Refusing to be the cannon fodder of the times, bring home the most wild man

Chapter 217 Salty and Bitter Fried Green Vegetables
But when he stir-fried green vegetables, Political Commissar Wan immediately became confused.

We have to light a fire and cook vegetables. If the fire is too loud, it will go out. If the fire is too high, the vegetables will burn.

But in the end, the plate of vegetables was still mushy.

Even if it's a little mushy, it's still edible.

Political Commissar Wan immediately served the dishes.

But just as the dishes were served, Commissar Wan thought of another question.

No salt yet!
Political Commissar Wan poured the vegetables back into the pot and found the salt shaker.

But just after taking it out, Political Commissar Wan was a little embarrassed.

How much salt should I put in this?

They were a family of four eating. Political Commissar Wan ate a lot and fried a lot of vegetables. There was also a lot of vegetables in the pot, so Political Commissar Wan put a few spoons of salt.

He took the spatula, mixed the two things evenly, and fished them out soon.

Political Commissar Wan worked in the kitchen for half an hour and finally brought both dishes to the table.

Dinner includes steamed buns, stir-fried vegetables, and vegetable soup.

Political Commissar Wan was very satisfied with this and said happily: "Come on, come and try my cooking."

This was his first time cooking, and Political Commissar Wan felt that he did a good job and was quite talented.

What he did was definitely no worse than Captain Qin. After all, this kind of thing is very simple.

Xiaoya looked forward to it.

She is still young and cannot tell whether the food is good or bad.

But Lu Xiuju and her second daughter were completely silent.

The fried vegetables lost any green color, leaving only black and yellow, and what is that white thing on top?
That's salt, right?

Lu Xiuju noticed keenly that the vegetable soup was oily, and she suddenly felt extremely distressed.

How much oil and salt did you add to fry the vegetables like this?
Oil and salt not only have to be bought with money, but also with tickets, which are expensive.

Lu Xiuju picked up the steamed bun and took a bite.

The taste was almost the same as usual. When Political Commissar Wan was kneading the dough, Lu Xiuju kept watching. As long as he didn't put anything in it, the taste was pretty much the same.

Political Commissar Wan also ate the steamed buns and felt more and more proud.

He picked up the green vegetables and put them in his mouth. After chewing a few bites, the burnt and bitter taste hit his taste buds, as if he had lost all sense of taste.

Political Commissar Wan sat there, his whole body stiff.

Xiaoya also took a bite.

She spit it out with a grimace and looked up at Political Commissar Wan: "Dad, why are vegetables so bitter and salty? They are not the same as those made by Uncle Qin at all, and there is no meat."

Political Commissar Wan felt a little embarrassed. He picked up the enamel cup next to him and drank water to dilute the salty taste in his mouth.

"How can we eat meat every day? Eating meat every day is a corrupt person. Only by enduring hardship can one become a superior person."

Xiaoya felt even more aggrieved: "Really? But that's not what Yaoyao said."

"Why are you listening to her nonsense again?"

"But this food is really not delicious..."

She must have never dared to talk to her father like this before. She was extremely timid and often huddled in the corner without saying a word.

Even Political Commissar Wan could rarely talk to her.

But later she met Yaoyao, and Xiaoya played with her, and her personality slowly became cheerful.

As for speaking, I am becoming more and more daring to speak.

After all, everyone likes cheerful and lively children, and of course Political Commissar Wan does too.

Not to mention that this was his little daughter, who was the most beloved and had a soft voice. Just listening to her words made Commissar Wan feel happy. Therefore, Political Commissar Wan was quite indulgent towards her.

Lu Xiuju didn't say anything anymore. She asked, "How much oil did you put in? And salt?"

"All the oil in the jar has been used up. As for the salt, just put in a few spoonfuls. Aren't there a lot of vegetables? I'm worried it won't be enough."

Lu Xiuju's eyes widened and her voice trembled: "Did you use them all?"

Political Commissar Wan was a little confused.

Didn't they just use some oil and salt? What's wrong?
"But those oils are what we will use this month. If you use them all at once, what will we use next?"

This is only the beginning of the month, and we have to wait until next month to buy oil.

It is the time when children are growing up. How can they not eat a little oil for a month?
Political Commissar Wan didn't care at all: "Can't we just buy it if it's gone?"

"But I don't have any money in my hand," Lu Xiuju's eyes turned red, "I don't have any tickets either."

"Why not? Didn't I give them all to you?" Political Commissar Wan was a little unhappy.

Their family is not so poor that they can't even buy oil.

Lu Xiuju looked numb: "But Mom still wants it. Mom, she sent me a letter last month. My second brother's child wants to eat meat and asked me to send him the meat and gas tickets. My sister also wants to do it. Clothes, cloth tickets and money were also sent, and..."

Lu Xiuju counted each item in detail, while Political Commissar Wan remained silent.

If it were in the past, I would definitely have said indifferently: "If you send it, just send it, those are our relatives."

But only now did Political Commissar Wan realize that their family had nothing and the money was sent back.

No, in fact, it was not that he didn't know it before.

It's just that he felt that his wife and daughter were with him and had food to eat, but his mother and brothers and sisters were in their hometown and had nothing. He must have sent more money and tickets back.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was solemn, and no one was talking.

In the end, I still didn’t finish the plate of green vegetables.

The smell is like pickles, no one can eat it.

Finally, Lu Xiuju separated the vegetables and soup, and muttered: "This way it won't spoil so quickly. The vegetables can still be eaten tomorrow, and the soup can be mixed with rice by adding some water. Fortunately, the weather has cooled down now. If it’s summer, it won’t last long.”

Xiaoya curled her lips: "But mom, this dish is really bitter. I don't want to eat it."

"Xiaoya, dear, let's be patient for a while. There is oil and water in this dish. If you don't eat it, there will be no oil this month."

Lu Xiuju opened her mouth to comfort.

Political Commissar Wan sat smoking and didn't say a word.

But Xiaoya still turned to look at him: "Dad, why don't you wash the dishes? Uncle Qin and Uncle Jiang can both wash the dishes at home."

Political Commissar Wan: "..."

Lu Xiuju turned to look at him, hesitated for a while, and finally put the bowl on the table.

Political Commissar Wan had no choice but to stand up, clear away the dishes, and go to the side to wash the dishes.

After washing, he put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen.

Staring at the vegetables and vegetable soup on the table, Political Commissar Wan's expression became a little more complicated.

In the next few days, Political Commissar Wan cooked at home.

Political Commissar Wan originally only wanted to do it once, but it just made sense.

Unfortunately, Yaoyao followed Xiaoya to his house after school.

Yaoyao smiled and said: "Xiaoya said that her father is cooking at home and wants to invite me over for dinner."

She raised her head and looked at Political Commissar Wan: "Uncle Wan, I really bother you."

Commissar Wan was silent.

Do you still know that you are disturbing me?