Chapter 93 Dumplings

Bai Zhi sat down beside her, took her hand, and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: "Mother, don't you believe me? Our life will get better and better in the future. These two hundred taels of silver are just the beginning. , I will make more money and let you live a really good life, what is a mere pair of clothes?"

Zhao Lan was very moved and held her daughter's hand tightly: "Okay, good daughter, if you have this heart, mother will be satisfied."

The next morning, Bai Zhi got up early, washed up and went to the Hu's house in front to make breakfast. When Zhao Lan arrived, the fragrant white porridge and side dishes were already on the table.

Hu Bole's eyes narrowed into a slit: "Girl Zhi's craftsmanship is really good. The same white porridge, you cook it is extraordinarily fragrant, and you will be hungry if you smell it."

Bai Zhi set the table and chopsticks. Seeing that Hu Feng never came out of the house, she asked curiously, "Where has Hu Feng gone? Every time the meal is opened, he always comes to the table on time. Why is he missing today?"

Hu Bo smiled and said: "He said he wants to go to town with you, he will go to Lao Li to rent an ox cart, he doesn't like crowding with people, in order to prevent Lao Li from pulling others, he can only rent it. "

Bai Zhi said: "He's really weird. It's so lively when he squeezes, and he can talk to relieve boredom."

Huber shook his head: "You don't know his temperament. He never likes dealing with strangers, he doesn't like talking to strangers, and he hates strangers approaching him even more."

Bai Zhi thought of Hu Feng's icy face, and shrugged: "Maybe he used to have such a personality, and he can't change his memory after losing his memory."

Huber sighed and said nothing more.

At this time, there was the rattling of the ox cart and the reels. Uncle Hu hurriedly greeted him and said to Hu Feng, who had just entered the courtyard door: "Come back, wash quickly, the meal is ready."

Hearing that the meal was ready, Hu Feng immediately accelerated his pace, tied the rope tied to the cow's nose to the stone pier in the courtyard, quickly scooped out a ladle of water from the tank, and washed his hands and sweaty face. .

The breakfast is very simple. The porridge is served with side dishes. The porridge is well cooked, soft, waxy and sweet. The side dishes are the leftover vegetables in the kitchen. After blanching, cut them into small pieces, and then fry a sauce in a hot pan with oil and seasonings. , drizzle the sauce on the green vegetables by the heat, and mix again, the fragrant has no friends.

Hu Feng ate three bowls of white porridge in one go. Although he had a relatively large appetite, he only ate two bowls at most. Today, he ate three bowls, which shows how great the taste of Baizhi is a small dish.

Uncle Hu said with a smile, "Girl Zhi, who did you learn your cooking skills from? I'm afraid it won't be worse than the chefs in the restaurants in town."

Bai Zhi looked modest: "Where is it, I just figured it out myself, you just like it."

Hu Feng looked at Bai Zhi with a serious face: "I will go to the town later and buy some dishes that you are good at. There is no food at home."

Her specialty? That's a lot to go, or it's okay, it's her turn to invite a guest after eating them all these days.

"Okay, we'll be in town in a while, let's go to the market first, buy some favorite dishes, then buy some rice and noodles, and make dumplings for you tomorrow."

Uncle Hu and Zhao Lan were both curious: "Dumplings? What are dumplings?"

This time, Bai Zhi's face was covered, "You don't know about dumplings? Have you ever eaten them?" Isn't dumplings a food that existed in ancient times? How could they not know?

Zhao Lan is most curious, why Zhi'er knows something she doesn't even know: "Mother has never heard of it, how did you know about dumplings?"