Da Dan truly lives up to his na.
He and Gu Ping rode their bicycles to Victory Team, spending over three hours on the round trip. When they returned, there were two large burlap bags piled up on the back seat, heavy with goods.
Looking at the ti, it was only 8:00 PM, and in just about an hour, Uncle would be back for dinner.
Ti managent was simply perfect!
Da Dan pushed the bike under the porch, washed his hands and face, and dove into the kitchen again—this place would be the biggest source of his inco, and nobody was going to take it away!
Confidence!
Cooking for 7 people isn’t exactly easy.
Especially since Aunt herself could eat as much as five or six grown n.
However, Da Dan wasn’t like Uncle, who couldn’t manage things well. When cooking the rice, he only used one bowl of it. The rest he filled with beans soaked since morning, corn kernels, dried sweet potatoes, sorghum, and a handful of wheat bran...
Goodness, it’s a real mixed-grain al.
The texture certainly wasn’t smooth and silky, but in terms of cost-effectiveness, it was way better than eating refined white rice every al!
Who wastes food like that?
Alas.
Da Dan sighed with so sorrow—if he hadn’t co over, how would Aunt manage these days?
...
Now talking about cooking vegetables.
Always picking vegetables from the family area gardens was appreciated, but Da Dan wasn’t happy.
It’s not that he didn’t like free stuff, but the key issue was that his 7 people consud more than just for 7. Last ti he picked vegetables, he heard soone sigh:
"You say Captain Shi’s sister eats so much, would anyone want to marry her in the future?"
There was no malice in those words, just so aunties chatting idly, but for Da Dan, his aunt was the best person on earth; how could she not find a husband?
Besides, Uncle used to be her husband, and after coming here, he split up and beca just Uncle.
Da Dan guessed Uncle wasn’t competent enough and didn’t earn enough for food...
But to save Uncle’s face, he didn’t say anything.
In any case, he wasn’t going to pick vegetables from the garden anymore—it wasn’t worth it. Even though they let them pick vegetables, Uncle Shi gave them stuff in return. Being young, he didn’t quite understand social exchanges, but since it’s all about trading stuff, buying vegetables with money from Victory Team was just as good.
That’s what the whole big burlap sack was about.
Lucky he wasn’t tall, he managed to ride it all the way back with grunts.
So tonight it’s old cucumber stewed wild duck, with plenty of cucumbers—who needs at in a landowner’s household!
And there’s stir-fried eggs with peppers.
The green peppers were quite big, so chop a good amount... let’s say 30 pieces.
Eggs, the eggs were bought, 5 cents each! Just... never mind, made so money today, so let’s crack 5.
Da Dan cracked the eggs with a frown, feeling a sense of painful sacrifice and reluctance inside.
At a glance, there were two at dishes, so he stir-fried a pot of wild amaranth. That’s enough—that’s enough—ah, the rice is boiling, he scoops out the rice soup to cool down for drinking at alti.
He glanced at the simring old duck in the clay pot on the side—
Three dishes, one soup, he felt satisfied.
...
The mixed-grain rice couldn’t be called bad, but when Chu River used chopsticks to poke at a piece of chopped dried sweet potato, sothing felt off.
Looking at the table of several people, Shi Suifeng was the sa as usual, seeming to eat quite happily.
A few kids were holding bowls as big as their faces, wielding chopsticks energetically, constantly praising Da Dan:
"This is delicious!"
"The stir-fried eggs are so good!"
"Da Dan, you use so much oil when cooking...look, even this wild amaranth is so fragrant!"
"The duck is delicious!"
Chu River looked at his own bowl, then at the kids, who were speaking with thick mouths—
The stir-fried eggs are really good?
But in that bowl of green, there weren’t many yellow florets, how many eggs were in there?
And, didn’t you pick a piece of green pepper?
Too much oil?
But there was only a little oil floating in the wild amaranth soup.
The duck is delicious...
But the bowl was full of old cucumbers...
——Kids are really not picky.
After finishing this odd al, Chu River called Da Dan over.
"Da Dan, there’s food at ho, no need to be so frugal when eating!"
"I’m not being frugal, Aunt, look at how well we ate! Think about the Old Chu Family, having porridge every morning and evening, and only one solid al at noon!"
Da Dan spoke confidently.
Chu River spoke honestly: "But weren’t there cornbread rolls too?"
Da Dan just sighed: "Aunt, can you even bite into those cornbreads? Look at my teeth, eating those cornbreads nearly made them fall out."
He opened his mouth—
The Old Chu Family makes cornbread rolls that are truly rough, hardly putting any dark flour in them, all coarse grains.
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