Chapter 115 Braised Taro with Bitter Garlic

Chapter 115 Braised Taro with Bitter Garlic

Wang Fang was cooking in the house. Hearing the sound of Zhang An parking the car, he came out to take a look.

"Why are you coming back so late? I thought you would come back early."

"I met Teacher Wu at school and sat with him for a while. I'm cooking taro today. Remember, we didn’t plant taro this year.”

Zhang An saw a pot of freshly cooked taro on the bench in his yard, and Wang Fang came out with a big bowl to peel it.

This taro has not been planted at home for several years. Even when it was dug out, it was not very good-looking. Even compared with potatoes, it was inferior.

But it is quite delicious to make, and the method is simple. Once cooked, cut into pieces and simmer with chives to make a pot that is delicious and can be served with rice.

Zhang An then remembered that he had not eaten taro for many years.

“This is what Grandpa Fourth’s family planted. Today they dug taro. Knowing that our family didn’t plant it this year, they sent a bag over, so I cooked it in the evening to stew the taro.”
< br>"Mom, you peel it first. I'll go dig some bitter garlic and bring it back. This thing is still flavored by bitter garlic."

Seeing Zhang An running out with a hoe, Wang Fang smiled and shook his head.

My son is not active in anything. When it comes to eating, he doesn’t need to be yelled at. He runs very actively.

Zhang An took a hoe to the place where horses used to be kept. There was a large patch of bitter garlic growing here. Zhang An discovered it when he let the horses out.

Later, Zhang An came over from time to time to dig some out for cooking, and sprinkled some space spring water on them.

So the bitter garlic on this small slope is the same as that grown by humans, and it grows so gratifyingly.

Zhang An didn't spend much time and dug out a big handful, which was enough for several meals.

In the evening, Wang Fang stir-fried some home-cooked vegetables, and then stewed them into a pot with chopped bitter garlic and cooked taro.

This bitter garlic has been scalded by the boiling taro soup, exuding a fragrant smell.

"Mom, Li Hongbin is in the village. I'll call him over for dinner."

"Then you go."

When Zhang An went out and arrived at his new house, he saw Li Hongbin and several people carrying a thick piece of wood, preparing to carry it back to his home.

"Is it done here? My mother has cooked the food. I'll call you to eat."

"It will be ready soon. Let's carry this big beam into the house. , so as not to get wet when it rains at night."

Zhang An saw that everyone was carrying the wood into the house, so he helped.

With Zhang An joining us, it was much easier for everyone to lift it up, and it didn’t take long to lift it into the house and put it away.

It was getting late now, so Li Hongbin asked the masters of the construction team to go back to rest after get off work.

Li Hongbin is actually a relatively conscientious boss. Not only does he pay high wages, but he also provides accommodation to the masters of the construction team.

If you want to go somewhere far away, there is also a van to pick you up.

Because this group of people have been working with him until now. They are good at work and are not lazy.

They work hard and the treatment Li Hongbin gives them is good.

Nowadays, most people think that Li Hongbin is not very smart.

You can obviously make more by yourself, but you still have to spend so much money on workers.

Li Hongbin just smiled at this. Others do what others do, and you do your own.

But isn’t that why everyone is willing to follow him?

“Auntie’s cooked taro is so delicious. I haven’t eaten it in years.”

Li Hongbin used to eat taro a lot, but then he moved to town. I didn’t eat much of this stuff.

The main reason is that Zhou Lan usually doesn't think about doing this, because she thinks it will be numb to handle.

And Li Hongbin was already considered a rich man at that time. He used to eat simple meals every day, but he didn't want to eat it for a long time.

So I suddenly had a meal of braised taro with bitter garlic and found it very delicious.

This is like a person who is used to eating delicacies from mountains and seas. If you suddenly prepare an ordinary farm dish for him, he will find it delicious.

This taro tastes soft, sweet and waxy when cooked and stewed. It tastes particularly delicious, and it is easy to digest, so you don’t have to worry if you eat too much.

There is also taro soup with taro stewed in it, which is Zhang An’s favorite.

The taro soup is inherently fragrant and not greasy. Pour it into a bowl and mix it with rice to eat it, which will whet your appetite. If you don't pay attention, you will eat several more bowls of rice.

