Changping Village, in Daan and Xiaohua's house.

Today's house has obviously been deliberately decorated by Mr. Sun, and it has a lot of festive colors.

Fuwa's cradle is right next to Daan and Xiaohua's wedding bed. The bed is covered with red plush cushions, and nearly eighteen bowls are neatly placed on the cushions. Each bowl is filled with five-color fruits, red beans, red dates, and glutinous rice.

Boiled red eggs, and various other delicacies.

In addition, the round stool on the side is also cushioned with red silk cloth. On the red silk cloth are placed neatly folded clothes, shoes, socks, and hats.

These things were all prepared by Sun, Yang Ruoqing, Xiaoduo and others for Fuwa in the past few days.

Fuwa's birthday is on the 16th day of the seventh lunar month, which happens to be tomorrow.

"This year happens to be our Fuwa's first birthday. According to the rules here, we have to hold a banquet to celebrate, and we have to invite relatives and friends to our house for a meal."

Mrs. Sun gently stroked Fuwa's cradle and said this to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Yes, the fifth aunt, the eldest aunt and others met me in the past few days, and they all asked me whether our family could host the birthday party. I told them that Fuwa and the others were in the capital, and Da'an said that in the letter

Saying there is no need to do anything is just a formality, it is almost the same as if they had arranged it for her in the capital."

Sun felt a little regretful.

"Hey, I can't hold the child's first birthday party. I feel sorry for Fuwa."

"Mom, don't think like that. Da'an and Xiaohua are Fuwa's parents. They can take care of it in the capital."

Looking at the colorful melon and fruit snacks in front of her, Yang Ruoqing continued: "Mom, you are not idle at home. Look at these, they are all used to worship 'Mengga Po'."

Mengga Po is a saying passed down orally. Everyone believes that when a child sleeps in a cradle, the cradle will have spirituality. Menga Po is the patron saint catalyzed by this spirituality.

When the child is asleep, he silently guards the child, exists in the child's dreams, and teaches her many things.

Sometimes the child suddenly giggles while asleep in the cradle, which makes everyone smile heartily. This is Mengga Po teasing the child.

Sometimes the child pouts or cries in his sleep, and everyone says it is because the child is naughty and Mengga is teaching her a lesson. No matter whether he laughs or cries, the child will not be alone in his dreams. There is always such a guardian angel.

Accompany your children to grow up.

Therefore, most people, during festivals or when they cook something new to eat, would take a symbolic amount and put it next to the cradle to honor Grandma Mengga and ask her to take care of the child.

And for a well-to-do family like the Yang Huazhong family, which regards their children as treasures, it is natural not to mention their piety and filial piety to Meng Ga Po.

"There are also these little clothes that we have prepared for Fuwa. After the birthday, I will ask the Shunfeng Escort Agency to take them to the capital for them." Yang Ruoqing promised again.

"What? These little clothes can be delivered to Hua'er?" Sun's eyes suddenly lit up, and she was a little excited.

"If it can be delivered to them, I will prepare more things later, as well as Feng'er's clothes and shoes. Da'an, the wild beast at home, likes to eat, and Hua'er likes to eat the hot sauce I made, so I will also pack two bags for her.

Jar, Qing'er, do you think you can carry it?"

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "One sheep is herded, and a group of sheep are herded. Anyway, I will give money to the escort agency. Mom, you can prepare whatever you want to bring with you. However, it is best not to bring fresh food with you. It is hot and the road is long.

, it has to be broken before leaving Qing’an County, dry goods and sealed salty chili sauce will do.”

"Okay, I know what I'm doing. I'll show it to you when everything is ready. You can tell me if there's anything you can't bring."

"No problem, I will take care of mother when the time comes."

Mrs. Sun immediately went to prepare things, and soon there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets in the opposite room.

Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but smile and shook her head. Is your mother going to move her family to the capital?

Mrs. Liu came back from the toilet with her pants in hand. She must have been very satisfied with her release, and her face was full of joy.

"Third sister-in-law, I'm fine, where are you? Should we start cooking?"

"Hey, it's coming."

Mrs. Sun responded and ran out in a hurry.

"Sister-in-law, what are you doing? Why did I hear the ping-ping-ping-pong-ping in your room?" Mrs. Liu poked her head into Mrs. Sun's room and asked curiously.

Mrs. Sun explained with a smile, then closed the door and came to the yard, "Let's go cook some food. If we don't cook, they will be hungry."

With Mrs. Liu's help here, Yang Ruoqing naturally didn't have to stay. She hurried back to Luo's house and prepared to have lunch with Wang Cuilian.

Although she is the daughter of the Yang family, she is also the daughter-in-law of the Luo family. During traditional festivals like this, she cannot just stay at her parents' house to help. She has to focus on her husband's family.

There are elders and children in the husband’s family. On weekdays, you should take more care of your natal family and find a balance between your husband’s family and your natal family.

Wang Cuilian soaked glutinous rice overnight, the red blood glutinous rice, and steamed it with minced meat to make pearl balls.

In addition, I also ground rice flour, kneaded minced meat, pickles and chopped green onion into it, and kneaded fried rice balls.

When the fried rice dumplings come out of the pot, they look very similar to peeled water chestnuts, except that both sides are fried in the pot until they have a thin layer of golden color. They are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. This is a unique feature of this area in Changping Village.

The most distinctive dish during the Hungry Ghost Festival every year is comparable to the meatballs and meatloaf served during the Chinese New Year.

Moreover, the Luo family is also very particular about the oil they use to make fried rice dumplings.

No, Yang Ruoqing picked out a small jar the size of an adult's fist from a row of small jars, wiped off the dust on the outside, and placed it on the pot table.

Wang Cuilian was lighting the fire. When she saw her taking out the jar, she quickly stood up and poked her head over to take a look.

"Qing'er, is this the flower oil you made a few times ago?" she asked curiously.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and nodded: "Yes, in order to practice this palm-sized piece of flower oil, I saved the pig intestines of several big black pigs."

There is suet and flower oil on the pig.

Suet is an oil refined from pig visceral fat. It produces more oil and less oil residue. Farmers cannot afford to eat meat regularly, so the lard they prepare at home to satisfy their cravings is usually suet.

If the suet is not processed properly, it will be a little greasy and even smelly.

Flower oil is the oil on the edge of the intestines, used to protect the intestines. The ratio of suet to flower oil is very different in pigs, and a pig cannot extract a few taels of flower oil.

Flower oil is rare and tastes better than suet. You can add a little bit of it to stir-fry, boiled egg soup, etc. to enhance the flavor, and it has a great texture.

While speaking, Yang Ruoqing took out a small piece of cheese-like floral oil from the jar and put it into the hot pot. As soon as the cold oil touched the hot iron pot, it immediately made a sizzling sound and melted into a crystal clear liquid.

Oil accumulates at the bottom of the pot.
Chapter completed!