Zhao Jun and Liu Tiezui were both shocked when they heard Wang Meilan say that she would give Lao Ma's family a gift of 1,000 yuan!
Wang Meilan raised her head slightly, spoke forcefully, and said: "I am just a son, and my son has such a big event in his life. As a mother, I am no worse than those three!"
"Uh... yes." Even so, Liu Tiezui was still impressed by Wang Meilan's arrogance. He tremblingly picked up the teapot and took a sip of malted milk. After putting it down, he said to Wang Meilan: "Second sister-in-law,
If your family has this condition, it must be well organized and arranged for Xiaojun."
To start a family and start a career, start a family first.
Although most of the older people in the forest area are uneducated, they understand the simplest principles.
Wang Meilan has often heard from her elders since she was a child that if a man wants to achieve success in his career, he must have a good family, a good wife, and a harmonious family life.
And these days, people’s attitude towards marriage is not like that of those who were ten years old. Twenty years from now, it may be easier for people today to drink medicine or hang themselves than to get divorced.
Of course, another factor is face.
Because of her childhood background, Wang Meilan was a little vain. In the past, there was no way, Zhao Youcai was just a cook. Although my uncle was good, he was an outsider after all.
Now that her son has grown up, Wang Meilan can't control it. And as she said, she only has one son in her family. If she doesn't spend money now, when will she spend it?
At this time, Wang Meilan was still afraid that Zhao Jun would talk too much, so she took Zhao Jun's hand and gently squeezed it to hint Zhao Jun not to speak.
But even if Wang Meilan didn't remind him, Zhao Jun wouldn't say anything. He knew who Ma Ling's family was better than anyone else. In his previous life, Ma Dafu, Wang Cuihua, his wife, and his uncle all worried about him.
If you give more betrothal gifts throughout your life, you should treat them as filial piety.
Seeing that Zhao Jun didn't speak, Wang Meilan was very satisfied. She turned around and slapped her other hand on the table and said to Liu Tiezui: "Sister, please tell Brother Ma and the others that I still have a set of silver in my hand."
The jewelry will be given to my daughter together on that day."
Well, the money is not enough, so I have to give jewelry. But when Ma Ling gets married, the jewelry will be brought back. In short, it has not left Lao Zhao's house, so it is considered rotten in the pot.
"Okay." Liu Tiezui came to his senses and responded: "I'm going home now. When Brother Ma gets off work in the evening, I'll go to their house and tell them about this."
"Sister." Wang Meilan stretched out her hand that was slapping on the Kang table towards Liu Tiezui, pulled Liu Tiezui and said, "Then I'll excuse you."
"Oh! What's the trouble?" Liu Tiezui said with a smile: "We are not outsiders either."
Yes, they have become ancestral graves, so they are not outsiders.
Wang Meilan smiled when she heard this, pushed Zhao Jun's hand with her other hand, and said: "Son, go and give your aunt the black blind man meat in the basin."
Zhao Jun responded cheerfully, got up and went to the outhouse to make Yanli fish out the bear meat from the basin.
The black blind man killed the day before yesterday had only three or four kilograms of lean meat left, which had been soaked in the water for two days. Although Wang Meilan changed the water frequently, the meat had been soaked for so long that it had become loose.
But there was nothing else at home now, and Liu Tiezui wouldn't mind it, so Zhao Jun went out to the warehouse, used pliers to pinch off two pieces of thin wire, and came back to tie the meat with the wire.
Then, Zhao Jun carried the dripping meat into the back room, smiled and said to Liu Tiezui: "Aunt Liu, you can take this meat back later."
When he saw the meat, Liu Tiezui was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. He agreed a few times and chatted with Wang Meilan for a while before taking the bear meat and leaving.
Not long after Liu Tiezui left, it started to rain lightly outside. Wang Meilan glanced outside and said to Zhao Jun who was playing with the little lynx in the back room: "Oh, you two sisters can't go to school in the afternoon again." Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this and heard the sound of Wang Meilan working outside the house. He came out and saw that Wang Meilan was making noodles.
"Mom." Zhao Jun leaned over and asked, "What's going on?"
