While looking at the rice box in the burden, he whispered to his mother-in-law Yu: "Mother didn't give you money to buy meat?"
Mrs. Yu responded angrily: "Your mother lay down in the room and didn't come out! She didn't explain anything!"
When the old man heard this, he was filled with hatred.
During this busy farming season, even the two-year-old child came to the fields to help, but his wife was still sitting in the house! At this moment, she was still angry with her son who came back from the city to help.
I just wanted to stand there gasping for breath and not speaking.
I just heard Yue Laosi say to Mrs. Yu again: "Mom asked you to cook, do you not know how to buy meat or don't know where the meat stall is? How can you do this for a day without eating a little bit of oil? Your hands and feet are sore.
Soft, we have fallen, are you the one who wants to go to the ground? You are doing nothing all day long!"
Yue Laosi has always been a strict wife, so he couldn't help but raise his voice at this moment.
When Mrs. Yu heard what her man meant, she actually complained that she didn't have money to buy meat?
She was also very angry.
Mrs. Sun is always lazy, not talking about going to the ground, and now she has gone to her parents' house to hide away! But she has to stay in the kitchen, boil water and cook, and serve the whole family.
Lao Yue saw that Mr. Yu was about to scold Yue Laosi with his hands on his waist, and he shouted quickly: "Are you out of business? If you want to scold me, go home!"
After saying that, he took the rice that Yue Xiaoman served for him and started eating.
Looking at this scene, Yue Zhongyao felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Just as he was about to scoop out rice from a bowl, he heard Yu say: "Third brother, my mother didn't give you any rice."
Yue Zhongyao held the bowl and stood there stunned.
What the hell is going on? You didn’t give him anything to eat today?
So how are you still angry now?
Old Man Yue swallowed a mouthful of rice hard and shouted: "What did you say!"
Mrs. Yu shrank her neck and whispered: "Mom didn't give third brother the rice. She said his rice was at third sister-in-law's place. Let him go back there to eat."
Lao Yuetou was so angry that he knocked the rim of the bowl with his chopsticks: "Does it mean that your third brother doesn't have to do the work in the fields anymore?"
Mrs. Yu was so drunk that she moved her feet and hid behind Yue Laosi.
It's not what she said. Why are you angry at her?
Yue Zhongyao was stunned with the bowl in his hand...
Yue Xiaoman was also angry. He scooped out a full bowl and handed it to Yue Zhongyao: "Third brother, you eat my portion!"
Yue Zhongyao glanced at his sister and shook his head.
"San'er, let's eat. We'll eat at your sister's house later. Your mother won't be hungry." The old Yue-tou felt sour when he saw his son's disappointed expression.
The three children of his family worked in the field for three people, and they did much more work than his two brothers combined. But his mother-in-law did not even feed the three children for a package.
What is this?
Yue Laoer and Yue Laosi were a little anxious when they saw Yue Zhongyao put down his empty bowl and stood up.
If this brother goes back, he might not come back after finishing his meal, hugging his wife and teasing his beautiful girl at home, and who will do the work in the fields?
Yue Laosi glared at Mrs. Yu, hurriedly handed out the bowl with the tip in his hand, and said: "Third brother, you eat this bowl from me."
Yue Laoer was stunned for a moment, and quickly stretched out the bowl in his hand.
Yue Zhongyao smiled, shook his head, and was about to take a step forward.
Then I heard a soft and waxy voice coming from the field ridge: "Daddy, Daddy!"
A loud voice and a low voice.
Yue Zhongyao recognized his daughter's voice without listening carefully.
He stood on tiptoes and stretched his neck and responded: "Hey... dad is here!"
Wan'er panted and ran closer, her face flushed red by the sun, and a thin layer of sweat forming on her forehead.
There was also a bundle wrapped in furoshiki in his arms, but he didn't know what it was.
The little thing pushed back the straw hat on his head with his hand, revealing a pink and red face.
Yue Zhongyao looked at his daughter's smiling face, and his eyes were so sore that he almost squeezed out water.
"Why is Wan'er here?" Yue Zhongyao knelt down and wiped the sweat from his daughter's forehead and face.
He also thought his hands were unclean, so he wiped them with his sleeves. When he saw that his sleeves were also full of mud marks, he hurriedly touched his whole body and couldn't find any clean ones. So he had to stop there.
"Dad, I have a handkerchief." Wan'er said, taking out the handkerchief from her waist and wiping it on her face.
Then he said to Yue Zhongyao with a happy face: "Dad, I've brought you delicious food. There's also water."
After saying that, he rushed to the willow branch that was following him, Changhe raised his voice and said: "Hurry up, come here first!"
Yue Zhongyao then saw Sister Xiu's two children, Changhe and Liuzhi, running towards him, their heads covered with sweat. The children's father, Yue Dalei, was also followed behind them.
"Big thunder."
Yue Dalei nodded towards him.
He said: "I will bring food and water to Watama, and Wan'er will also come with me. The workshop cooked mung bean soup, so I brought some for you and Watama."
After saying that, he took a long bamboo tube from the burden at the back and handed it to Yue Zhongyao. He also said hello to the old Yuetou and took his two children to find his mother.
Yue Dalei and Sister Xiu's family had less than ten acres of land, and Sister Xiu didn't let Yue Dalei help her. She said that her natal brother would come over to help her after finishing the work in the field, so she only asked Yue Dalei to work in the workshop.
Yue Dalei took advantage of the time between work at noon and evening to help in the fields for a while. Sister Xiu's two children also occasionally helped in the fields.
