Longing for mountain village life

Since it can't help, the old man Fengyun won't do it, and the province not only didn't help, but also played a counterproductive role.

Grandpa's operation techniques are very skillful, one by one hawthorn is pitted and put into a clean basin filled with cool water to prevent hawthorn discoloration due to oxidation problems, otherwise, it does not look good after being put into the can.

After all the hawthorn were processed, Grandpa went to the kitchen to make a fire, and the old man was very interested in this work, and took the initiative to ask Ying to do it.

Grandpa put an iron pot on the table, added an appropriate amount of water to it, and put white sugar and rock sugar.

The old man Fengyun was curious: "Isn't it okay to add white sugar to this thing, why do you add rock sugar, in order to be sweeter?"

Grandpa shook his head, "Put in white sugar to increase the viscosity of the soup, so that it will not have a feeling of clear soup and water, and rock sugar is to enhance the color of the soup, which can be more bright, so that it will look good when the time comes."

"There is also this effect, people who have never done it really don't know, no matter what things are exquisite, brother, how can you do anything, tea is also fried by yourself, honey grapefruit tea is also made by yourself, and now you get this canned hawthorn, it's really powerful."

Grandpa smiled, "What's not powerful, get canned fruit this kind of thing people in the village will, generally speaking, every household will plant so many fruit trees, usually if you can't finish eating, then make it into canned fruit, so that it is easier to store, as for those fried tea ah, this is all learned from people, when I was young, I didn't go to school for a few years, but I like to learn, and I want to learn when I encounter something new."

"Jiang Tian inherited this from me, resulting in the dishes made in the south, the northern cuisine, and usually some gadgets can also be made by themselves."

"The education is good, Jiang Tian has grown up here since he was a child, right?" The old man sighed.

"No, I went to the city for a while later, living with his parents and grandparents, but they were relatively busy, and this time I came back to the village to relax, saying that I was excluded from working in the company, but I didn't expect that this Jiang Tian still had the talent to farm."

Speaking of this, Grandpa himself smiled, "I originally trained him to contribute to the country, but I didn't expect to return to the village."

Old man Fengyun said: "Brother, it's not right for you to say this, no matter where you are, you can contribute to the country, this is completely up to people."

"Yes, yes!" Grandpa saw that the rock sugar in the pot had melted, quickly poured the hawthorn into it, and gently stirred a few times with a wooden spatula to let the surface of the hawthorn be attached with sugar water.

All that is left to do now is to wait.

The wood in the earthen stove burned, making a sound of explosion.

After about five or six minutes, the sour smell of hawthorn in the pot has already wafted out, mixed with the sweet taste of sugar water, which makes people smell and have an appetite, and the proper benefits of hawthorn being boiled are neither too hard nor too soft to cause breakage.

Grandpa took the iron pot and poured it into the ceramic basin prepared in advance, and then put it into the steamer for steaming, this time using a high heat to steam, and a steaming fragrance came out of it.

After the same five or six minutes, open the lid of the pot and take out the ceramic basin inside, you can see that the hawthorn inside is bright red and bright, without any damage, just looking like it gives people a sense of beauty.

Grandpa poured the hawthorn in the ceramic basin into the iron basin, put it outside, and waited for it to be cold before it could be put into the can.

The number of hawthorns picked this time is relatively large, and this process is carried out three times, and then it is finished, at this time, the big iron basin is already full, and the rhubarb is not far away, and he was reprimanded by his grandfather to leave, otherwise the dog hair fell into it and it would be troublesome.

Jiang Tian had already taken the wind spirit to make the honey grapefruit tea, which happened to be a jar.

"Grandpa, all the honey has been used up, I'll go to the mountains to look for it when the time comes."

Feng Ling was holding honey grapefruit tea, his face was full of excitement, "I said how to follow the same method can not make the same taste of honey grapefruit tea, it turned out to be the mountain honey used, understand, when I go home, I will also get some mountain honey back."

"This hawthorn smells so good." The wind spirit stared at the iron basin.

"I can't eat it now, I can't wait until it's cold." Grandpa said.

Old man Fengyun laughed, "You said that you, when you were in the hospital, you were a white-clothed angel who healed and saved people, how did you get here, just like a fairy under the ordinary, you were shocked."

Wind Spirit: "Grandpa, angels are Western things, fairies are Eastern things, you two can't mix together."

"Okay, look at your gluttonous appearance."

"To show my gratitude, let me cook for you, the ingredients are ready, right inside the car, I can make you steak, the taste is guaranteed to be good." Feng Ling's personality was very open, and he went outside while talking.

Old man Fengyun looked puzzled, and then stopped: "When did you bring these things, don't take them, make people laugh, what is delicious about steak, you have been in a foreign country for a long time, I don't know how delicious the domestic food is, and so on will let you taste what is called authentic farm food."

Grandpa drove away the rhubarb who wanted to come over, and said: "It's almost time for dinner, but you guys came early, and you didn't prepare anything, so let's do it, Jiang Tian, you go to the river to catch some fish, and then try to see if you can catch a few fish." "

Fishing?" Old man Fengyun's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this, "I'm good at this, I'll go fishing."

"I'll come too!" When Feng Ling was in a foreign country, she often went fishing idly for fun, but the places where she fished were all on a steamer to the sea.

Jiang Tian went to Westinghouse to find the fishing rod, and Feng Ling took the bamboo rod, "It seems that this is the first time I have used such a fishing rod to fish, can it?" "

Fengyun old man does not care, "fishing with bamboo rods is the original, more can prove the fishing technology, unlike you, buy those various fishing rods, one costs tens of thousands of yuan, usually not used, are thrown in the warehouse."

Seeing that they were interested, Grandpa whispered to Jiang Tian: "Pay attention to Brother Feng, the reservoir is deep, and his health is not very good, don't be dragged down by fish."

Jiang Tian nodded.

Old man Fengyun heard this, "Brother, you don't believe it, when I was young, I walked through the snow and carried guns, this little fish is nothing." "