"Ah, let's cut some noodles for lunch." Wang Meilan said, looking outside again, and then continued: "It's cold today, let's eat something warm."
These days, not only noodles are good, but also dough slices are delicious. To make noodles, Wang Meilan mixes the noodles with cold water. The dough is very hard. After kneading it into a smooth dough, she puts it in a basin and tops it with sorghum.
Cover it with a curtain tied with a pole.
Waiting until half past eleven, which is when Yongan Primary School ends at noon, Wang Meilan felt that Zhao Hong and the others would be back soon, so she started cooking and frying.
After sautéing the chopped green onions in hot oil, Wang Meilan spread out the washed and balled sauerkraut and put it into the pot, then stir-fried with a spoon.
When the sauerkraut is slightly dry, pour a ladle of cold water into the pot, cover the pot and bring the water to a boil. Then, Wang Meilan puts a small basin next to the pot and puts a cutting board on top of the pot so that the cutting board is higher than the pot.
Yi Zhu.
At this time, Wang Meilan divided the risen dough into three parts, and kneaded each part into a long strip. First put one strip on the cutting board, and then cut it directly with a knife.
When the knife went down, a piece of dough separated from the noodles. Wang Meilan pushed the knife towards the pot, and the piece of dough fell into the soup.
This piece of dough is one finger wide and two inches long. It falls into the boiling soup and quickly floats on the surface of the soup.
Dang...dang...dang...
The sound of Wang Meilan cutting noodles can be heard endlessly. Every time she cuts the knife, she pushes it into the pot, and a piece of dough goes into the pot.
Soon, Wang Meilan finished cutting all three long strips of dough, and the soup in the big pot was already covered with a layer of slices.
This noodle piece should be put into the pot as soon as possible, and the pot should be cooked as soon as possible.
Wang Meilan scooped up half a ladle of water and poured it into the pot in circles. This practice is called "ji" in Zhao Jun's family.
For example, if you are making thick noodles like this, or rolling them by hand, if the noodles are not cooked well, just blanch them with cold water, then open the pot and they will be cooked.
At this time, the voices of several little girls were heard outside, and the children were out of school.
"Son!" Wang Meilan said to Zhao Jun: "Go and call the bell to come in and let her eat at home at noon. After that, you can go to the backyard and pick up some coriander."
"Okay." Zhao Jun responded and walked out. After a while, Xiao Ling Dang, Zhao Hong, and Zhao Na came into the house.
Followed closely by Zhao Jun, he grabbed a handful of coriander.
"Oh my god." Zhao Jun handed the coriander to Wang Meilan and said, "It seems a little bit frozen."
"Yeah." Wang Meilan took it over and took a look at it and said, "Okay, just borrow a taste."
After saying that, Wang Meilan directly pulled out the coriander root, rinsed the top part in a basin, then cut it into small pieces with both hands and put it into the dough.
Zhao Jun had the foresight to go to the bowl rack and take out the largest basin in his house.
This large basin has a diameter of more than 60 centimeters. Zhao Jun placed it next to the pot, and Wang Meilan began to fill it with noodles.
A big pot of noodles, if you have to use a small spoon to hold it, maybe how long will it last? Wang Meilan simply took the small basin holding the cutting board and used the small basin to take the soup and noodles out of the pot? After Wang Meilan finished serving, Zhao Jun entered the room with a big basin. At this time, Xiao Zingding had already placed the bowls and chopsticks on the Kang table. When the meeting table was brought up, she first served Zhao Hong and Zhao Na a bowl each. When Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan came in again,
, the bowl that Xiao Ling Ding gave them was also filled.
Zhao Jun was holding pickles in his hand, while Wang Meilan was holding bottles of vinegar and sesame oil.
Some people like to add vinegar when eating noodle soup, and Wang Meilan is like this. And when she eats noodles in hot soup, not only must she add vinegar, but she must also add sesame oil.
In this way, Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan led the three little girls to eat most of the bowl of noodles. Wang Meilan put the remaining ones in a big bowl and said to Zhao Jun: "Keep this for your dad to eat when he comes home at night."
