When Yun Aiguo came into the house to wash his hands, Mrs. Chu looked at him and asked with a smile on her face: "Aiguo, what you cut back is wild celery, right?"
While filling the basin with water, Yun Aiguo answered Mrs. Chu: "It's wild celery. The wild celery on the ground is growing green with green leaves. It's very gratifying. Everyone thinks the wild celery is poisonous and they don't dare to cut it home and feed it."
The pigs were fed to the cows, but Mianmian told us that wild celery was not poisonous, so we decided to go to the fields to cut the wild celery back and feed it to the pigs."
"Oh, we Mianmian know so much at such a young age."
Mrs. Chu glanced at Yun Mian appreciatively.
"I knew so much when I was young, and I will definitely be successful when I grow up."
Ever since she came up with that long-term plan, Mrs. Chu has become more and more pleased with Yun Mian, and the more she looks at her, the more she feels that he is a member of their Chu family.
Yun Mian didn't know what Mrs. Chu was thinking. Her little face was flushed at the moment, looking shy and happy after being praised by her elders.
"Uncle Yun, not only can wild celery be fed to pigs, but wild celery can be fried and eaten just like domestic celery."
After Mrs. Chu finished talking to Yun Aiguo, Chen Ju, who was holding a bowl of rice, suddenly interrupted.
"Wild celery is stir-fried with pork belly. It's very fragrant. In Yucheng, a pound of wild celery is worth two cents. It's not often available, but it's very rare."
Chen Ju's words made Yun Aiguo and his wife widen their eyes in shock.
Mei Cuiping was a little excited.
"Wild celery is so valuable. If our Xiushui Village is close to Yucheng, I will cut some wild celery and sell it in Yucheng. I can make a lot of money just by selling wild celery."
Mei Cuiping was talking enthusiastically when Yun Aiguo interrupted Mei Cuiping.
"Her grandma, don't even think about making money from wild celery. You can try frying a bowl of wild celery. We happen to have pork at home. Tonight, let's stew a bowl of wild celery and try pork."
Yun Aiguo felt happy at the thought of having another delicious meal in the evening. He suddenly remembered something and said, "I just met Jiashun's wife again at the end of the field. His wife asked me what I was doing cutting wild celery..."
"Did you tell her?"
Upon hearing this, Mei Cuiping became anxious.
Seeing her anxious look, Yun Aiguo hurriedly replied: "No way, I told her that the wild celery grows so well that it absorbs the water in the rice fields. Only when the wild celery is harvested can the rice grow well."
"If you don't act stupid this time, keep your mouth shut. If the people of the old Wang family know that Ye Qin can feed pigs, I will never end it with you."
Mei Cuiping breathed a sigh of relief, warned her husband, and then continued to bring the rice served by Chen Ju to the table.
Yun Aiguo washed his face, walked to Mei Cuiping, and quietly pulled the hem of Mei Cuiping's coat.
"Her grandma, Sister Rumeng is here, please save some face for me."
"What's the point of saving you face? Sister Rumeng won't laugh at you."
Mei Cuiping stared at her husband, but her eyes were full of smiles.
The mistress's eyes turned to the old couple, and he suddenly liked this kind of family atmosphere.
Although they are poor, they are much better than the Chu family who are harmonious.
When the meal was served, Mei Cuiping gave one chicken leg to Mrs. Chu and the other to the mistress. Fearing that Yun Mian would be unhappy, she comforted her in a gentle voice: "Mianmian, Grandma Rumeng is with me.
Brother Chu Yu is a distinguished guest, you are the host, and the host must leave the delicious food to..."
"Grandma, I can just eat chicken and fish. Chicken and fish are as delicious as chicken legs."
Before Mei Cuiping could finish speaking, Yun Mian opened her mouth in a sweet voice.
Mei Cuiping was still worried that the little girl would feel sad, so when she suddenly heard such an answer, she felt extremely happy.
"You are so short, you can eat the chicken legs."
As a cold and mature voice sounded, Yun Mian lowered his head and saw that there was an extra chicken leg in the bowl in front of him.
"I don't like eating it anyway, so I'll give it to you, a little dwarf."
Yunmian: "..."
Who am I to call a dwarf? She is young and has not yet developed.
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