At this moment, Li Hongbin had controlled himself and had already eaten several bowls of rice. Seeing that he wanted to continue eating, Zhang An had to call him to stop him.

"Okay, okay, you can't eat any more. If you continue to eat, there will be no more rice in my steamer."

You can eat more taro, but I don't want to eat more of this rice. Let's continue. If you eat it, your stomach will be full.

Li Hongbin stopped when he heard Zhang An shouting.

“Ah, I’ve eaten so many bowls of rice, I’m so full.”

Li Hongbin only realized it now and found that his stomach was a little bulging.

“This is already the fourth bowl. Although this taro soup is good, don’t be too greedy.”

"My aunt's cooking is so delicious, and my family hasn't had this taro for several years. I ate too much without noticing. Fortunately, you stopped me, otherwise I would have started to suffer again at night."

"Come on, don't use it at night, you will start to suffer soon."

The rice bowl at Zhang An's house is different from that at Li Hongbin's house. The rice bowl at Li Hongbin's house is a small one.

Every time Zhang An went to their house to eat, he would have two mouthfuls of rice and a bowl of rice.

The rice bowl of Zhang An's family is much larger than that of Li Hongbin's. It will be hard to bear these few bowls of rice later.

But there was nothing we could do about it. Li Hongbin didn’t regret it either. Anyway, he had enjoyed the meal just now.

"Mom, why don't we plant some at home, and we can eat some from time to time."

"Okay, we will plant some at home next year."

We haven't eaten yet. After eating, Zhang An's second uncle came over and called Zhang An to eat.

"Anzi, why are you eating? Didn't your second aunt tell you to come over to eat, you kid."

"Second uncle, how can you be so polite? You can eat wherever it is cooked. You are not from outside. Please sit down and have something with us."

Looking at Zhang An going to get a bowl, Uncle Zhang An quickly pulled him.

"Our family has prepared it. Didn't we call Anzi over to eat? Who would have known that he would have already started eating."

Uncle Zhang didn't say anything in the end. It was almost ready, so he went home to eat by himself.

After dinner, everyone sat in the yard to eat, but Li Hongbin had already begun to suffer.

It feels uncomfortable to stand or sit at the moment, so I can only walk around in the yard.

"Zhang An, why did your family get something new?" Li Hongbin walked to the deer shed and discovered the deer inside.

“Guess what this thing is?”

“Hey, you are pretending that I don’t know anything. Isn’t this thing just a deer? What I don’t know.”

"This is not our local deer, this is the musk deer that produces fragrance."

"Scent? What kind of fragrance?" Although Li Hongbin grew up in the mountains, he only knows a little about the mountains.

“Do you know that musk is produced in its body?”

Speaking of musk, Li Hongbin knew about it. Even if he had never seen it, he had heard the name.

"I think your family can no longer live here. No wonder you built such a big circle house by the river."

As for Zhang An, he would buy a few from the mountains from time to time. Li Hongbin has become accustomed to the animals coming back.

It’s just that other people catch them on the mountain and either sell them for money or kill them for meat. This guy doesn’t kill them for meat or sell them for money, so he just raises them.

And he also built a very large enclosure at home, which is not something ordinary people can do.

“Oh, don’t tell me that I really think so. After I move here, I will give it to the entire small zoo. When the sign is put up, someone will definitely come for it.”

Although this is not the future, in the age of mobile phones, everyone takes photos wherever they go and post them on WeChat Moments.

It doesn’t matter whether you have fun or not, as long as you take enough photos and post enough on your friends.

But Zhang An has a way. He will buy a camera and keep it there so that he can provide photography services to others.

When they go out to play, they bring photos back. Not only will they find it interesting, but they can also bring the photos back without showing them to their friends.

As long as they bring the photos back, they can serve as a publicity for Zhang An.

Of course, the premise is that this place can make others find it fun.

Just as Zhang An was sending Li Hongbin away, the phone at home rang.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Zhang An, this is me, Wu Zhonghai."

Wu Zhonghai's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"It's Teacher Wu. Your voice on the phone seems different from that in real life. I didn't recognize it at first."

"Haha, that's what everyone said. By the way, I'm calling this time mainly to ask if you still have any peaches at home? What's the price?"

"Teacher Wu likes to eat these peaches. Ah, no price, I’ll send some to Teacher Wu another day.”