Happy to eat."
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At the same time, in the cafeteria of Yongan Forest Farm, Zhao Youcai sat in the back kitchen with a sullen face.
Outside each serving window, there is a salt shaker.
Today at noon, a cafeteria made tofu stewed with spinach, but Zhao Youcai didn't add salt.
That's all. The key is that when the pot was served, Zhao Youcai didn't even taste it and just asked his apprentice to serve it.
When the workers finished cooking and tasted the food, they found that there was no salt in the food. Is that okay?
There was no need to rush back to the pot. Fortunately, the soup was big. Zhao Youcai promptly made up for it and asked his apprentices to take a few salt jars and put them outside so that the workers could add salt to the soup themselves.
What is this? This is the public cafeteria. If things were being done like this outside, Zhao Youcai would have to pack up his bed and get out.
But even so, the canteen director Zhang also came from the second canteen after hearing the news. However, thinking of Zhao Youcai's identity, the canteen director did not dare to say anything in depth, so he could only go to the back kitchen and criticize Zhao Youcai lightly.
But seeing Zhao Youcai's distraught appearance, Director Zhang started asking people around him about Chef Zhao.
In a similar situation to Chef Zhao, there is also Li Ruhai.
This kid bought a meal at the No. 2 canteen at noon today. He used his meal ticket to buy a full lunch box with dried tofu and fried potato chips, and also ordered three white-flour steamed buns.
Then, Li Ruhai devoured a meal. The child also thought about it. There was no telling what was waiting for him when he got home tonight. He had to eat first before he could bear the beating.
This person feels sleepy after eating a full meal, especially in the afternoon.
When Zhao Jun woke up, he found that it was sunny outside. But when he looked at the watch on the wall, it was only two o'clock.
Zhao Jun got up from the kang, went out to the outhouse and saw Wang Meilan sitting by the stove, spreading a small notebook on his lap, and then taking a pen to write something in the notebook.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Zhao Jun leaned over and asked.
"Ah." Wang Meilan smiled at Zhao Jun and said: "Let me remember that we are still short of something for your wedding and business. One day I have time to go to Lingnan and buy everything back."
"Are you still going?" Zhao Jun squatted next to Wang Meilan and whispered: "When we leave, won't my dad have to worry again?"
"Ha!" Wang Meilan heard this and sneered: "Let him try it!"
After saying that, Wang Meilan closed the notebook with a "snap", got up and walked to the back room.
Entering the back room, Wang Meilan took out a can of tea and two bottles of moisturizing cream and said to Zhao Jun: "Son, go and deliver these to Ma Ling."
With that said, Wang Meilan took the tea leaves first, picked them up and said, "Give this to Ma Ling's father."
Then, Wang Meilan put down the tea can, pulled out the two boxes of moisturizer, and said: "These two, one is for Ma Ling and the other is for her mother."
"Hey." Zhao Jun responded with a smile: "Mom, I'll carry a bag."
"Yeah." Wang Meilan nodded and said, "Put the bag on."
Zhao Jun left and returned soon, first putting the tea in his pocket, and then putting two boxes of moisturizing cream in his pocket.
"Mom, I'm leaving." As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Wang Meilan said: "Is Jie Chen coming back today?"
"That's right." Zhao Jun subconsciously looked up at his watch and thought: "It must be at night, so I have to go back after lunch."
After saying that, Zhao Jun walked outside. He walked out of the house and walked all the way to Ma Ling's house.
When approaching Ma Ling's house, Ma Ling came out to pour water. Zhao Jun saw her and whistled.
When Ma Ling heard the whistle, she knew it was Zhao Jun. She ran over and said to Zhao Jun: "Come in?"
"No more." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "I'll talk to you for a while and then leave."
Wang Cuihua stays at home every day, why would she go into the house with such a big light bulb? Why don't the two of them talk for a while outside.
"That's okay." But Ma Ling said: "Then you wait outside for a while."
"Ah?" Zhao Jun was startled, and then Ma Ling continued: "I knitted it for you. You try it on for size. If it doesn't fit, I can take it apart and reweave it."
