Chapter 85 Druled buns

"You. You all bullied me, my God, I won't live..." Cui looked at the people here, didn't dare to move, and used her howling method again.

"Hey." Mo Quan sighed and went back to the house.

"Ok, go back to the house. I've been tired all day. Why don't you linger with her?" Wang took a look at Cui Shi, waved his hand to let everyone go back to the house to rest, and no longer paid attention to Cui Shi, who was performing alone.

Molan lay on the kang quilt and turned it back and forth twice.

"What's the matter, girl? Why did you put it on the pot sticker?" Wang looked at the thurning Molan and teased her.

"I'm thinking of getting up early tomorrow morning to go to the vegetable field to pick some of our cucumbers." Molan said what she thought.

"Isn't there cucumbers over there? How to pick it here? If you want to make more cucumbers, it won't taste like that if you leave it for two days. Wang didn't understand what his granddaughter meant for a while.

Mo Lan turned over and lay on the kang and said, "Milk, that's what I think. In addition to wine and vegetables, we will bring pickles to him. If anyone buys more than two steamed buns, we will pick up a chopstick pickles for him. It's equivalent to giving him food. After all, there are a few people who buy wine and vegetables. After having pickles, they are more willing to buy our steamed buns. Although I lost money on ordering vegetables, I didn't want to sell more of our steamed buns and soup after eating our pickles. What do you think of milk?

Wang Shi lowered his head and thought for a moment, nodded and said, "This is a good way. Yes, let's get some pickles tomorrow."

"Lan girl's head is easy to use, mother Hai, I see that Lanlan's head is like you. You don't know that when selling steamed buns, her little mouth is slapsticky, and that can be said." Before Mo Quan got on the kang, he smoked a cigarette bag on the stool with the moonlight, and the sparks flashed.

"How can I teach like me? It can be said that our family lacks her like this. Wang's words continued leisurely.

"Hey hey." Molan laughed and then yawned again. She was really sleepy and fell asleep half covered with a quilt.

"Mother Hai, I always feel that girl Lan is much more refined. She was not like this before. Look at how much she has now." Mo Quan lay on the kang and talked gently to Wang.

"People are forced out. Isn't it good for Lan girl to be like this now? Whether she is stupid or not, as long as she is our granddaughter. Wang's face was hidden in the dark, and she couldn't see her expression clearly.

"It's said that our own children are all good." Mo Quan was very gratified to mention these children.

"Um, go to sleep. I've been tired all day." Wang said softly.

"Um." Mo Quan answered, and soon snored, leaving Wang with his eyes closed and didn't know what he was thinking.

As soon as it was dawn, Mo Lan opened her eyes in a daze to see that her grandparents were gone. She hurriedly got up, dressed and walked out.

When she arrived at the vegetable garden, she found that Qiu was picking cucumbers there, and there was a small bamboo basket on the ground next to her. Molan is very happy. She can cook cucumber pickles today. She can make several kinds of dishes, but she plans to make one of her favorite food now, and the rest will be made later.

Look at the soy beans next to her that are about to come out. She is happy in her heart. Her kimchi should also be prepared. When she goes back, she will soak some first. The longer the kimchi soup lasts, the more delicious it will be.

Thinking of doing it, she went to the ground to pick up the peppers, picked up a big one with many knots, and picked them down. If you can't hold it in your hand, just carry it in your clothes. She didn't give up until she took off a big bag.

Today, Molan did not go into town with Lao Liu, but gave Lao Liu money to buy what he needed. She was playing with pickles and pickles with everyone at home.

Let Momei boil water first, and then she washed the cucumber and controlled the water on the cucumber. Wang and Qiu began to peel the cucumber. The time was to cut the cucumber, and the block should not be too small.

After cutting all of them, there is a large basin, sprinkle coarse salt in it, turn it up and down evenly with your hands, and then put it there to let it come out of water by itself.

Qiu Shi cut the green onions there and shed tears. He wiped his sleeves and said, "This thing choked your eyes. Stay away from Lan'er."

Molan is really a little far away. She is really afraid of this. Look at Liu's peeling peppers. She doesn't dare to go there. She seldom cuts raw peppers, because her hand skin is thin. If she cuts raw peppers and doesn't wash her hands immediately, her hands will be uncomfortable all night.

Watching Wang wash it and cut it into slices, she went to take the basin and put it up.

When Momei boiled the water over there, the two worked together to scoop up the boiling water into the wooden basin, waiting for the water to cool down.

Everyone is busy, scooping noodles, cutting vegetables, chopping meat, burning fire, and doing all kinds of their own things.

Molan saw that the water was almost cold, so she scooped the water into the stall with a scoop, put vinegar and salt in proportion, and finally poured the cabbage, green onions and pepper into it. Cover it with a lid so that you can eat it in a few days. Molan especially likes this kind of sour and crispy kimchi in modern times. The dishes here are not polluted, so she can eat more at ease.