When Zhang An heard Wu Zhonghai ask about the price of peaches, he thought Wu Zhonghai would still want them after eating them, so he immediately said yes. Give some away.

“Hey no, I really don’t want this, it’s the teachers in our office. They ate the peaches you brought yesterday and thought they were very delicious. Everyone wanted to buy some from you, so let me Please help me ask what the price is and if I still have it at home."

Wu Zhonghai knew that as long as he asked, Zhang An would definitely think of giving it to him, so he quickly stopped him and told the matter.

"Zhang An, you don't have to think about it. It's just how much you sell. It's not easy for you to pick up these things at home, so don't think that it's cheaper just because you are a teacher. You will suffer a loss." . ”

“Teacher Wu, we still have some peaches. I usually sell them for two or three yuan per catty. They are a bit expensive. I’m afraid the teachers in our school won’t accept them. ”

Zhang. An had never sold the peach before, that is, he gave it to Zhou Lan once before, and the price was calculated as two yuan.

“Don’t pay two or three yuan per catty. You can’t buy your peaches for two yuan. They will probably need three to four hundred catties. Wait until I tell them the price tomorrow morning. , if they still want it, I’ll call you and you’ll send it over when the time comes. If they want less, I won’t let you come over and waste gas money.”

“I’ll trouble you, Wu. Teacher.”

"It's no trouble. I'm glad to be able to help you, teacher, as long as you don't lose money."

When I got up the next morning, Zhang An found an opportunity to go out.

Then when I came back, I brought the two honeycombs in the space home.

"Why did you come back with two more beehives? They are still so big. You are not afraid of being stung by them."

I saw my son going out and picking them. Two such big hives came back.

“Mom, this is the honeycomb I found before. I just asked the carpenter uncle to make some beehives a few days ago, so I went to get it back and see if I could raise it. It was too late and they were all carried away."

Zhang An opened the beehive and put the honeycomb inside while talking to his mother.

“You want to keep bees at home, but do you know how to keep them? There is no one in our village who has kept bees, so there is no need to ask.”

As for keeping bees, Zhang An He didn't have any experience at all, and he just wanted to give it a try, not thinking about how well it would be raised.

And these bees are from space, so they must not be too bad and should be easy to feed.

Not to mention that no one in Changqing Village has ever kept bees, there are no beekeepers in several nearby villages.

So even if Zhang An wanted to ask for advice, there was no way to learn. In the end, Zhang An just did it casually. It was a surprise if he developed it, but it didn't matter if he didn't.

If you can’t raise it outside, keep it in a space.

“Mom, it doesn’t matter, I just raise it and play with it when I’m free. If it develops it, our family will be able to make beeswax water and drink it in the future. , Mainly because it would be a waste to wait until our cherry forest blooms."

After hearing what Zhang An said, Wang Fang didn't say anything more.

Just like what my son said, just keep it for fun, it doesn’t matter if you don’t raise it well.

“By the way, Mom, take the honey in that bucket and filter it.”

Zhang An took the large bucket of honey that he had lifted out of the space and handed it over. Wang Fang.

The main reason is that there is too much honey in the space, and there is a lot of honey dripping on the hanging honeycomb tree. When Zhang An picked the honeycomb today, he cut a big bucket out.

“Why are there so many? There are a lot of them after filtering.”

Wang Fang looked at it, turned around and went home to get an empty bucket and gauze to prepare for filtering.

“As much as possible, you can pack some for the second grandpa, second grandma, and fourth grandpa. When the Chinese New Year comes, pack some and bring them to my mother-in-law.”

In a short time, Zhang An placed two beehives in the beehive.

Because he was worried that he wouldn’t be able to fit it in, or that it would get bigger and bigger in the future, Zhang An chose the two smallest hives and took them out.

And when I hired a forest carpenter to make a beehive, the one I made was pretty big.

Anyway, Zhang An is not worried about the problem of the bumblebees surviving the winter. At worst, they will all be put into the space during the winter.

When they were installed, Zhang An placed them on the wall near the cherry forest.

Many cherry blossoms have more pink and less honey, but local millet cherries have more honey and less pink.

So the key to not producing many cherries every year is here, and the cherry trees that Zhang An built using space can be considered local cherry varieties in their origin.

But the pollen has increased, and the fruit has increased.

(End of this chapter)