Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 148 - 148. Continuous Lettuce_1

Chapter 148: 148. Continuous Lettuce_1 Chapter 148: 148. Continuous Lettuce_1 But now it’s just the Qingming season, and the mint has only sprouted a tender bunch, plus I did not prepare any chicken blood either…

Seventh Uncle sighed in disappointment and decided to postpone this dish until summer.

Over here, Yanping had already picked a large handful of blooming rape flowers and stuffed them into his arms before tossing them into the basket.

Seventh Uncle looked down, and in an instant, he started hopping mad:

“Why did you pick all the ones in full bloom? Aren’t those with buds tenderer?”

Yanping was bewildered for a moment—he didn’t cook, so how was he supposed to know that it wasn’t the flowers but the buds that were needed?

But that didn’t stop him from defending himself confidently:

“Seventh Uncle,” he wasn’t sure what to call him, so he just went with what Tantan did: “The bees are collecting nectar over there. Let’s leave the buds for them, we can just eat what they leave behind. I’m not picky.”

Seventh Uncle: …

A chef couldn’t stand to hear such talk!

“Don’t you dare say this outside, it’s embarrassing enough as it is. What kind of family is this? Even picking what the bees have left behind to eat rape flowers…”

But thinking about the sweet taste of the honey water he had tried yesterday, he couldn’t help smacking his lips:

“Old lady, did you drink the honey water last night?”

“I did,” answered Seventh Grandma crisply: “You know, I slept very soundly last night, and I must say, I had such an easy time in the bathroom this morning.”

With age, their digestive systems were not as good as when they were younger; constipation was a common issue.

Having just come back for one night, the feeling of comfort in her bones was something Seventh Grandma described as feeling pleasant from head to toe.

Hearing this, Seventh Uncle also rubbed his stomach, remembering this morning’s unrestrained cycle of ‘grains’…

Glancing back at the basket full of blooming rape flowers, he thought it wouldn’t hurt to eat what was leftover, and he no longer felt repulsed.

Yanping, carrying the basket, sauntered behind. Not far along, he saw Seventh Uncle stop again by the vegetable garden, eyeing the coriander sprawling on the ground.

Peeking over, he immediately exclaimed excitedly, “Are we having fish for lunch?”

Ah, that wild crucian carp his uncle-in-law caught, whether stewed or braised, was extraordinarily sweet; he could never get enough of it.

But how much did they catch to still have some left after all this time?

No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than he saw Seventh Uncle shake his head: “I rummaged through the fridge yesterday, there’re no more crucian carps, just a packet of salted fish left. This coriander looks good though. Later on, I’ll get some more from Big Brother’s garden, and I’ll grill the leftover beef with coriander and chili peppers.”

Yanping didn’t know what was going on, but just hearing the name made his mouth water.

Thinking carefully about the flavor, he realized that after living for more than twenty years, not having eaten the rape flowers was one thing, but how had he never tried grilled beef with coriander?

His stomach was full and bloated, yet his mouth was overflowing with saliva, an especially uncomfortable sensation!

The trio idly roamed about half the mountain, Seventh Uncle feeling spirited and invigorated, looking at everything as an opportunity to showcase his culinary skills.

As they were about to circle back home, they spotted a clump of newly sprouted goji berry shoots at the edge of the forest.

Without any hesitation, he ordered:

“Yanping, go pick some of those goji berry shoots.”

He then took out his phone and called Song Tan:

“Song Tan, are you in town yet? On your way back, remember to buy a pound of pears! I’m picking some goji berry shoots, I’ll make you all an egg and goji berry shoot ball with pork hind leg for lunch.”

The “pear” Seventh Uncle mentioned was local slang here; its scientific name was water chestnut. When he was a child and his family grew rice, they would always dig up a lot during plowing.

Song Tan also liked them, but as the water chestnuts were round like dumplings and peeling them was troublesome, when she worked in Ning City, she usually bought a bag of pre-peeled ones from fruit stalls for five yuan to satisfy her cravings.

