For such an arrangement of osmanthus, Mohs naturally agrees very much.

After all, everyone's grain is obtained in vain, and these two years have been a bumper harvest year, although each family has some surplus grain, but it is also tight, for fear that there will be some accidents.

In fact, the pickles mentioned by osmanthus are not a new thing, but something that is available in every vegetable garden at the moment, cucumbers.

The cucumbers of this era are different from the cucumbers eaten before the osmanthus crossed.

Although the cucumbers of this era are not as straight as they used to eat, the taste is full of cucumber flavor.

Not to mention dipping sauce or cold dishes, even if you eat it with an empty mouth, the taste of this cucumber is sweet, and both adults and children are particularly fond of cucumbers.

However, no matter how much you like something, if you eat too much, it will not be precious.

The idea of osmanthus is this kind of thing that everyone has been accustomed to eating.

Early in the morning, the osmanthus picked a few cucumbers from the ground and came back, and after cleaning them quickly, they were cut into sections, and then they were smeared with salt and salted in the shade.

After this morning's pickling, the cucumbers have already seeped out of the soup, and the originally crisp cucumbers have shrunk a little at this time.

Osmanthus poured out the salty soup of the cucumber and washed it twice with clean water before draining it again and putting it in an empty basin.

"You give it to the loser child, this salty taste that was finally pickled in is all washed out by you." Mo was preparing lunch, and when he saw the osmanthus pickled vegetables like this, he was immediately angry.

But osmanthus is indifferent, "Mother, the first time the soup of this pickled cucumber is very good, if you feel that it is a pity to pour it out, then keep it for stir-frying and use some when putting the soup, but don't put too much, lest the taste is wrong, and then spoil a pot of soup." ”

I had already guessed that Mo's would be angry at himself for wasting salty salt like this, so when he poured the salt water for the first time, the osmanthus would stay in particular.

Hearing what Osmanthus said, Mo's face was a little better, but he still couldn't help but sigh at Osmanthus for being so wasteful.

Osmanthus ignored Mo's attitude, because the pot itself was very heavy, and even when it was empty, Osmanthus had to hold it with two hands, so at this time she naturally didn't want to hold the pot.

opened the cupboard, picked out the various spices that he had just bought, took the appropriate amount, and added them to the cucumber pot one by one.

Where is this pickled vegetables, this is simply a big meal.

And Mohs can't understand how to pickle pickles, pickled pickles, at most, it is a good practice to put some sesame oil or something.

But looking at the osmanthus in front of me, in addition to putting sesame oil, I also put sweet and sour, what kind of pickle is this?

If he hadn't agreed a long time ago not to stop Osmanthus from making pickles, Kung Fu Mo would have really wanted to snatch the bottles and cans in Osmanthus at this time.

However, not crossing hands does not mean not speaking.

"You kid, what kind of demon are you! This is with sugar and vinegar, can you still eat that dish? ”

"Mother, don't bother me first, I'll make this dish later, you won't know if you can eat it if you can eat it." Osmanthus didn't have the time to explain so much to Moh's now.

It's not that Osmanthus is impatient, but Osmanthus feels that as long as she opens her mouth, saliva will flow out of the corners of her mouth.

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