Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 570 Quickly Spit Out (Fourth)

Sun said: "Your sister-in-law is here today, and she is at your grandma's room."

"Your grandma didn't make wild garlic cakes, let me give you another bowl, saying that your sister-in-law likes my wild garlic cakes." Sun said.

Yang Ruoqing put down the fire stick in her hand and stood up.

"Mother, the big bowl just now is enough for my grandma and my sister-in-law. My grandfather and the craftsman eat at our place at noon."

"Besides, eating wild garlic cakes on March [-]rd is just to taste the delicacy for the festival, and it's not a must to hold on to death. I won't allow you to give it away!"

Yang Ruoqing's tone was extremely firm.

Sun is a little embarrassed.

"But, your grandma has already opened her mouth..."

"My grandma talks a lot!" Yang Ruoqing said.

"Let's just send a sea bowl. If I really want to satisfy my aunt's appetite, this big pot won't be enough!" she said.

Sun said: "Okay, then I won't give it away. Then you'll be offended later..."

Yang Ruoqing directly interrupted Sun's words: "If she dares to criticize, she won't give away any food in the future. It's her duty to give it away. She's even sent her complaints!"

Front yard, east house.

Tan closed the door, and pushed a bowl full of wild garlic cakes on the table in front of Yang Huamei.

"Just out of the pan, your third sister-in-law's handicraft, eat it while it's hot!" Tan Shi said.

Yang Huamei salivated just by smelling the fragrance.

Before Tan Shi finished speaking, she grabbed one with each hand.

Take a bite to the left and a bite to the right.

The oil of the bacon overflowed, covering the mouth full, the cakes were soft and glutinous, the bacon was crispy, the dried tofu was smooth, and the aroma of wild garlic blended into it.

Yang Huamei groaned and groaned, her mouth was full of oil, and she finished two of the two in her hand in three or five bites.

He reached out again, grabbed two more, and started gobbling them.

Mrs. Tan sat aside, her face full of relief.

But a little distressed.

"Girl, your plate is so small, is it because the old Wang's family doesn't give you enough to eat?" Tan asked.

Yang Huamei's cheeks were almost bursting, and she said vaguely: "No, it's because they are full, but their food is not enough oil and water, and the meat is lost after eating."

"Oh..." Tan nodded.

"Is Shuan Ziniang still in charge of the cooking?" She then asked.

Yang Huamei nodded: "Ms. Shuanzi puts the pot on and puts it off the stove. She cooks very quickly."

Tan was secretly happy.

My own daughter is blessed, and she doesn't have to go to the kitchen for a while when she gets married as a daughter-in-law.

But on second thought, Mrs. Tan was contradictory again.

"The power to hold the spoon is not in your hands. If you want to eat something, you can't be the master. It's not a matter of time!" Tan pondered.

Yang Huamei agreed with this and nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, sometimes I don't like to eat porridge at night, but want to eat poached eggs."

"Ms. Shuanzi said, the eggs are gone, and we have to wait for the hen to lay eggs the next day."

"I don't believe it. I went to the kitchen to look for it, but I don't know where she hid it." Yang Huamei said angrily.

"Fried cabbage, I asked her to put lard in it, but she said no."

"But when I tasted it in my mouth, it didn't smell like lard at all. I'm fooled!" Yang Huamei said.

Tan nodded.

"Mei'er, when you go back this time, you should be more obedient and have a sweeter mouth, so as to make Miss Shuan happy."

"Let her hand over the spatula to you."

"No, no, no." Yang Huamei shook her head like a rattle.

"It's too tiring to take care of the family's meals, so I won't do it," she said.

Tan said: "They have a small family, only four."

"You are in charge of the spoon, and let Shuanzi Niang stuff the firewood for you."

"In the future, you can cook according to your own taste, how nice it is!" Tan said.

Yang Huamei tilted her head, a little moved.

"Sure, then I'll try it when I go back this trip, as long as I'm in charge, I can cook whatever I like!" Yang Huamei said.

"But Mei'er, you still don't know how to cook." Tan Shi said.

"Don't be afraid, mother, teach me!"

"Oh, yes, yes, as long as I, Mel, are willing to learn, my mother is willing to teach!"

As long as the mother and daughter were talking, a bowl of wild garlic cake was enough.

Tan didn't know what the smell was, but it all went into Yang Huamei's stomach.

"It's gone so soon? Hey, I just had a gap between my teeth!"

Yang Huamei pursed her lips, looking unsatisfied.

Tan said: "It's okay, I will tell your third sister-in-law to bring another bowl later, and there will be more later."

The mother and daughter sat and chatted, and Mrs. Tan took out the red dates that Bao Suyun had sent a few days ago for Yang Huamei to eat.

He scooped up caramel again, and made a bowl of brown sugar water that was too sweet and greasy for Yang Huamei to drink.

He spat out the date pits all over the floor, drank three bowls of brown sugar water, and did not see Mrs. Sun bringing wild garlic cakes.

"Mother, didn't you say that the third sister-in-law would send it again?" Yang Huamei asked.

"I'm so hungry again, why haven't I seen her come?"

Hearing Yang Huamei's question, Tan was also a little surprised.

"Why don't you come?"

Surprised, Mrs. Tan opened the door and poked her head out into the yard.

There are no ghosts outside.

"It's weird, I've already opened my mouth, will she dare to come?" Tan said to herself.

Yang Huamei curled her lips: "It must be the dead fat girl who stopped me and didn't let the third sister-in-law come over."

Tan Shi said: "It's possible!"

"Mom, what should I do? I'm not full yet..." Yang Huamei asked, stroking her stomach.

Tan Shi also made a difficult case.

"If it's the other rooms, I'll just take you to get them. But these three rooms... are not easy to mess with!" Tan Shi said.

Yang Huamei was also very depressed.

"I don't care, anyway, I'm going to go back to my mother's house today, and I just want to eat wild garlic cakes!"

Yang Huamei sat there, patting the table and shouting.

Mrs. Tan hurried over to coax her.

"Don't cry, dear Meier. Without the third wife, there are still your sister-in-law and fourth sister-in-law."

"I saw them picking wild garlic in the morning, and it will be delivered later." Tan said.

Sure enough, after a while, Mrs. Jin came over.

He was holding a bowl in his hand, and there was a mass of black stuff in the bowl. As soon as he walked in the door, he smelled a burnt smell.

"Oh, what's all this?"

Tan frowned and asked.

Jin Shi was a little embarrassed, gestured there, and yelled.

"Mother, sister-in-law said, this is wild garlic cake." Yang Huamei translated on the side.

Mrs. Tan picked up one and put it in front of her eyes.

Sure enough, I saw a wild garlic thicker than grass.

"Really!" Mrs. Tan shook her head, unable to bear to look directly.

Yang Huamei picked up one and took a bite. Before chewing a few times, she quickly vomited it out.

"Mom, it's so unpalatable!"

Yang Huamei said.

With the wild garlic cake made by the third sister-in-law before, this sister-in-law's cooking is simply...

Tan also took a sip and vomited.

She glared at Jin Shi angrily: "What do you mean? Use a few sticky pots to fool me?"

Kim looked terrified.

Tan pushed Jin away, and rushed out of the room staring at her little feet.

She came to the Shangwu stove in one breath, which was the stove of Lao Yang's family in the past, and now it belongs to the eldest room.

(End of this chapter)