Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Dinner
Mrs. Liu rushed out of the dormitory holding the half-eaten watermelon to defend her territory.

Wang Cuilian was startled by Mrs. Liu's reaction, and she looked bewildered.

Yang Ruoqing ate the last bite of watermelon in a leisurely manner, then got up and went to the bathroom, and said to Wang Cuilian, "It's okay, Fourth Aunt is just so impatient."

"Hehe..." Wang Cuilian came back to her senses and smiled awkwardly.

Her eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure again: "Qing'er, your mother specifically asked me to tell you that she burned the beef tendon meat that was marinated last time. It is your favorite food, and she told you to go there."

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, "Okay, then I'll wash my hands and I'll go there, aunt, you guys are eating at home at night, don't fool me casually, eat whatever you want, don't wrong yourself."

You can't blame Yang Ruoqing for deliberately mentioning it, because it's impossible not to mention it.

When she and Luo Fengtang were not at home, the three elders in the family ate very simply and casually.

Tuobaxian never ate dinner very much, sometimes she just ate a few pieces of dim sum in the house.

So Wang Cuilian and Luo Tiejiang just made some cornmeal batter, put some wild vegetables and salt in it to enhance the flavor, and then dismissed it.

Cook some noodles, stir-fry leftovers, etc., which is considered very grand.

Even though earth-shaking changes have taken place in the family today, they have always maintained their original living habits when they were poor.

When the children are at home, try to make delicious food to change their appetites, but for themselves, it is as simple as ever.

Yang Ruoqing's reminder warmed Wang Cuilian's heart.

But she still said truthfully: "We eat too much at noon, and we eat some cornmeal batter to scrape oil at night."

"Auntie, what about the remaining half bowl of braised chicken?"

"I'll put it in a basket, put it in the well and chill it, and we'll eat it together at noon tomorrow."

Yang Ruoqing knew this was the arrangement.

She put some soap in her hand, and at the same time turned her head to Wang Cuilian and said with a smile: "It's not suitable to eat overnight food during the dog days, aunt, you listen to me, cook some food at night, and warm up the food with my uncle." Eat it, okay?"

"Just the two of us, that's too much luxury..."

Yang Ruoqing became serious, and said: "Auntie, that's nothing at all. You listen to me, so I can go to my mother's house to eat sauced beef with peace of mind. Otherwise, I will not feel at ease when I eat sauced beef in my mouth."

When Wang Cuilian heard this, she was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes turned red.

She quickly turned to her side, pretending to help Yang Ruoqing get the wiping veil, and quietly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.

Then he turned his face and resumed his usual loving smile, "Okay, then let's not put it off, and serve your uncle a drink when it's hot at night."

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, took the handkerchief Wang Cuilian handed over, wiped her hands, and happily went to her mother's house.

The Luo family's dinner is eaten in the small dining hall next to the kitchen.

Blacksmith Luo couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw that there were not only the leftover braised chicken from noon, but also two kinds of fried chicken on the small table.

"The children don't eat at home, so why do we eat so well? Isn't this a waste of things!"

Wang Cuilian came over with the wine pot and wine cup, put them in front of Blacksmith Luo, and said with a smile: "I said to eat corn paste, but Qing'er refused, and you are still in a hurry with me. I have nothing to do."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Blacksmith Luo looked at the food in front of him again, then grinned.

Just as the old couple raised their chopsticks, Yang Ruoqing's voice came from outside the kitchen through a courtyard wall.

Wang Cuilian put down her chopsticks, "It's Qing'er calling, I'll take a look."

"Go quickly." Blacksmith Luo urged.

Wang Cuilian responded loudly, and hurried out of the kitchen.

After a while, Wang Cuilian came back with an extra rice bowl in her hand.

"What's the situation?" Blacksmith Luo asked her.

Wang Cuilian put the bowl on the table, and it turned out to be a bowl of braised beef tendon with potatoes. The potatoes were burnt to a golden brown, and a layer of chili powder was sprinkled on the outside.

The beef is the kind of "money tendon meat". It looks like Sun's handwriting. Each piece is cut into large pieces, with moderate thickness and uniform meat quality. The transparent fascia in the middle is like a criss-crossing river.

This kind of beef tendon meat has the best taste. It is not sticky at all when eaten in the mouth. It is soft and firm. The taste is further sublimated by various ingredients such as ginger and pepper. As soon as it is put on the table, the explosive aroma Straight into Blacksmith Luo's nasal cavity.

"It's so delicious, I'm sorry for such good beef if I don't drink five cups tonight!"

Wang Cuilian smiled, "Up to three cups at most."

"Where is the fun of three cups? Five cups!"

"The three cups were specifically confessed by Qing'er just now. She said that the three cups are good for sleeping. When she asked later, I won't hide it for you."

"Huh? Is that so?"

Blacksmith Luo held the jug with a troubled expression on his face.

Wang Cuilian covered her mouth and smiled secretly.

Blacksmith Luo loosened his eyebrows and said helplessly, "Okay, three cups will be three cups."

Although it was a helpless tone, when he was drinking, he smacked his mouth, and that intoxicated and comfortable look seemed like an old man who was very satisfied with life and his children.

The same is true for Wang Cuilian. The old couple just lit the lights on the table, doing household chores, eating delicious meals, and waiting for the return of their children at night. Such a small day is really comfortable and comfortable.

Compared with the comfort and satisfaction of the Luo family, Yang Huazhong's house separated by a wall is another scene.

In the guest room in the front yard, Mrs. Liu was sitting with her legs crossed, eating melon seeds, and looking up and down at Xiao Hei.

At the beginning, Xiao Hei had been flattering Old Yang, but when Liu suddenly came in, he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Xiao Hei, you came here to eat chicken, right?" Mrs. Liu asked with a smile.

Xiao Hei shook his head, and said seriously: "No, I came to visit my Gagong, and I miss my Gagong."

When Old Yangtou heard this again, he nodded cheerfully.

"Listen, my eldest grandson is so sensible, and he knows how to miss Ga Gong, which is much more useful than your cousins. Your cousin Qing will hate me when he sees him. It's polite not to piss me off." Yang Tou patted Xiao Hei's hand and said.

Xiao Hei grinned.

On the side, Liu rolled her eyes directly.

"This kind of lie is only fooling a three-year-old child. Why do you really believe it, Dad? You don't know that this kid is..."

"It's none of your business if I believe it or not?"

Liu's words were only half spoken before being interrupted roughly by Old Yang.

Old Yang held Xiao Hei's hand tightly, and then reprimanded Liu Shi: "It doesn't matter if it's true or not, at least Xiao Hei is willing to say it to make me, a bad old man, happy. That's enough. What about you? I looked at the restraints and thought that it would be a big deal if I stuttered? Is it the biggest dutiful son and grandson in the world? Fart!"

Mrs. Liu did not expect that she would only get a few words out of Xiao Hei, and would attract such fierce defense and rebuttal from Old Yang.

(End of this chapter)