v3 Chapter 1070： Dad cooks porridge, mother and daughter bicker

"Children, don't be greedy, Laba is the new year. Laba porridge, drink for a few days..."

Entering the twelfth lunar month, time seems to have passed very quickly, and it was the Laba Festival in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, Feng Yifan had already prepared for it. He purchased some things for cooking Laba porridge in advance, and even some of them were made and prepared by himself in advance.

For example, some candied fruits in Laba porridge were made by Feng Yifan and everyone in the back kitchen, who collected fruits from different seasons and made them in advance.

So this morning, when Feng Ruoruo got up and sneaked into his parents' room, he found that his father was no longer in bed.

Seeing that his father was not in bed, Feng Ruoruo quickly got out of the house and ran to the kitchen.

Sure enough, Dad was busy in the kitchen.

Feng Ruoruo quietly entered the kitchen, came to his father's side cautiously, and suddenly pushed his father from behind, and then smiled and shouted: "Ah, good morning, father."

Feng Yifan actually started to pay attention to her daughter's movements when she heard the door of her daughter's room rang.

So he had known that his daughter had slipped into his room, then came out of the room, and approached him gently.

Feng Yifan, who had been prepared for a long time, was naturally not scared by his daughter.

But he still pretended to be taken aback.

"Oh, why is Ruoruo."

Feng Ruoruo saw that his father seemed to be frightened, and immediately said with a smile: "Yes, it's Ruoruo, dad, don't be afraid."

Feng Yifan turned his head and smiled and said to his daughter: "Okay, if it is Ruoruo, dad is not afraid."

Feng Ruoruo quickly turned around and brought the small bench placed in the corner of the kitchen.

Set the small bench by his father's side, and then Feng Ruoruo stood on the small bench.

Stepping on the small bench, Feng Ruoruo suddenly had some stove tops in the high kitchen, so that he could see the movements of his father's hands and the things his father had cut on the chopping board.

However, Feng Ruoruo was curious about the things in the pot on the stove.

She stretched her head to look around, wanting to see the contents of the pot.

However, between Feng Ruoruo and the stove, there was still father blocking her, so the little girl stretched her head, but she couldn't see clearly.

Finally, Feng Ruoruo couldn't help asking: "Dad, what are you cooking?"

Feng Yifan smiled, bowed his head and said to his daughter: "Dad is cooking Laba porridge."

Feng Ruoruo asked curiously, "Laba congee? What is that?"

Feng Yifan continued to explain: "Today is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, so we are going to eat Laba porridge today."

Then, Feng Yifan introduced the various ingredients in Laba Congee to his daughter.

Put red adzuki beans, mung beans, red kidney beans, white kidney beans, chicken head rice, millet, river rice, sorghum rice, rice, peanuts, longans, lotus seeds, red dates, walnuts, pumpkin seeds, quinoa, chestnuts, and raisins.

After hearing his father chant it again, Feng Ruoruo still counted while listening with his fingers.

But after counting, the little girl found that there seemed to be more than eight things?

Feng Ruoruo hurriedly asked: "Dad, daddy, it's not right, it's wrong."

Feng Yifan asked strangely: "What's wrong?"

Feng Ruoruo raised two small hands and said, "Dad, look at so many. If you have finished counting with both hands, isn't it porridge? Why are there so many things? Not eight kinds of things."

Feng Yifan couldn't help laughing when he saw her daughter holding up a pair of small hands with a strange expression on her face.

"Hahaha, our Ruoruo made a mistake. It is Laba Congee, not a porridge of eight things. It is called Laba Congee because it is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, so it is called Laba Congee."

Feng Ruoruo realized at this time that she had made a mistake. The little girl then asked, "Dad, why is it the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month? What is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month?"

Feng Yifan was stunned for a moment, and it was only then that he realized that he did not explain this to his daughter.

He explained it to his daughter in earnest.

"The twelfth lunar month is the last month of our previous calendar. In the past, our own calendar used the moon to calculate time, so it is different from the sun we use to calculate time. The twelfth lunar month is equivalent to December. ."

Feng Ruoruo immediately rushed: "Dad, December has passed."

Feng Yifan smiled and nodded: "Yes, December has passed, but if you use the moon to calculate the time, December has not passed. We are only now entering the month of the moon."

Then, Feng Yifan opened the lid and poured a small bowl of cold water into it.

While pouring water, he said to his daughter: "The eighth day of the month is the eighth day of this month."

