Song Tan Jishi

In the few times Yu Yan had ever bought vegetables at the wet market, the radishes he was handed were definitely leafless radishes. What's more, the radish leaves are so long, green and old, what is she going to do with them?

So he said decisively: "I only want radishes."

 Qiaoqiao nodded: "Okay...actually, these leaves can be blanched and then used to steam buns. They are very delicious."

Yu Yan: ...but although it is green, it is really very old! It’s not like she doesn’t have common sense if she doesn’t cook much! This old leaf and old pole can be weighed. It is 20 pounds, which is really not cost-effective.

 Only the cameraman hesitated: "How about... keep the leaves?"

 Brother Li looked envious as he watched everyone shopping for groceries. At this moment, I was just curious: "Then if you buy it back like this, will your wife scold you for being ignorant of leaves and not being able to live a good life?"

 This is so possible!

The Wallpaper Camera immediately said firmly: "No!"

“Okay!” Qiao Qiao said happily: “Seventh cousin said I’m going to make buns tonight. I don’t know how to make pleats yet. There are so many radish leaves, so I can definitely practice a lot!”

He was so happy that everyone felt a little regretful at first. Could it be that they really missed something?

Hearing his reasons, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, just treat it as a teaching material. I don't feel bad if the leaves are not wrapped properly."

A few people were chatting and laughing and busy on the mountain, and the radishes and cabbages were being weighed. After a while, the bags and baskets were full, and some were piled scatteredly on the tricycle.

This time it was everyone's turn to be dumbfounded.

 When the bus is full, do they have to walk back? Pulling carrots is also a laborious job!

 …

Qiao Qiao returned to the yard first.

Wu Lan and Aunt Lianhua took advantage of the situation, wearing old cotton-padded jackets and carrying the bench, and sat next to the car. While waiting for Song Tan and Qiao Qiao to drag the basket bag off the car, they stretched out their hands to pull out the radish, and with a quick "click", it was ready. Twist off the radish leaves.

This work has no technical content and is just a matter of convenience. Everyone gathered around and worked hard, and soon they had a tall pile of radishes and an equally larger pile of green radish leaves.

Ulan skillfully took out the vegetable tape and said, "Pick up the leaves and tie them up."

Qiaoqiao shook her head: "Mom, they don't want radish leaves."

What?

Ulan wondered: "Why not? This is always a bit old, but it can be boiled in boiling water. Whether it is fried peppers or steamed buns, it is delicious!"

 Others’ old radish leaves may have a bad taste, so I wouldn’t eat them. But they really couldn’t bear to throw away theirs.

Furthermore, Boss Chang reported that there are many older customers, and he just likes the old radish leaves, saying that the steamed buns have the taste of the past...

 Qiao Qiao shook her head: "The reporter sister said that the leaves are old and I don't want to eat them. It's too heavy on the scale."

"Oh..." Ulan could understand it, and now he was even happier: "If these are all wrapped in buns, I can eat them for a while."

“Come on, Qiaoqiao, pick out the old leaves and the yellow leaves of these radish leaves. The seventh cousin can mix the stuffing later.”

Several people are quick in their hands and feet, and each divides the work. Sitting in the yard in the middle of winter, although my bare fingers were a little cold, the atmosphere was warm!

By the time Yu Yan and his party came down the mountain, they had packed up two hundred kilograms of radishes and put them into bags. Even the pile of radish leaves have been sorted out and are now being washed in the basin.

Seeing them come back, Ulan dug out a few more plastic bags he had accumulated from the house: "Here they come? I just wanted to ask you if these different varieties are packed in separate plastic bags for you?"

 “Separate, separate!” Yu Yan said quickly. "Okay." Wu Lan was already prepared. At this moment, he chopped off the roots of each huge Chinese cabbage and peeled off the skin layer by layer. Finally, he revealed the clean and compact Chinese cabbage with supermarket quality, and then put it into the bag next to him. put.

This cabbage is so strong that a big plastic bag can only hold one.

What makes Yu Yan even more satisfied is that the Chinese cabbage was weighed only after the old leaves were peeled off. Just like the radish over there, even the slightest bit of soil on the radish root was removed, it was neatly packed away.

The little carrots are also in small bundles, packed in red net bags. The obsessive-compulsive disorder is ecstatic when they see it!

 “You guys did it so neatly.” Yu Yan couldn’t help but admire.

"That's right!" Song Sancheng, who had been silent all this time, was proud of himself: "This big boss of a supplier comes all the way across the province to pick up food every day, and my family occasionally has to pick up the food at night. It's inevitable that he's a little more skilled."

“Besides, people trust us and pay us a high price. Old radish leaves cost 20 pounds per pound. Why don’t we pack them up for them?”

What? !

A few people were stunned for a moment: "20 a pound, are you buying these old radish leaves alone?"

"Yes," Song Sancheng said casually: "The radish costs 40 per catty. The leaves of this vegetable are old and of course the price will be reduced, so I'll cut them in half."

 Yu Yan:…

  She and the camera looked at each other, and both felt that they had suffered a big loss. Even if Song Sancheng was talking about the price they paid for it only once, etc., he couldn't stop the fire of regret in his chest.

 But there is obviously nothing to regret! If you can’t eat radish leaves, aren’t radishes pretty good? For the same 20 yuan, of course it’s more cost-effective to buy the freshest ones in season!

At this moment, Ulan's cell phone rang. Song Tan helped answer the call and then heard the person on the phone say:

“Auntie, I saw you sent a message saying that you can shoot on the pasture, right?”

 Look at the notes again—Yunyun.

Song Tan raised an eyebrow: "Mom, why are you so close to Yunyun?"

Ulan’s expression remained unchanged: “She met me while dancing in the square a while ago and said she wanted to take pictures of the grassland for netizens.”

She looked like she had nothing to do with it: "I said at the time that it was inconvenient to ferment manure over there. Now that it's winter, doesn't it smell bad? I just happened to catch it, so I asked someone to take care of it. Anyway. There’s nothing you can’t see people with.”

Excuse!

Mother and daughter, how could Song Tan not know what Wulan was thinking?

But... well, I'm ashamed to say that she was also curious.

Ulan answered the phone and said, "Yes, we can shoot! How are you going to shoot? Come and talk to Auntie."

 “Okay, okay!” There is no one on the other side who disagrees.

Not long after, Yun Yun walked over from afar with his jingling jewelry, like a walking money tree.

Song Tan looked at the other party expectantly, and only had time to give her mother a warning: "Don't ask more questions than you should, otherwise what if the person you lured deliberately retaliates against them."

Wu Lan rolled her eyes at her: "Can I not know? I planned to ask Yun Yun here, and by the way, I also asked reporter Yu to take a look. The girl she mentioned before who was arrested from Shannan was eighteen years old and had two younger brothers. Does it look like this?"

 Update 2, good night.