin was really rough, so she peeled it off with a knife. After peeling the skin, a fragrance penetrated into the nose, and the smell was very similar to the smell of sweet potatoes.

She cut a small piece and tasted it, and it was exactly the same as a sweet potato, but for some reason the skin of the potato was so dark and ugly.

It's easy to have sweet potatoes, and it's not just rice soup.

She washed a few sweet potatoes again, peeled them off, cut them into small pieces, and threw them into a pot of freshly boiled water to cook with porridge.

Sweet potato porridge, she used to like it very much. It is sweet and soft, and it is easy to be full. It is most suitable for the poor.

Half an hour later, she put the fragrant sweet potato porridge on the table. After adding sweet potatoes to the porridge with less rice and more soup, it became very thick, and it looked very appetizing. Coupled with this fragrant smell, it made people feel good. I couldn't help but move my index finger.

Before Uncle Hu went to the house to call for dinner, Hu Feng came out by himself, and when he saw the sweet potato porridge on the table, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Bai Zhi.

Hu Bo smiled and said: "This lump can still be eaten like this. In the past, we used to boil it with water and eat it."

"Pimple? Isn't this a sweet potato? Why do you call him Pimple?" Bai Zhi looked curious.

Hu Bo doubted: "So this thing is called sweet potato? We also ate it for the first time. It was dug by Hu Feng from the mountains. , I've eaten it and it's fine, I'm relieved."

They didn't even know it was a sweet potato. . .

When she just picked up the sweet potato, she saw that the sweet potato on the bottom seemed to have green sprouts, and said again: "This can be grown by yourself, I see two sprouts in the kitchen, and they will be in the yard tomorrow. If you dig out a piece of land and plant it, the fruit will drop after two or three months, and you don’t need to fertilize frequently, so it’s easy to grow and live.”

Uncle Hu's eyes lit up as soon as he heard it, and smiled: "It's good to be brave. After planting the peanut field tomorrow, I will go to the yard to dig the ground. "

Hu Feng stared at the porridge in front of him and said, "Can we have dinner?" Smelling the aroma, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily.

I did a day of farm work during the day, and I didn't eat at noon, so I just waited for the meal at night.

Uncle Hu hurriedly said: "I'm going to eat, I've been hungry for a long time and my chest is on my back."

Except for Angelica, it was their first time to eat sweet potato porridge. The sweet and glutinous taste made Uncle Hu smile.

A pot of porridge was quickly eaten, Zhao Lan and Bai Zhi deliberately ate less, after all, it was someone else's house, and they were two big men who had been hungry for a day.