The two children also had lunch in the workshop. After eating, they would take Sister Xiu's rice with Yue Dalei and take it to the fields to play for a while.
Today Wan'er came with me.
Yue Zhongyao pulled out the stopper of the bamboo tube and took a sip of mung bean soup into his mouth. He suddenly felt comfortable in every pore in his limbs.
It quenches thirst and relieves heat. The heat is instantly gone.
Yue Lao Er and Yue Lao Si swallowed their saliva as they watched.
Yue Laosi glared at Mr. Yu again, "You damn bitch, you sit at home and don't do anything. You don't even know how to make a pot of mung bean soup. What coppers are mung beans worth?"
Yue Zhongyao handed the bamboo tube to Lao Yuetou. Lao Yuetou hesitated for a moment, then took it, took a few sips, and pulled Wan'er over to praise him a few times.
"Did Wan'er bring something delicious to your father?" Yu asked, looking at the package that Wan'er was holding in her arms.
Huh, why are you pretending to be noble? Didn't you see that the third brother-in-law brought up the arrester again and got stuck again?
After hearing this, Wan'er remembered it and smiled proudly at Yue Zhongyao, saying, "Wan'er asked my mother to make the rice!"
As he spoke, he opened the furoshiki layer by layer.
Yue Zhongyao also helped his daughter open it.
There was only a large bowl dug out of wood, covered with a wooden lid.
When you hold it up, it doesn't weigh much. It's much lighter than a coarse porcelain bowl. I guess it's because Wan'er is afraid of having a hard time holding it all the way.
When you open the wooden lid, a burst of meat and coriander aroma will hit your nostrils.
What Wan'er calls Huafan is actually what the mother and daughter call them.
Sometimes when Qiao Mingjin doesn't have time to cook, she simmers rice in a large casserole, and then steams meat, rice, vegetables, etc. on top of the casserole with water separated. When the water is almost dry, she steams the vegetables that are about 70% cooked.
Pour the meat, rice and other non-vegetarian dishes on top of the rice.
When eating, either eat it in a small casserole or scoop it out into a bowl. The sweat from the vegetables and meat has seeped into the rice. Just stir it evenly when eating.
It's a bit like claypot rice, but also a bit like bibimbap. The smooth rice made by Qiao Mingjin and her daughter is just a lazy person's way of making it. Wan'er can cook it herself.
When she came today, Wan'er took some other foods made by Xia from the workshop and poured them into wooden bowls. She had already mixed them in the workshop before bringing them over.
Yue Zhongyao has eaten it once or twice. He misses it very much.
At this time, I saw that there was a lot of meat and vegetables in the wooden bowl, but there were few rice grains. I didn't know whether it was meat mixed with rice or rice mixed with meat.
Yue Zhongyao felt so full that he pulled his daughter in for a kiss.
I scooped out a few big spoonfuls for Lao Yuetou and his two brothers, and then I held my daughter and enjoyed them aside...
Wan'er waited until Yue Zhongyao finished eating, and then played with Yue Zhongyao in the shade of the tree for a while... When Yue Dalei came to work in the afternoon, Yue Zhongyao asked Wan'er to go back to the village with Yue Dalei...
At sunset that day, he put all the farm tools and baskets on the ox cart and helped Lao Yuetou sit on the ox cart. Yue Zhongyao did not follow him back to Yue's house. Instead, he separated from Lao Yuetou and others in the field and went to the outskirts of the village.
Walk home.
Back at Qiao's house, Yue Zhongyao was very attentive and eager to do any work.
Although he was very tired after a long day's work, Yue Zhongyao was still busy outside Qiao's house. He chopped several large piles of firewood.
After giving Wan'er a bath and rinsing himself by the well, he took his daughter and sat down at the dinner table together.
Qiao Mingjin didn't deliberately cook what he liked to eat, nor did he deliberately cut out anything.
The food on the dinner table is what mother and daughter usually like to eat. Yue Zhongyao can eat water or rice, not to mention there is soup, meat and vegetables.
He was not polite and gave his daughter and Qiao Mingjin two chopsticks each to eat, then started eating from their bowls.
At Qiao Mingjin's place, he was a little timid at first, but as he came more often and felt less and less warm at his in-law's house, his wife and daughter's place had long been the place where he thought about it day and night.
Every time I come back from the city, the first place I want to go back to is here. Not the place where he was born and raised.
I don't know whether the food was too delicious or he spent too much time in the fields during the day. Yue Zhongyao held the bowl and ate three large bowls before stopping.
Qiao Mingjin only glanced at him lightly, and continued to serve him rice and soup. Fortunately, there was a lot of rice cooked.
"Dad, is the rice cooked by mom delicious?"
My daughter's soft voice reached my ears.
Yue Zhongyao smiled and nodded at his daughter: "It's delicious. Your mother's food is the best that my father has ever tasted."
After hearing this, Qiao Mingjin looked up at him.
It happened that Yue Zhongyao was also turning to look at her.
Qiao Mingjin could see her own reflection in Yue Zhongyao's dark eyes so clearly...
"There is still some soup, Wan'er, do you want more?"
Qiao Mingjin stood up with the bowl in hand.
The little thing looked at his father and then at his mother, feeling extremely happy in his heart.
"Yes! Wan'er also wants some soup. Dad wants it too, right? The soup made by mom is also the best."
Yue Zhongyao smiled and nodded.
The soup made by his wife is the best!
Qiao Mingjin carried him behind her back and scooped soup from the casserole on the stove. Every time she raised her hands or feet, it fell straight into Yue Zhongyao's eyes and heart.
The kitchen is not big, but he just feels that his heart is full... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
