The happy little days of the Ye family

Chapter 205 Spicy Dried Tofu

When Ye's father drove the donkey cart back home, Ye Donglin and his second cousin were taking tea out of the donkey cart.

Mother Ye quickly stepped forward and asked, "Is there a lot of tea left?"

The second cousin said happily: "There is only a little mung bean soup and chrysanthemum tea left. I have been tired of trying them recently at home, so I will give them to you, aunt."

Father Ye: "Linzi, which teas sell best?"

"Sour plum soup and osmanthus tea are the best sellers, and they were sold out early. Liangbaikai and honeysuckle tea are also selling well, and they are all sold out. However, mung bean soup and chrysanthemum tea are not as good, with less than half left."

Ye Qingqing suddenly thought, "Our family used to give mung bean soup every day. Could it be that everyone is tired of drinking mung bean soup?"

Mrs. Ye pointedly pointed out: "We used to buy braised pork rice and we could drink mung bean soup for free. Whether we got tired of it or not, now we have to pay for it ourselves. Everyone is definitely not happy."

"Grandma Ye, you are right. There is still less than half of the mung bean soup left today. I think it is okay not to make mung bean soup tomorrow."

Father Ye does not agree with discontinuing mung bean soup. "We can make less mung bean soup, but we have to make it. A lot of mung bean soup was sold today, which shows that many people still like to drink it."

Ye Donglin also said: "There are many new merchants arriving at the dock every day, and these people still need mung bean soup."

Father Ye suggested: "The sour plum soup and osmanthus tea are selling well, so we can make more tomorrow. The cool white flowers and honeysuckle tea that have just been sold out can be the same as today. I suggest that the chrysanthemum tea and mung bean soup that are not sold out can be reduced." Half."

The second cousin humbly accepted Father Ye's suggestion, "I think your suggestion is very good, uncle. I didn't know which teas sold well before, so I prepared the same amount. Now I can adjust it based on the actual tea sold." ."

Mother Ye became more and more excited as they chatted with each other, and hurriedly urged her second cousin to go home, "Okay, Lin Zi, please go home quickly. Your father and mother are still waiting for you to come back to announce the good news."

"Aunt, uncle, I'll go back first."

The business of the tea stall today was generally pretty good, and the second cousin drove the donkey cart back home happily.

Ye Mu and Ye Qingqing took the mushrooms and wild eggs back to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

Ye Mu asked Ye Qingqing to take the mushrooms to the backyard and clean them, "Mushrooms tend to hide sand, so they need to be cleaned several times."

Ye Qingqing took the basket and walked out, and responded somewhat perfunctorily: "You know, after washing it, you tear it into small pieces, right?"

"Yes, tear them into small pieces, use half for frying and half for making soup."

Ye Mu filled two small clay pots with braised meat juice, and then added different amounts of peppercorns and dogwood into them.

The leaves on the left are intended to be slightly numb and spicy, with less pepper and dogwood. The one on the right is going to be more flavorful, and I added Sichuan peppercorns and dogwood as if it was free of charge.

As the marinade in the clay pot boils, the flavors of Sichuan peppercorns and dogwood are stimulated. The air in the kitchen is numb and spicy, and Ye Mu is choked when cooking.

Ye's mother and Ye Qingqing were busy cooking in the kitchen, while Mrs. Ye was busy taking stock of today's harvest with Mr. Ye.

Mr. Ye put down the scale beam and said with a smile: "The bamboo fungus in Xiaohoushan is almost 12 kilograms as before, while the bamboo fungus in Zhulin Mountain is 20 kilograms. Today, we picked 32 kilograms of bamboo fungus in one day."

Mrs. Ye was also very happy and said cheerfully: "We haven't finished picking the bamboo fungus in Bamboo Forest Mountain yet. We can pick another day tomorrow."

Mr. Ye: "I will go to the Tang family and ask Yilin and Erlin to go to Xiaohou Mountain to dig bamboo shoots tomorrow. We will go to Zhulin Mountain to pick bamboo fungus for another day tomorrow. Let's find someone to dig bamboo shoots the day after tomorrow."

