In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

After separating from Li Qingxiu, Song Hongguo took her child back to the dormitory. She made cabbage stewed vermicelli for lunch, with fat and thin bacon in it. It tasted delicious. However, at the dinner table, Huo Minglou and her child preferred the spicy and sour dish. She picked the radish slices last night and brought a jar from home.

I didn't expect it to be so popular.

Huo Minglou was full of praise, "I didn't like eating radishes the most in the past, but I didn't know that when the radishes are ready, they are no less good than meat."

Ling Zhi also said, "This goes well with porridge and noodles. It's sour and appetizing, and it goes very well with meals."

Ling Yuan followed up, "It can be used as snacks."

It was sour and spicy, with a crisp bite and a little bit of sweetness. The more I ate, the more I wanted to eat. The small plate on the table, which was originally full, was empty after a while.

Song Hongguo couldn't help but laugh, "Just eat it if you like. This is the most important thing in the house."

There are a lot of radishes planted in the backyard. I dug them out yesterday and made several jars of pickles. The rest were stored in the cellar. They can be eaten all winter long. They can be properly buried with soil to keep the water fresh.

Huo Minglou asked curiously, "How did you do it? Is there a secret recipe?"

Song Hongguo said angrily, "There is no secret recipe. I just want to be willing to use the ingredients and make it carefully."

Nowadays, to pickle pickles, you just clean them and put them in a jar, sprinkle them with salt and that's it. But when she made them, the steps were much more complicated. Moreover, it was made with both sugar and vinegar, and she even secretly poured Sprite and Lingquan water into it. Can it taste bad? Not only is it delicious, it also nourishes the body.

But these secret recipes cannot be revealed.

Huo Minglou didn't suspect anything and just asked, "Is there more? Fill me with two small cans and I'll give them to the teacher and Director Zhong. They should also like this one."

Song Hongguo agreed, but asked worriedly, "Is it appropriate to just give me a can of pickles?"

Huo Minglou smiled and said, "It's appropriate to send them as a gift."

Because we are close to each other, we don’t have to pay so much attention to giving things. If you think it’s delicious, just give one to the other person to try. This is filial piety, and the other person will only feel happy and satisfied.

Song Hongguo reacted, "I'll pack it for you later. There are some salted duck eggs I've pickled before. You can eat them if you count the days. You can also bring a portion."

Huo Minglou nodded happily, "It's all up to you."

Song Hongguo thought that she couldn't just send these two people as gifts. Xu Xianghong and Dean Zhang were also very close to her, and they had a lot of support and support in their work, so the next day, they also prepared gifts for each of them. A can, in addition to apples and hawthorns, I also carried a bagful.

Xu Xianghong said a few polite words and then smiled. The longer they get along, the more familiar they become. It is common to send things to each other, and refusing to do so will only make them resentful.

The same was true for Dean Zhang, who also took the initiative to ask her if she had a persimmon tree at home.

Song Hongguo said, "There are two. They will be picked in a few days. There are also many on the mountain. Do you like to eat persimmons? I will send you a basket when the time comes."

Dean Zhang laughed and said, "That's good, I'll wait. Our local persimmons cannot be eaten directly after being picked. They have to be covered for a few days. Once they are softened, they are very sweet, just like drinking sugar water." The persimmons are also delicious and chewy, and the layer of white frost on the outside can relieve coughs and reduce phlegm."

Song Hongguo said, "Then let's make some persimmons. In fact, persimmons can also make wine and vinegar. Let me learn how to do it. If it works, I will bring you some to try."

Dean Zhang said "ok" repeatedly.

A few days later, Song Hongguo picked a bunch of persimmons and began to deliver them to the hospital one after another. She was riding a bicycle and had to take care of her children. She couldn't transport too many at one time, so she could only take them in several batches. Everyone who knew her well was not left behind. Dean Zhang, Xu Xianghong, Wang Suli, and other colleagues in the department and outpatient clinic, according to their relationship, Han Ying and Song Hongbing also gave two baskets. In addition, Huo Minglou also gave some to Director Zhong and Director Zhou.

Anyway, it's not a rare thing, and everyone knows that the most indispensable thing in the Tomato Brigade is persimmon trees, so she, the gift giver, is not afraid of being criticized, and the recipient has no burden.

After she finished delivering the persimmons, the two trees at home were still sparse. Now the persimmons had turned red and were scraped on the branches like small lanterns. They were really beautiful, adding a touch of bright and moving color to the bleak late autumn. Color has also become the most beautiful scenery at the moment.

In future generations, today's Tomato Brigade will probably be trampled on by tourists who come here to admire it, but now, few people have the leisure to appreciate it.

Song Hongguo was so in love that in the middle of the month, the clinic was not busy, so she took a special day off, and asked Huo Minglou to bring her camera with her, planning to go to the mountains to play.

After Song Hongbing and Han Ying found out, they also came with them.

The last time the two of them came, the yard was still lush and green, with luxuriant flowers and leaves. Now, the leaves have fallen and the flowers have faded, making it look a bit bleak. Only the vegetable fields on both sides are still a little green, but it is getting more and more green. In this way, the unique beauty of the persimmon tree can be shown more clearly.

The persimmons are shining in the sky, their fragrance is sweet and their color is charming. Thousands of fruits are sweet and intoxicating, and the trees are full of rubies.

Huo Minglou hadn't been here for several days. When he saw this scenery, he couldn't help but say, "Seeing the autumn persimmons in the small courtyard in the mountains, a bright red greets the eyebrows."

Song Hongbing praised, "The poems and lyrics really complement each other."

Han Ying couldn't wait to stand under the tree and asked Huo Minglou to take a photo for her.

We also had lunch under the persimmon tree. The hot pot prepared by Song Hongguo had a spicy butter base. Even in the current weather, after several people ate it, they didn't feel cold at all, they just felt hearty.

The beef and mutton were brought by Song Hongbing and Huo Minglou. Song Hongguo also prepared meatballs, noodles, mushrooms, tofu and vegetables. Everyone enjoyed the meal so much that they were stretched out in their chairs and didn't want to move.

When they had enough fun and left, they all had big and small bags. Han Ying especially liked the papaya, with its golden skin. It tasted ordinary, but the taste was so sweet. If you put it in the room, you can smell a few. The moon is not bad.

She also fell in love with the reed and persimmon ornaments in Song Hongguo's house. She wanted to wait until the house Xu Wei applied for was approved, then tidy them up and make them into decorations.

Song Hongguo responded generously.

Anyway, there were plenty of reeds and persimmons in the village, so it would be easy for her to do something else.

When she went to work the next day, Song Hongguo also brought a few papayas and divided them among acquaintances. Xu Xianghong smiled and said, "My daughter will definitely like this. It smells much better than perfume..."

Song Hongguo said, "Eat this papaya directly. It doesn't taste very good, but it smells the best. It can also be made into preserved fruit and wine. I will make it later and bring you some to try."

Xu Xianghong thanked her and couldn't help but sigh, "During this period, I've been eating a lot of your food and taking advantage of it..."

Not to mention persimmons and apples, Song Hongguo also brings some snacks such as hawthorn rolls, yam cakes, and pumpkin cakes for everyone to try from time to time. Who in the clinic or department has not eaten the things she made?

There are many people who take advantage of her.

Of course, her popularity is also at an all-time high. (End of chapter)