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Chapter 90

  Lin Zhen and Wang Xiaoyan had poured out the fresh milk fungi from the basket and spread them randomly on the ground under the eaves.

  There is no doubt that the lunch must be roasted milk fungus. The two families next door are also cooking it today. Aunt Yang and her family's method is to directly wash the milk fungus, slice it and steam it in a pot, thus retaining the original flavor of the fungus.

  At Chen Hu's house, he stir-fries a piece of chili pepper, which tastes extra spicy and appetizing in the hot and unappetizing summer.

  Ji Congzhe and Lin Zhen eat steamed vegetables most of the time throughout the year. In Shuangcai Town, everything can be steamed, including bamboo shoots in March and April, mushrooms in June and July, and potato pickles.

  However, the weather was too hot at noon today, so the young couple planned to make some porridge for lunch, and then stir-fry mushrooms and some seasonal vegetables like Chen Hu and his family did.

  Since we are making porridge, there is no need to cook it on the stove. This will waste firewood and make it difficult to control the heat.

  So Lin Zhen took out the coal stove and placed it under the eaves of the door. Then he grabbed the tongs and picked up a few dark coal cakes.

  I took out the aluminum soup pot from the cupboard, washed the rice a few times and poured it in, and scooped out a few tablespoons of water to prepare a pot of thin porridge. After all this was done, I took the soup pot and placed it on the coal stove slowly. Just endure it.

  Ji Congzhe put the watermelon on the mat in the small ancestral hall and left him alone. He then said to Lin Zhen, who was tinkering with the coal stove, "Look at the watermelon. I'll go to the back mountain to pick some vegetables."

  "Okay, go ahead."

  Seeing that Ji Congzhe was about to leave, Watermelon, lying on the sunbathing mat, crawled toward him like a clumsy turtle.

  "Be obedient and play by yourself first. Dad has to go out now and will come back to accompany you later." Ji Congzhe carried him to the innermost position again.

  A lot of vegetables have been grown in the back mountain this year, especially when Ji's mother is here. After she put the watermelon to sleep, she went to the back mountain to plant pepper and cabbage.

  There is a piece of land belonging to Lin Zhen over there, with a yellow soil slope behind it and surrounded by small woods.

  A path leads to the edge of the field. There is a lot of rain in spring and summer. Weeds grow wildly on both sides of the narrow path, and the dew in the grass can be wet when walking through it.

  This year's vegetables are growing even better than last year. The tender green pumpkin vine leaves cover a piece of the vegetable garden, which is so lush that it's hard to stand. The pumpkins are quietly hidden under the greenery, and you have to push aside the thick leaves to see them.

  The pumpkins are still young and dark green in color. If you want to eat pink pumpkins, you have to leave them unpicked. When they get old and turn yellow, they can be dried and stored.

  Ji Congzhe carried the basket through the pumpkin patch. In front of him was a bamboo pole frame. There were a lot of them planted this year. Long luffas and big-bellied gourds hung from the green pergola.

  And Ji Ma built a row of shelves on the slope, and now clusters of green beans and cowpeas are also hanging on the branches.

  In rural areas, as long as you don't occupy other people's land and don't damage the mountain soil, then if the vegetable field can't be planted, it doesn't matter if you plant more on the edge.

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