After finishing the kimchi, she saw that the cucumber's water was almost out, so she went to the net pocket to wash it, put the cucumber block in, then found a board and put it on the ground, put the cucumber bag on the board, and got up and went to the front yard to carry a big stone back.

The stone was so heavy that Molan couldn't straighten up. She blushed and held it with difficulty.

"Sister, San'er will help you carry it." Xiao Saner, who sat and watched the adults working, saw Molan with a sharp eye. She hurriedly stood up and ran to Molan while shouting.

"Don't come, I'm afraid I'll hit you in the foot." Molan gasped and shouted at Xiao Saner.

Qiu Shi ran over and took the stone from Molan's hand and complained, "You girl, what are you doing with it? What if it hits your foot?

Molan suddenly felt relieved and even vented her breath. She ran to the cucumber and shouted, "Mom, press the stone on this cucumber dish, so that the cucumber vegetable can get out of the water quickly."

Qiu Shi listened to her words and pressed the stone up and whispered to Molan, "If there is such a heavy work in the future, you can call your mother. If you hit it somewhere, you will be heartbroken to death."

Molan looked at the strong feelings of Qiu's tears, and her heart felt very warm. She pulled up Qiu's words, rubbed her face twice, and whispered, "My mother loves Lanlan the most, and Lanlan also loves her. When our family is rich in the future, we will hire a few people, so that we won't let our mother be so tired.

"You girl, you still owe a lot of money. I just want to hire someone to pull. My mother is not tired. As long as you are all fine, my mother will be right." Qiu touched her daughter's face and then continued to work.

After packing up at noon, the three grandparents and grandchildren pushed the cart to the construction site of the other courtyard.

As Molan expected, Liu Erdan and his wife were already there, and they were talking to the crowd to coax everyone to buy his steamed buns.

"Uncle Mo is here. I'm waiting for your car. Give me three steamed buns."

"I want both of them, and I want beef stuffing."

"I want a beef."

As soon as Mo Quan parked the car, everyone gathered around.

"Uncles and gentlemen, wait, let me say a few words. In order to thank you for taking care of the Mo family, as long as you buy more than two steamed buns today, you will get a chopstick pickled vegetables. This is mixed with cabbage. There are a lot of seasonings in it. It tastes refreshing. Don't squeeze it You can buy steamed buns. It's enough. Come one by one. Molan saw a swarm of bees coming up and shouted hurriedly.

"I don't want one anymore. I want two. Give me a chopstick pickle." One of them wanted to buy a steamed bun, but when he heard that there were pickles for delivery, he quickly changed his mind and asked for two steamed buns.

Mo Quan can't stop picking up steamed buns. He takes lettuce leaves, picks up steamed buns, pickles, and doesn't stop for a moment. And Momei's soup also came down quickly. Today, it is still chicken soup, which nourishes the body, so these men also recognize chicken soup and basically bought a bowl to drink.

It is very busy here, and everyone is also eating deliciously.

A straightforward man said while eating, "Lao Mo's family is real. This steamed bun is well made, and the pickles are also fragrant. This pickles alone don't have to be old or young. It's really a fastidious family."

And those stalls who bought the steamed buns of the Erdan family cheaply have a tasteless taste in their mouths. In fact, the steamed buns of the Erdan family are not bad, but they are now greedy by the steamed buns of the old Mo family. If they eat the steamed buns that taste worse than the Mo family

"What? Why does this steamed bun smell good? The one just now didn't taste like this. What's going on? You won't sell the steamed buns that were not sold out yesterday, will you? A man ate one, and when he ate the other, he felt that it didn't taste right and had a bad taste.

Aunt Erdan listened to him and hurriedly smiled and said, "That's possible. Brother, you think too much." It's just that her smile is extremely unnatural and she is so guilty.

"Why not! This steamed bun is obviously smelly. Tell me what's going on!" The big man asked.

"Don't be angry with this big brother. Can't I change a steamed bun for you?" Liu Erdan hurriedly picked up another steamed bun and brought it to the man.

"Why did you change it for him? A steamed bun and meat were all bought with silver, not by the strong wind. Give him more steamed buns like him. Why don't you die? Aunt Erdan saw her man's behavior and muttered loudly.

The man had already taken over Liu Erdan's steamed buns, so he wanted to forget it. Now when Aunt Erdan said that he didn't do it, he shouted, "Bah, I don't want your steamed buns. You have to make it clear how to sell bad steamed buns. Isn't this cheating?"

"Why do you cheat people? Isn't this a steamed bun? They are all made of white flour and meat. What's the difference? Why do you say that Lao Mo's steamed buns are delicious? Our steamed buns are roshi. Isn't this bullying? Aunt Erdan did not show weakness and quarreled with others. In fact, in the final analysis, she had a problem with Molan's family. The steamed buns there were sold so well, but few people here bought them. She was very angry. ( To be continued