Feng Ruoruo watched her father pour cold water into the pot and asked strangely: "Dad, why do you pour cold water into the pot? It was already cooked, but you can't eat it if you pour cold water on it?"

Feng Yifan smiled and said: "Because it hasn't been cooked yet, pour in cold water, and collide with the cold and hot water to make it easier for the beans to be cooked."

Feng Ruoruo watched his father add cold water to the pot every once in a while.

Until Dad used a spoon to scoop up the beans in the pot and saw that the beans had bloomed, Dad put the other things in batches.

The first is the chicken head rice, and then the kidney beans are put in.

After that, I put various things into the pot one after another.

Until the pot is full of various things.

"Yeah, Dad, a lot."

Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Yes, there are a lot of things. These are cooked. Let everyone eat together. If you want to eat it, grandpa and grandpa and grandma will eat it, and mother will also eat it."

Feng Ruoruo immediately added: "There is still a father, and father wants to eat together."

Feng Yifan said: "Yes, dad also wants to eat together."

Because Laba porridge is already very rich, Feng Yifan did not prepare other staple foods this morning. Instead, he prepared some side dishes and some cut preserves for the family to eat when they drank porridge.

When the porridge was almost cooked, the family members also got up one after another.

Finally, Su Ruoxi got up, saw the father and daughter in the kitchen, and then saw her daughter with disheveled hair and wearing pajamas.

Su Ruoxi asked tentatively, "Ruoruo, don't you wake up and haven't brushed your teeth and washed your face?"

Feng Ruoruo suddenly woke up when she was told by her mother.

"Ah, I forgot all about it."

Su Ruoxi said dumbfounded: "Then are you still having fun with your father over there? Come over and brush your teeth and wash your face, then comb your hair, like a little madman early in the morning."

Grandma still cared more about the little granddaughter, and took the initiative to walk to the kitchen door and said: "Okay, come, grandma will take Ruoruo."

Feng Ruoruo came out of the kitchen and smiled and said to her grandma: "It's okay, Ruoruo can go by herself."

After speaking, Feng Ruoruo quickly went to brush his teeth and wash his face.

Seeing Feng Ruoruo going to brush her teeth and wash her face, the whole family also smiled.

At this time, Su Jinrong, who was standing outside the restaurant, smelled the scent from the kitchen and said, "Oh? Did you eat porridge this morning?"

Feng Ruoruo was brushing his teeth in the bathroom of the living room, but when he heard her grandpa's words, he immediately poked his head out of the bathroom.

"Grandpa, my dad said it's Laba Festival and I want to eat Laba Congee."

Seeing her daughter's mouth full of foam came out to answer the conversation, Su Ruoxi said helplessly: "Feng Ruoruo, can you brush your teeth well? Don't always rush to answer the conversation."

Feng Ruoruo was told by her mother and hurried back to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

This time, the little girl was very serious. She quickly brushed her teeth, and then asked her grandma to help her face washing. After she came out, she asked her to braid herself.

When Feng Ruoruo had everything cleaned up, Feng Yifan's laba porridge and various side dishes and preserves were also ready.

"Okay, you can eat."

Feng Ruoruo immediately waved her little hand and greeted her grandparents, grandfather and mother, and said, "Hurry up, let's hurry up to eat. Dad has cooked Laba porridge. There are so many things."

At Feng Ruoruo's greeting, everyone entered the restaurant together and watched Feng Yifan bring things out.

The first is to arrange a variety of side dishes and preserves one by one.

The side dishes and preserves are all specially marinated by Feng Yifan and his father-in-law.

Especially for candied fruit, Feng Yifan also bought good honey, and pickled the sweet-scented osmanthus before picking it, and then went to honey to make various candied fruits.

In this way, the candied fruit will have a slight scent of osmanthus.

Just such a small dish, one small dish, has already caused the index finger of the family to move.

Finally, Feng Yifan brought out the highlight of the day, which was Laba Congee.

"Come on, sticky laba porridge."

Feng Ruoruo couldn't wait long ago, waving her little hand and cheering: "It's great, here is Laba Congee, Laba Congee is here."

Watching Feng Yifan put it down, the whole family also looked over.

Sniffing the fragrance, the whole family felt very good when they saw the Laba porridge in the big bowl.

Su Jinrong smiled and said, "It's really good. Yifan's porridge was cooked very well today. It's sticky, and the contents are very solid."