The dried bamboo fungus costs 180 yuan per pound. Mr. Ye doesn't want others to know that there are so many bamboo fungus in the bamboo forest. People are separated from each other. Who knows if someone will go up the mountain to steal the bamboo fungus.

Old Mrs. Ye also knew how to make a fortune in silence, "Okay, just as you said, they should have returned from picking mushrooms in Yilin and Erlin now. You should go over quickly. If you meet their family for dinner later, would you like to come to their house? good."

Mr. Ye hurried to Tang's house, and Mrs. Ye also took out several racks specially used for drying bamboo fungus.

Old Mrs. Ye placed the shelf under the eaves and placed the bamboo fungus on it. The wind was quite strong tonight. If it blew all night, it would be semi-dry tomorrow.

After drying the mushrooms, Mrs. Ye went to the backyard to wash her hands and found that Father Ye, Ye Donglin and Ye Xilin had already cleaned the bowls, chopsticks and iron pots used in the braised pork stall.

Old Mrs. Ye smiled and said, "My hands and feet are quite nimble."

Father Ye said with a smile: "Wash it every day, and no matter how stupid your hands are, they will become nimble."

At this time, Ye Qingqing ran over and said, "It's time to eat. The spicy dried tofu made by my mother is spicy and spicy. It's very delicious. Wash your hands and eat quickly."

After Ye Qingqing washed her hands, she realized that there was still an old man Ye missing, "Where is grandpa?"

"Your grandpa went to your Uncle Yilin's house and asked them to go to Xiaohoushan to help dig bamboo shoots tomorrow. They have been gone for a while, why haven't they come back yet?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Ye came back.

Mr. Ye patted his rumpled clothes and said, "Yi Lin and Er Lin were too polite. They insisted on dragging me to eat at their house. I managed to escape with great difficulty."

Ye Qingqing said with a smile: "Luckily, Grandpa, you are back for dinner, otherwise I would have missed the super delicious spicy dried tofu."

Mr. Ye joked: "You little greedy cat, you just ate a lot in the kitchen, right?"

Ye Qingqing said with a smile: "How can I eat it secretly? I am here to taste it for you."

Ye Xilin, who had been wild in the mountains for a day, was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back. He said feebly: "Aren't you hungry? You still have time to chat."

Several people came to the kitchen. Mother Ye had laid out the food early and was waiting for several people to come over.

Tang Xiaojing and Tang Shan had already sat down and were waiting to eat. Dahuang and Xiaohuang were salivating all over the floor while smelling the fragrant food.

The meal in the evening was very sumptuous, including stir-fried mushrooms, cold water celery, mushroom egg soup, and two pots of spicy dry tofu.

Ye Mu: "The one on the left is slightly numb and spicy, and the one on the right is heavier, more numb and spicy. Please try which one is more delicious?"

Ye Qingqing picked up a piece of extremely spicy dry tofu without hesitation, "It's so spicy and numb. It tastes so enjoyable. The more you eat, the more delicious it becomes."

Ye Qingqing likes spicy food, but he is not very good at spicy food. He breathed out from the spicy food and drank mushroom and egg soup desperately.

Ye Xilin's little mouth was also red from the spicy food. He only ate a piece of the extremely spicy one, and then he obediently started eating another pot of slightly spicy dry tofu.

Father Ye: "This spicy dry tofu is made with Sichuan peppercorns and dogwood added to the braised meat sauce. It not only has the aroma of braised meat, but also adds the stimulation of Sichuan peppercorns and dogwood, giving it a unique flavor."

Tang Xiaojing feels that the two flavors are a little bit different now, "The slightly spicy and spicy one is a little lighter, and the extra spicy one is too strong. I think it might be better if the two pots are mixed together."

Ye Mu thought she might as well give it a try, so she took out a clean ocean bowl, poured a spoonful of soup into each of the two clay pots, mixed them together, and then let everyone taste the marinade again.