Needless to say, there are vegetables and fruits, there are four meat dishes, and the table is full, it really feels like celebrating the New Year!
In the past, the old Song family was so thrifty that nearly twenty people in the family could only eat a pound of meat once a week. Did they really make a fortune?
Maybe the school gave Song Zhizhi a bonus to improve the food?
Zhang Ziwen just acquiesced.
The eldest uncle made eye contact with the third, fourth, and fifth aunts, and was extremely satisfied with his reaction. Originally there were only two meat dishes, but they rushed out to make extra ones.
Just to fight for breath!
These days, you are lucky to have enough to eat, let alone a family like theirs with eight children, eight long mouths, and seven young men who all eat out of basins.
It’s normal to not have enough to eat, and it’s normal to be poor too!
Other relatives know how hard they have worked, and they even give the old couple red envelopes during festivals and festivals, and occasionally send them some things. Whenever they meet, they tell everyone that things will be fine when the children are older, without even a single sarcastic comment.
It happened that this father-in-law's sister was gossiping in the town all day long, making fun of their family as beggars. Every time they went out, they were like a gang of beggars, with the big beggar leading a group of little ones.
How unpleasant it is to hear!
Originally, I mainly wanted to show off to her, let her see that the food in the beggar's family is no worse than that of rich people like them, and slap her in the face, but who knows that she ran away in advance.
Come on, such good food and such good meat, they still feel bad for her to eat it, it’s just not the right time!
The whole family quickly forgot about Song Xiuming. The atmosphere was lively, chatting and laughing so happily.
However, within a few minutes, Song Zhizhi noticed a figure peeping outside the door, and would step back from time to time, as if he wanted to come in but didn't dare.
Judging by the color of her clothes, she is the second aunt!
Didn't she go to eat somewhere else?
Following Song Zhizhi's gaze, others also looked over. Song Xiuming realized that she had been seen and could no longer hide. She forced herself to smile and walked into the main room.
"They are all eating. I saw that all the old sisters were having dinner. I was embarrassed to go back empty-handed. Wow, how can we cook so well at noon? You have to save some money for such a big elbow. You have so many mouths to eat!"
She was minding her own business and sat in the spot where the auntie had been refilling the soup in the kitchen, and gave Song Aiguo instructions.
"My eldest nephew, go get me a bowl."
After saying that, I saw clearly that the sumptuous dishes on the table were completely different from what I had imagined. I couldn't say a word about eating some sweet potatoes that I had just prepared to improve my appetite.
My heart felt inexplicably sour, and the words I spoke out became sour.
"Oh, if you ask me, you don't need to cook so many dishes just for us to come. It would be great to save them for the New Year. We are all a family, so there is no need for such efforts to save face."
Song Aiguo went to get the bowl, and everyone behind him was shaking his head.
The others were silent, not knowing what to say. Zhang Ziwen glanced at her and motioned her to stop talking. How could someone who was so eloquent at home be so harsh when he went to other people's homes?
As a biological son, something doesn't sound right.
Song Laoqi had just chewed the meat in his mouth and swallowed it, and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, what is second aunt's grandma's face kung fu? Is it the kung fu of making noodles? The eldest uncle's face kung fu is really good.
Everything is delicious!”
"Yes, yes, and these dishes were prepared last night. There are still several days before the Chinese New Year. They will all be spoiled by then, and they will definitely not taste good." Song Laowu also echoed, adding the finishing touch.
The second aunt's grandma's face was already ugly. These brats didn't give her any face.
If it weren't for the fact that several of her good sisters weren't at home and suddenly became indifferent and didn't want to let her have dinner, she wouldn't have bothered to come back.
"Let's do it after the Chinese New Year. Anyway, we still have meat at home. Grandma said that we can eat meat until we are full this year. If you, aunt, don't have meat to eat, come over after the Chinese New Year and we can eat together!"
Song Laoliu was very concerned. After all, if they usually had meat to eat, they would not advise them to keep the meat for several days before eating it, as they would risk spoilage.
Song Zhizhi almost laughed out loud. She pursed her lips and secretly gave Song Laoliu a thumbs up: Sure enough, she was most afraid of others suddenly caring, hahaha, she couldn't hold it in any longer!
Others couldn't help but laugh, and Grandma Song quickly smoothed things over.
"Children are careless, don't worry. Eat quickly. These kids eat like bandits. If you go slower, we won't be responsible for whether you have enough to eat!"
"Yes, yes, eat, eat, eat!" Grandpa Song also laughed and immediately put a piece of bacon in Zhang Ziwen's bowl.
Zhang Ziwen gave up treatment completely and refused to see Song Xiuming.
After the meal, after a few pleasantries, Zhang Ziwen hurriedly pulled Song Xiuming away. As soon as he walked to the village path and confirmed that the Song family no longer sent guests back to the house, he put down his smiling face and looked serious.
"Mom, tell me honestly, are you hiding something from me, how did you offend others, and I heard the sarcasm in what you just said. If you don't say that we are all a family, how could you,
How could it be so..."
Weird and strange!
It was not appropriate for him to comment on his biological mother, so he held it back.
"How can I offend them? Aren't they always so ignorant? You are my biological son, why are you helping outsiders to tell me what's wrong with me? Then Song Zhizhi just doesn't want to help you, so you still speak for them!"
Song Xiuming knocked him down, but Zhang Ziwen had nothing to say. If he couldn't ask the question, he asked someone else.
The mother and son walked very fast, as if there were ghosts chasing behind them. They only heard Song Xiuming's accusations along the way, and could no longer hear Zhang Ziwen's reply. He didn't say a word.
On the other side, the Song family is happy again.
The study room was neatly tidied, and her brothers were running around and playing wildly. Song Zhizhi practiced the piano for a while, and then came out to watch her aunts at work.
In addition to Laba porridge, tofu and konjac tofu will also be prepared in advance, so the kitchen is still very busy. By the time she arrives, the tofu has condensed into tofu curds.
This is the family’s favorite time to drink bean curd.
"Zhizhi, come on, I've left a big bowl of Douhua for you, put as much sugar as you want!" Aunt Five hurriedly straightened up to greet her, pointing to the place where Douhua was placed in the stove.
Others were busy gathering, compacting, and letting the tofu sit, and stirring the konjac tofu and pouring it into the big pot to cool down. The family cooperated in a particularly tacit and harmonious manner.
"Okay, now!" Song Zhizhi went back to the house first to put away the keys to Teacher Tan's house, and then walked to the kitchen. When she was a child, she did eat sweet bean curd, sweet soy milk and even sugar porridge.
But when I grew up, I joined the ranks of salty and spicy tofu pudding. Chili oil and Zheer root are indispensable.
So she picked up the bean curd and walked to the spice jar to look at it.