lcionline Chapter 27 Learning from His Father? He Dares Not
Chapter 27 Learning from His Father? He Dares Not
Da Niu watched longingly as his father wrapped all the meat in a bowl into dumplings.
Then boil water, cook the dumplings, and make the dipping sauce—all in one go!
This time, Lin Xi used chili peppers, and Da Niu stopped spouting nonsense.
After all, his father wouldn't listen to him unless he grew up. Like when his father beat his grandfather, once he's grown up and has more influence, he'll have more say.
However, that is unfilial and highly unacceptable. After all, one only has one backbone; if it is broken by others, one will be drowned in spittle.
Moreover, the delicious taste of yesterday's spicy and chewy knife-cut noodles still seems to linger in his mouth, and he still can't forget that flavor. So there's even less reason to stop his dad from "freely improvising."
Lin Xi took a rice bowl, filled it up, and handed it to Da Niu, saying, "Go to the old house and exchange it for some vegetables."
"Oh!" Da Niu quickly picked up the bowl, ran back to the old house next door, and placed the bowl on the table in the yard. "Grandpa, Grandma, my family is getting new vegetables. I'll come and get them in a bit!"
Da Niu turned and ran back, not forgetting to give a final instruction.
He'll be delayed a bit, and then he won't be able to eat in time.
Back in the courtyard, his father was just carrying out a large bowl of dumplings.
You think you can get rid of me so you can enjoy it all by yourself? No way!
Da Niu quickly sat down at the table to wait, while Lin Xi glanced at him, inwardly spitting out her anger.
This child is as cunning as a sieve.
He did it on purpose; he felt there was too much meat in the bun, so he didn't want to eat it.
Unfortunately, his scheme was exposed. His brat knew to come back first, eat his fill, and then go pick vegetables.
Gao Mengli glanced at the two people, one big and one small, and their eyes met in a flash. She couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright, let's eat first. We still have work to do after we finish eating!"
She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took a dumpling, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in her mouth. She squinted her eyes happily and said, "Mmm! Not bad!"
Da Niu was somewhat suspicious, after all, meat was unpleasant to eat. But in these days, only wealthy families had meat to eat; he thought back to when he couldn't even get enough to eat.
Now, what's the point of him even complaining?
Eating meat to your heart's content, a scene I used to only dream of, has now actually come true!
Therefore, people should dare to dream, because what if it actually comes true!
Da Niu copied his mother, picked up a dumpling, dipped it in chili water, and took a bite.
The moment the dumpling entered his mouth, it was as if a joyful little sprite was dancing on Da Niu's tongue.
The dumplings have thin skins and generous fillings; the delicate dough is like a gentle embrace, wrapping around the tender and juicy meat filling.
The minced meat is like a vibrant warrior, exuding a rich and mellow aroma, and every texture is filled with the taste and warmth of home.
The aroma of meat seemed to unleash a grand carnival in Da Niu's mouth. It domineeringly occupied Da Niu's taste buds, silencing every cell in Da Niu's body and allowing him to quietly immerse himself in this wonderful flavor.
The meat inside the dumplings proudly proclaimed its deliciousness, launching an irresistible challenge to Da Niu's taste buds.
Da Niu couldn't help but close his eyes, savoring the blissful taste. This is fucking delicious!!!
After he happily finished enjoying a dumpling, he opened his eyes and found that only half a large bowl of dumplings remained!
His parents, their chopsticks were dancing so fast they left afterimages...
He quickly put down his chopsticks and stuffed his mouth full.
Unfortunately, he was small and weak. Under his father's provocative gaze, he snatched the last dumpling, put it in his mouth, and ate it with relish right in front of him.
No!!!!
Da Niu was on the verge of tears.
If only he had known, if only he had known his dad had cleaned the meat so thoroughly, eliminating any fishy smell and making it incredibly delicious. He should have asked his dad to make more. Damn it, he miscalculated…
The big ox hung its head.
Even though I ate more than a dozen, it still didn't feel like enough, no matter how many I ate...
"Go wash the dishes!" Lin Xi picked her teeth and told Da Niu to do the work as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Free labor is free, so why not use it? People should learn to enjoy life, instead of doing everything and exhausting themselves!
"Oh……"
Da Niu quickly took the bowl away and saw a layer of soup with oil floating on the bottom. He tilted his head back, lifted the bowl, and gulped it down in two mouthfuls.
Just as he was about to lick the bottom of the bowl, his mother raised an eyebrow at him.
If he really licked the bottom of the bowl in front of his mother, he was certain, absolutely certain, and would definitely be "shoved" into a rage.
Da Niu was startled and quickly put down the bowl to fetch water to wash the dishes and tidy up the kitchen.
After being fed dumplings, I felt full of energy.
Gao Mengli decided to make rough paper first to solve the problem of cleaning up her morning "poop".
"Xixi, boil water."
"Da Niu, go check if the wooden frame at the old house next door is finished."
After giving her instructions, Gao Mengli took out the pine needles and wove them into a curtain.
After Da Niu brought the wooden frame, he placed it inside the frame to make it easier to filter the paper.
Then I took out the bark that had been soaked yesterday, washed it, and boiled it in boiling water.
The bark originally needed to be soaked for about ten days to fully ferment and soften, but Gao Mengli felt that if she waited another ten days, she would probably be driven crazy by the corn leaves.
Four days was already her limit of endurance.
Da Niu, who had brought back the wooden frame, stared curiously at his parents' actions.
Although he didn't understand what they were up to, it didn't stop him from watching. His intuition told him that it was something good.
Lin Xi picked up a piece of bark from the large iron pot, rubbed it with her hand, and quickly called out, "Mengli, the bark is almost cooked."
Gao Mengli was washing the large stone mortar. It was probably used to pound glutinous rice cakes last Double Ninth Festival and hadn't been used since, so it was quite dirty.
It took five washes for Gao Mengli to get clean.
Seeing that Gao Mengli had stopped, Lin Xi put the boiled tree bark into the stone mortar. He and Gao Mengli each took a thick wooden stick and began to pound the boiled tree bark.
Da Niu, who was watching from the side, went from not understanding anything to being completely confused.
Not only did they boil the tree bark in water, but they also pounded it?
His family probably doesn't need to eat tree bark anymore...
All that could be seen was the tree bark being pounded and mashed in the stone mortar by his parents until it became a fine, sticky, yellowish lump, like glutinous rice cake.
Gao Mengli put the pounded pulp into a basin of water, added an appropriate amount of water and stirred it evenly to make it into a pulp suspension of suitable concentration.
Then, using a wooden frame with a pine needle curtain, gently scoop the pulp from the water tank, allowing the pulp to adhere evenly to the pine needle curtain.
The pine needle curtain must be shaken smoothly and with moderate force to ensure uniform paper thickness.
Lin Xi quickly went to the corner and placed the wooden board flat beside her.
Gao Mengli then took the pine needle curtain with pulp attached from the water tank, turned it upside down on the wooden board, and then gently lifted the curtain, leaving the pulp on the wooden board to form a wet paper sheet.
Originally, a wooden board was to be placed over the wet paper to squeeze out the moisture, but since this produces rough paper for use, there's no need to worry about so many details.
The two of them were busy for a while, along with a bystander, and the afternoon passed just like that.