Feng Yifan said: "This version was specially made by the old chef of a Chinese restaurant when I was abroad during the Laba Festival. At that time, it would be distributed in Chinatown to many Chinese who could not go home abroad. "

Lu Cuiling looked at it and said, "Oh, the things inside are really solid, it seems there are more than eight."

Feng Ruoruo immediately explained what she said to her grandma.

"Grandma, grandma, listen to Ruoruo to you."

Lu Cuiling also turned to look at her little granddaughter.

Feng Ruoruo took her grandma's hand, and said with a serious face: "Grandma, Laba porridge is not eight things. Laba porridge is called Laba porridge because it is eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. Do you know grandma? The twelfth lunar month is based on the moon. In December, the eighth day of the calculation time is the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."

Lu Cuiling listened to her little granddaughter very seriously, she said to herself the same, explaining for a long time like a little teacher.

That little appearance is really very interesting, and it makes Lu Cuiling laugh non-stop.

"Oh, our Ruoruo knows a lot."

Feng Ruoruo smiled and said, "Daddy told Ruoruo."

Feng Yifan has prepared the porridge for everyone, and said to everyone: "Okay, let's start eating it quickly. Let's try it and see how it tastes? If you don't think it is sweet, you can put some sugar on your own. If you think it tastes good, today We boil a pot in Su Ji for the guests to eat."

Feng Ruoruo listened to her father's words and immediately said: "Dad, if you want to put sugar in, then."

Su Ruoxi said to her daughter: "You taste the taste first. If it doesn't feel sweet, we will add sugar."

Feng Ruoruo pursed her small mouth and said, "Mom, you have to put sugar in porridge."

Su Ruoxi said: "Why, the preserved egg and lean meat porridge made by my father before, didn't it contain sugar?"

Feng Ruoruo said: "That's different. There are so many things in this, you need to put sugar in it."

Su Ruoxi said again: "Then you can taste it, and put it on if it's not sweet."

Feng Ruoruo is still reluctant and unforgiving: "No, give Ruoruo some sugar first."

As a result, the mother and daughter struggled for a long time, but grandma came forward to solve it.

"Oh, that's all right, don't quarrel with your mother. In this way, grandma will put some candied fruit on you. It can also be very sweet. Let's try it first."

Under the coordination of grandma, Feng Ruoruo finally agreed.

Then, grandma put some candied fruit in a small bowl and mixed it well for the little granddaughter.

Feng Ruoruo then started to scoop it with a small spoon.

After eating, Feng Ruoruo immediately said, "Ah, it's so sweet."

Su Ruoxi said: "Look, mom tells you, let you taste it first, you have to put sugar in it, isn't it very sweet after unfolding?"

Feng Ruoruo smiled and said, "That's because my grandma put honey."

Seeing her daughter, Su Ruoxi was a little helpless: "You little thing, now more and more trouble with mother, right?"

Grandma said quickly: "Hurry up and apologize to mother, or mother will get angry."

As a result, Feng Ruoruo said: "Mom is a stingy bag."

When Su Ruoxi heard her daughter say this, she was really dumbfounded by anger.

Lu Cuiling said to her little granddaughter: "You can't talk about mom like that. Mom is angry, so she won't take Ruoruo to play with her in the future."

Su Ruoxi smiled and stared at her daughter and said, "You said mom is stingy, that's good, today my mom won't let you send snacks to everyone, you will stay by my mom's side for me."

Sure enough, this trick is very useful to Feng Ruoruo.

The little girl quickly apologized to her mother.

"I'm sorry, mom Mom is not a stingy bag, Ruoruo is a stingy bag, mother, don't let Ruoruo go to send a snack, mother is sorry."

Su Ruoxi saw her daughter begging, and she felt very satisfied.

Instead of responding to her daughter, she proudly ate the porridge spoon by spoon.

This naturally made Feng Ruoruo very anxious, and the little girl began to beg her mother non-stop.

This morning, the little bickering between the mother and daughter also made the family feel happy.

Su Ruoxi also endured it for a while, and soon she couldn't stretch herself, so she could only smile and say to her daughter: "Hahaha, okay, mother is not angry, you hurry up and eat, otherwise it won't taste good if it gets cold. "

Seeing her mother smile at herself, Feng Ruoruo knew that her mother was not angry, so she was serious about eating porridge with a small spoon.

This morning, the whole family ate a bowl of Laba porridge warmly.

After breakfast, everyone cleaned up and left home for Su Ji.