After saying that, Ma Ling turned around and ran into the yard.
Soon, Ma Ling came to Zhao Jun's side again, and she was holding the scarf knitted for Zhao Jun in her hand.
To be precise, this is a semi-finished product. It can have four or five rows just after knitting, and there are long knitting needles stuck on it.
"Come." Ma Ling smiled and said to Zhao Jun: "Lower your head and try."
Zhao Jun lowered his head to Ma Ling and said with a smile: "Don't prick me."
"I can't." Ma Ling raised her hand, and the elastic collar came down from Zhao Jun's head and was put on his neck.
Ma Ling blinked her big beautiful eyes, looked at Zhao Jun, nodded and said: "It's not bad."
With this scarf around his neck, Zhao Jun couldn't even see it. If he lowered his head, there would be a knitting needle protruding from the edge in front of his mouth.
Even though you can’t see it, you’re so obedient and you still don’t know how to say it?
Zhao Jun smiled and said: "What you knit must look good."
Girls in the forest these days, as old as Ma Ling, can be said to be inexperienced, just like cabbage in a greenhouse. When Zhao Jun praises her, she will be confused.
The last time she was flattered by Zhao Jun, the girl never went to Mrs. Han's house to tell fortunes again, which caused the old lady's income to drop sharply.
Ma Ling smiled and took off the scarf from Zhao Jun's neck, aligned the intertwined needles in parallel, then put it under her arm and said to Zhao Jun: "Wait... wait... I'll knit another one for you."
You can wear sweaters except in summer."
Ma Ling said she would knit a sweater for him, which Zhao Jun believed, but at this time he smiled and asked Ma Ling, "Where are you waiting for?"
When Ma Ling heard this, two red clouds flew up from her face. She smiled and raised her fist and lightly hit Zhao Jun on the arm.
Zhao Jun smiled and pulled his shoulder bag forward and said to Ma Ling: "Guess what good stuff I got for you?"
"What?" Ma Ling stared at the satchel in front of Zhao Jun.
"Hey!" Zhao Jun shouted softly and pulled the tea can out of his pocket.
When Ma Ling saw the tea can, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "You didn't give this to me, and I don't drink tea."
"Give me Uncle Ma." Zhao Jun handed the tea can to Ma Ling, stretched his hand into his pocket, teased Ma Ling with a smile and said, "Guess what else I got you?"
Ma Ling chuckled, and before she could say anything, Zhao Jun took out a box of moisturizing cream from his pocket.
Looking at the round and flat iron box dragged by Zhao Jun, Ma Ling blinked and asked, "What is this?"
As she said that, Ma Ling put the tea can under her arm and stayed with the scarf.
Then, she picked up the moisturizer and looked at it. She recognized the words on it and asked Zhao Jun in surprise: "For face wiping?"
"Yeah." Zhao Jun nodded with a smile, took out another box from his pocket, opened and unscrewed the lid, and said to Ma Ling: "It's like clam oil, but better than that. It looks cold."
Okay, you usually wipe your hands, so you don’t have to worry about your hands."
The climate here in the Northeast is cold. Sometimes if your hands are stained with water, and the cold wind blows, your hands will be cracked.
Northeastern people call this mountain.
Northeastern women wash and wash all day long, and their hands are bound to be wet. But these days, the only skin care product is clam oil.
That's it, it's not something that most people are willing to use.
As Zhao Jun spoke, he dug out a little moisturizer from the small box, and then said to Ma Ling: "Reach out your hand."
Ma Ling raised her left hand in cooperation, and Zhao Jun applied the moisturizing ointment on the back of Ma Ling's left hand. Then, Ma Ling turned her right hand over and placed the back of her right hand on the back of her left hand. Then she followed her two hands, one hand clockwise,
Move one hand counterclockwise, rub it twice and then separate your hands.
At this time, Ma Ling turned over her right hand and raised it in front of her mouth. She sniffed it gently and her eyes lit up and she said, "It smells really good."
"Yeah..." Zhao Jun smiled and was about to speak, but heard a loud shout from beside him: "What are you doing?"