So, she agreed without hesitation.

Without asking, Yanping also had not tried this dish before.

While carefully picking the goji shoots, making sure not to get pricked by thorns, he felt his mouth watering even more: how to put it?

Suddenly, he felt like he was the head of the imperial kitchen.

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At the same time, Uncle Song Dafang was at home losing his temper:

“If you don’t want to cook just say it early, and I’ll go buy something from the restaurant at the door. We won’t starve.”

“Exactly!” Daughter-in-law Sun Yanyan saw her mother-in-law sitting at the kitchen door peeling asparagus lettuce again and her head was about to explode:

“Mom, no matter how much asparagus lettuce there is, we can’t eat it for every meal! Ziyi was crying from eating it last night.”

Wasn’t it just a few days ago when they brought back all that asparagus lettuce from those three patches of land in the countryside?

They had thought it was as tasty as Milk Vetch and even considered whether they could sell it at a high price…

Who knew that when they stir-fried it that night, it tasted no different from the asparagus lettuce back home and seemed no different from what was sold in the market either.

Mao Li’s face turned dark on the spot:

“Selling this for twenty yuan a kilo? Not even a dog would be fooled!”

Uncle Song Dafang’s face darkened instantly, and he slapped the table with his chopsticks: “Not even a dog would be fooled, then why did you two bring back such a big basket of it?”

Mao Li: …

She thought to herself, I didn’t curse at myself, you’re bringing the curse upon yourself!

But she only dared to mutter quietly: “You didn’t stop us when we went to dig it.”

Looking again at the dozens of strong asparagus lettuces in the kitchen, oh my god! How was their family of five supposed to eat all this?

Throwing it away was out of the question, but giving it away… why do that? Why should others take advantage?

So, when they returned home that day, apart from a dinner of stir-fried asparagus lettuce that evening, the next morning Ziyi’s porridge contained diced asparagus lettuce.

Mao Li’s culinary skills were so-so, and the asparagus lettuce went straight into the porridge without blanching, causing the child to push the bowl away: “Tastes worse than grass.”

At noon, asparagus lettuce stewed with pork ribs, and that was kind of okay; the ribs were still quite fragrant.

Everyone had their fill.

But by evening, in addition to the leftover asparagus lettuce stewed with pork ribs from lunch, there was an extra plate of asparagus lettuce stir-fried with shredded meat.

The family’s faces were as green as the asparagus lettuce, gritting their teeth as they finished eating.

Who would have thought that early this morning, Mao Li made Ziyi a chicken egg pancake – kids, after all, love good-looking things. Usually, she’d add a slice of lettuce, a slice of tomato, and a slice of bacon.

Whether it tastes good or not, it has to look vibrant and celebratory.

Today, though, she didn’t cut corners. She finely grated the asparagus lettuce, blanched it, and rolled it into the pancake.

Including the meal they had at noon when they returned to the old home, this was several meals in a row with asparagus lettuce.

The child went to kindergarten in tears.

Barely making it through the morning, and then seeing her sitting at the kitchen door watching TV and peeling asparagus lettuce again, the whole family really couldn’t stand it anymore.

Mao Li also got angry: “If it weren’t for that sly Tantan deliberately getting us to bring back this tasteless asparagus lettuce, would we have ended up with so much in the kitchen?”

To just throw it away or what, when it costs two yuan per kilo at the market?

They were all from farming backgrounds. Uncle didn’t suggest throwing it away, but his face turned grim: “Then give it away! Send more over to Hongmei. Give some to the neighbors. If not, I’ll take it to the store and share it with our friends.”

“That won’t do.”

Mao Li thought about it: Why send anything when it’s not the holiday season? ”

These asparagus lettuces are robust, weighing several kilos each. Just two could cost more than ten yuan. Aren’t we trying to save money?”