Yam and pork feet are made of pork scrambled. It is a dish that is simpler than scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

It’s nothing more than just treating the pig’s feet, then cutting them into pieces and blanching them in boiled water, and then simmering them in a pot with the washed and peeled yam pieces and some peanuts.

There are no high-end pots and utensils at home, so Liu Qingshan used a pressure cooker to cook pork feet.

In less than half an hour, the pressure cooker had been removed from the stove and cooled down.

The moment I lifted the lid, the steaming white smoke came to my nose with the aroma of pork feet and the fragrance of yam, and I suddenly felt hungry.

Seeing that his son was about to reach into the soup with bare hands to grab food, Wu Cuimei patted his shoulder: "Wash your hands, wash your hands, look at you, are you so hungry? If you don't wash your hands, you have to grab food and eat it. It's like your dad."

Liu Yuanhe was setting up a table, and after innocently stumbled into the gun, he complained: "What does it mean to be like me? I won't be like him."

Just so happened that Wu Cuimei poured the yam into a large plate. Before she could even take it on the table, Liu Yuanhe hurriedly picked up the pig's feet soup and put it on the table. Then he reached out and grabbed it, and a piece of fat pig skin wrapped in a lot of yam paste entered his mouth.

"Huhhhhhhh, it's so hot." Liu Yuanhe held the pig's skin in his mouth and exhaled, and his tears were burned out.

"Is it that difficult to get a chopstick to make you greedy? " Wu Cuimei cursed and put a few pairs of chopsticks on the table.

Liu Qingshan came back from washing his hands, grabbed the chopsticks, and couldn't wait to pick up a piece of lean meat, blew it and then into his mouth.

After nearly half an hour of cooking in a pressure cooker, the pork thighs were stewed very soft and the yam was very rotten.

The rotten yam paste was wrapped around the pork feet, and the moment it entered the mouth, it had a frosted texture.

However, as the teeth were pressed, the soup absorbed into the meat came out and merged with the delicate yam paste. At this moment, the aroma of meat and yam were perfectly integrated, as if the mountains and flowing water, the blue sky and the white clouds, and the perfect taste instantly evoked the taste hidden in memory.

"It's so delicious, it's just a little worse than our local chicken, but it's also delicious." Liu Qingshan said shamelessly while chewing the pork.

My mother looked at him with a kind smile: "Do you want to eat chicken?"

"Yeah, yeah." Liu Qingshan chewed a piece of yam and nodded vigorously, "Such a good yam should be made with the best chicken."

"Go to have your dream." Wu Cuimei instantly put away her smile and said coldly Dingding, "Without my permission, I will see who dares to touch my chicken."

"Hehe, Mom, I'll just talk about it." Liu Qingshan shuddered.

All the chickens and ducks at home are under my control. If you want to kill chickens and ducks, you must have your mother’s oral instructions. If anyone dares to kill them first and then report, I’m sorry, my mother will definitely refuse to recognize her relatives and scold you for being so bloody.

Although I can’t eat chicken, it’s also very beautiful to have a meal of yam and pork feet.

After a meal, Liu Qingshan couldn't even straighten his waist. When the next morning, he would inevitably have to squat on the pit and suffer again. This was really five minutes to eat and two hours to squat on the pit.

When his son limped back from the ground above, Wu Cuimei asked, "Qingshan, are you going to sell yam in the town today? Why don't I go with you? I haven't been shopping in a long time."

"No." Liu Qingshan refused without thinking, "I'm not going to the town today, but to the county town. The county town is too far away, and riding a motorcycle is dangerous. You might as well wait and go later."

Upon hearing this, Wu Cuimei didn't know what to say. After watching her son tie the yam to the motorcycle and leave, she continued to bury her head and rub the rapeseed from the bamboo flat.

These rapeseeds are all rapeseed from cabbage, and were given by the village elder’s wife.

After learning that her vegetable garden was arched by a wild boar, the village chief’s wife brought the rapeseeds left at the beginning of spring this year.

If you rub these rapeseeds now and sprinkle them into the ground as soon as possible while the soil is still a little wet, you will probably be able to eat fresh cabbage in a month.

She is a person who has no ability, and it’s fine if she is not in good health, but she can’t read a few words. She can’t go into the mountains to work like those healthy women in the village, nor can she go to work in big cities like other women who know a few words.

She could only try her best to serve her home vegetable garden.

But even so, she has been idle for a few days all year round.

When it rains, she serves the pots, pans, clothes, shoes and socks at home. When it is sunny, she serves the vegetables, fruits and melons in the vegetable garden, and the chickens, ducks and ducks in the yard. She has not been able to do any big career this year, but she has made everything in the family orderly and has no worries about food.

However, in this way, she didn't have time to go shopping in the town.

Although she followed Liu Yuanhe to the health center last time, running up and down in the health center was enough for her to work hard, so she didn't have time to go to the market.

In fact, she just told her son that she wanted to go shopping in the town, not really. She just wanted to go and see what rapeseed is sold at the stalls selling rapeseed.

Now that the vegetable garden at home has just been built, it is time to sow rapeseed. If you can buy several different varieties and grow fast, it would be great.

She was absolutely worried about leaving this kind of thing to a man, so she just wanted to go and see it in person. But she didn't expect that her son would refuse it in one go.

Alas, I'd better rub the little rapeseed honestly and then sprinkle it into the field.

Wu Cuimei looked at the direction of the yard intersection again.

There was nothing but the big rooster walking there.

When Liu Qingshan arrived at the entrance of the county vegetable market, the hawkers who had been setting up stalls here immediately recognized him and greeted him warmly.

"Handsome guy, I haven't seen you for several days, and I thought you would stop working after making money."

"Yes, you don't know. After that day, people kept asking if there were any winter bamboo shoots sold."

"You didn't seize the opportunity and didn't sell it for a few more days while it was fresh. Now you're selling it again, it's probably not that easy to sell." The aunt who was selling vegetables while sorting out the vegetables from the stall, said with a smile.

The vegetable seller next to the aunt also said, "No, you see, there are a lot more people selling winter bamboo shoots at once. Now, it will definitely not be able to sell the price."

The uncle looks older than Liu Qingshan's father and his hair is also whiter. However, it is probably because he has not been dealing with mountains for many years like Liu Yuanhe, and his figure is slightly fatter.

He half-squinted his eyes, looked at Liu Qingshan with a smile and said, "If you can't sell all your winter bamboo shoots today, I will buy you two pounds."

"Your son is so rich, you should buy a few more kilograms." The vegetable seller smiled.

Others also started to cheer: "That's right, your son and his wife can make money. If you want to buy it, you have to buy about ten pounds."

"Come on," said the uncle, "It's their business for them to make money. I don't want them to support them, so I can make money myself."

When I said this, the uncle was very confident.

It seems that parents in the world are mostly like this, they always don’t accept old age, always feel that they still have the ability to make money, and they never want to drag down their children.

Whether it is Liu Yuanhe, village chief Chen Wenxing, or the smiling uncle in front of him, although their identities and family backgrounds are different, the stubbornness of not accepting old age is almost exactly the same.
Chapter completed!