Zhang Junping washed the mutton bones he bought, chopped them, put them into a pot, added a large pot full of water, and then lit the pot.
Mother didn't say anything, she just watched Zhang Junping's work with interest.
If your son is willing to cook to show his filial piety, then let him do his best.
The sheep bones were cooked in the pot, and Zhang Junping cut off about a pound of meat from the half sheep he bought and cut it into slices.
Although Yuandu is located south of Beijing, the temperature is not much lower than that of Beijing, and it is also about ten degrees below zero.
On the way back, the mutton had long been frozen and hard, so it was easy to slice. However, the mutton slices were thicker than the hot pot mutton slices. One piece was about three to four millimeters thick.
After cutting the mutton slices, Zhang Junping put the mutton slices into the pot when the pot was boiling.
There was no seasoning at all, and when the lid of the pot was lifted, a rich aroma of mutton wafted out.
Continue to add water and continue cooking.
Zhang Junping cut the vermicelli again and soaked it in hot water.
Tear the cabbage into pieces, wash and set aside.
After doing all this, Zhang Junping started making noodles.
"Yingzi, hold up the spatula. It will be useful later."
"Hey!" The little girl swallowed her saliva, agreed readily, quickly picked up the spatula, and went to grab two armfuls of wheat straw for later use.
After the noodles were mixed and put aside, Zhang Junping cut two more green onions and filled a bowl with half a bowl of soybean oil.
The mother watched from the side and opened her mouth inwardly. This half bowl of oil was enough for a week, and she wanted to scold Zhang Junping for his waste.
But I also thought that it was not easy for my son to finally make a meal. Anyway, my son can make money now. Let him do the work for a little oil.
Zhang Junping prepared the things and directly ordered the little sister: "Yingzi, light the fire."
"knew!"
This little girl is good at making gravy. She helped her mother make gravy when she was seven or eight years old.
The spatula is a common cooking utensil here, used to make pancakes or spread pancakes.
What Zhang Junping wanted to make was pancakes. It would be better to use a frying pan for pancakes, but he didn't have one, so he could only make do with a spatula.
Zhang Junping awkwardly rolled out a piece of dough with a rolling pin, smeared oil on it, sprinkled with chopped green onions, rolled the dough together again, rolled it into a cake, and put it on a spatula.
The mother watched for a while, then washed her hands and came over, "Leave it to me. At your speed, you won't be able to make it in time for lunch."
Looking up at the sky, Zhang Junping obediently gave up his position.
Indeed, at his speed, it would probably take a little more to make enough scallion pancakes for the whole family.
Although my mother has never made scallion pancakes, cooking requires talent, and Zhang Junping is the kind of person who has the brains but not the hands.
The mother just took a look, and after getting started, she was more than twice as fast as Zhang Junping. The dough became very obedient in her hands, and soon turned into a piece of dough.
What kind of delicious food is this from the third family? I can smell the aroma right outside the door." The second grandfather walked in from outside.
"Second uncle is here, Pingzi, please quickly invite your second uncle into the house."
"Second Grandpa, you're here just in time. Let's eat at home at noon! I cooked the mutton soup." Zhang Junping greeted with a smile.
"Then I won't be polite!" Second Grandpa said as he walked into the main room and sat down in the main seat.
"Second Grandpa, what you said is that it's the same here as at your home. What's the point of being polite?" Zhang Junping made tea for Second Grandpa.
"Second Grandpa, how would you like to try this tea?"
"Oh, I don't know how good tea is. I have never drunk tea many times in my life." The second grandfather took the tea cup and said with a smile.
In this era, there is really no habit of drinking tea in rural areas.
It’s all about plain boiled water in winter and cool boiled water in summer. This is important.
If you don’t pay attention to it, just drink boiled water in winter and cold water in summer.
"Well, this tea is good. It's better than the tea I drank before. It smells delicious." The second grandfather held the tea cup and smelled it, and said loudly.
"Second Grandpa, this is the jasmine tea I brought back from Beijing. I will get you a pack later. You can drink it slowly when you go home. I will bring you some more next time I come back from Beijing."
"No, no, I'm an old man and I'm wasting my time drinking tea. You'd better keep it for you to entertain the leaders of the commune." The second grandfather hurriedly shook his head.
Drinking tea is a waste, the second grandfather is really not modest. The tea leaves scratch oil. These days, everyone's stomach is already short of oil and water, and if it is scratched by tea leaves, it is easier to get hungry.
"Second Grandpa, I brought back a lot of tea. This tea is specially made to honor you!"
"When you were born, you worked hard to provide for your brothers and sisters to study. I agree with that.
Our Zhang family is a scholarly family, with poems and books passed down from generation to generation. We cannot forget our roots and lose our traditions.
Only studying can change your destiny. Look, once you are admitted to college, your family will immediately change.
Although you were the production team leader in the past, your family was the poorest in the village.
Look now, who’s family is better than yours?”
"Second Grandpa, you are absolutely right, I think so too.
If we ordinary people want to change their destiny, apart from engaging in unscrupulous and illegal activities, the only way is to study." Zhang Junping nodded in agreement.
"You are a college student and have more knowledge than Second Grandpa. Second Grandpa came here today just to ask you if there is any way to make our Zhang family live a good life.
Although the second grandfather is old, he also knows that the state of the country has changed now. Unlike before, whoever is poor is honored, and my tribe has to find ways to let the people live a good life."
"Second Grandpa, if you want to live a good life, there are many ways. Now that the policies are good, as long as you work hard, you don't have to worry about living a good life."
"You kid, don't look at me carelessly. Then there's no need to mention the unreliable village-run furniture factory." The second grandfather directly interrupted Zhang Junping and scolded him with a smile.
It turned out that the second grandfather was like a mirror in his heart. He was not optimistic about the furniture factory from the beginning and was just acting in front of the Dong family and the Yang family.
"Tell me something real, don't talk nonsense."
"Okay, the simplest one is that now the country has a loan to assist farmers. Everyone can apply for it at the Rural Credit Cooperative, and there is no interest."
"I know this. Your third uncle and I have talked about this matter several times. He wants me to talk to the Zhang family and go to him to apply for a loan and help him complete the task."
"I didn't agree. I don't want interest, but I still have to pay back the money. There is no way to make money. I took a loan and spent the money. What can I pay back?"
The third uncle mentioned by the second grandfather is the son-in-law of the second grandfather, who works as a loan officer in a rural credit cooperative.
"Second Grandpa, if you believe me, our Zhang family can take a loan and lend it to me, and I will pay an interest of 1,000 yuan a year for 10,000 yuan." Zhang Junping did not dare to give too much interest.
First, he is afraid that if he gives too much, people will not believe him. Second, he is afraid that everyone will rush to get loans and then lend them to him.
If there are too many, he will be under great pressure.
After all, he is not engaged in the kind of short-term and quick projects.