Seeing the quarrel between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Jiang Miao felt much better.
"Mom, I also bought rice noodles and white sugar. My husband is on vacation tomorrow and I want to make white rice cakes for him."
Shen Yanqing didn't know whether she wanted to eat it or not, but she wanted to eat it anyway.
The cloud cake Shen Yanqing bought last time was too sweet and she was tired of eating it, but it also aroused Jiang Miao's greed.
It's been a long time since she had such fragrant and soft pastries.
Mrs. Zhang choked and said, "Just do it."
How could she not see that Mia Ya wanted to eat it?
Although the third daughter-in-law has become more diligent, her greed has not changed at all.
Before Jiang Miao realized that her usual excuse had been exposed, she was currently grinding rice milk.
Daya squatted next to her and watched Jiang Miao put the soaked rice on the stone mill. The full rice was crystal clear and ground into powder. Jiang Miao poured the sugar water into the rice flour and stirred it. After fermenting for an hour, Put the rice milk into the pot and steam until cooked.
The hot steam comes out, carrying the fragrance of rice and the sweetness of brown sugar. The fragrant rice cake is soft and fluffy, not to mention how delicious it is.
Jiang Miao stuffed a piece into Daya's mouth, and the sweet taste melted in her mouth, making her narrow her eyes in joy.
"Aunt, it's sweet."
"Is it delicious?"
"Yeah! It's delicious."
Jiang Miao also tasted a piece. Ancient rice was naturally pollution-free and had a stronger aroma. It was fragrant, waxy and elastic. It was really good.
Jiang Miao cut the remaining pieces into small pieces and gave each person two pieces. She took out Mrs. Zhang's and Mrs. Xu's pieces, and after thinking about it, left two more pieces for Shen Yanqing. After all, it was under his banner. made.
"Mom, sister-in-law, you guys have a try."
Mrs. Zhang was reluctant to eat it, so Mrs. Xu stuffed it into her mouth. The last time she ate snacks was when she was pregnant with her baby. Shen Laoer felt sorry for her morning sickness and bought a small piece of osmanthus cake in the town, but she hadn't finished it yet. The smell is gone as soon as it comes.
"Look at you, you look like you haven't eaten in eight lifetimes!" She didn't like Mrs. Xu's eating habits. Fortunately, she was at home. If you were like this when you went out, wouldn't it be an embarrassment to the Shen family?
Jiang Miao pursed her lips and smiled, while Mrs. Xu had a sneer on her face. She wanted to reach out, but Mrs. Zhang slapped her back.
"Your mother hasn't eaten yet!"
As she said this, she picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. The fragrant and soft rice cake melted in her mouth. She had loved eating this soft and glutinous rice cake since she was older. Mrs. Zhang's serious face softened.
After eating sweets, they were in a good mood. When the other Shen family members came back from work, they tasted the sweetness in their mouths and had a good sleep at night.
…
the other side.
Shen Yanqing packed his book box. He had a rest today and wanted to go home early.
I want to...see Miaoya soon.
Shen Yanqing's chest felt a little hot, and his face was a little red. Xu Ziwen looked at him when he first came, and now he was surprised to see Shen Yanqing blushing.
"Brother Shen, are you feeling hot?"
It was already the beginning of autumn, and the academy was full of trees. They were rustling in the wind, and he was still a little chilly.
"Well," Shen Yanqing paused with his fingers and tightened his face.
"It's too hot to pack."
"Oh," Xu Ziwen nodded clearly, but after a while he came back to his senses. Brother Shen tidied the book box. How could it be hot? And...
He stared at Shen Yanqing for a while, why did he feel that Brother Shen was a little nervous.
Shen Yanqing tried his best to resist the urge to kick Xu Ziwen out. He had never felt that his classmates were so annoying.
Xu Ziwen, who was "an eyesore", didn't realize it at all. He walked up to Shen Yanqing and scratched his head in embarrassment.
"Brother Shen, can I go home with you today?"
"What?"
Shen Yanqing suddenly raised her head and looked at the shameless man in front of her.
"It's not like I won't be able to eat from your house if you leave."
Xu Ziwen chuckled. He was a foodie. Ever since Mr. Shen finished eating, he would eat rice every time. The fragrant and spicy marinated meat and the brown and fragrant leek box were more delicious than the food in his restaurant, which made him feel like he had never eaten before. All the food was wasted.
If only he could go to Shen's house and eat enough...Xu Ziwen couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
Shen Yanqing looked disgusted, just because of this?
"no!"
He firmly disagreed. He only had one day of rest. He wanted to be alone with Miaoya and what it would be like to take his classmates home.
"My family is too poor to entertain you."
Shen Yanqing refused so decisively that Xu Ziwen's face fell, and he was completely devastated.
"I pay money and don't eat for free."
He tried his best to fight for it, but Shen Yanqing was unmoved, so Xu Ziwen had no choice but to give up. If he continued talking, he would be disgusting, even though Shen Yanqing now disliked him.
"Hey, without the spicy and refreshing braised food, I will starve to death today."
"laugh!"
Shen Yanqing didn't care whether Xu Ziwen would starve to death, he just wanted to get home quickly now.
However, the man who has never been very fond of food also has expectations in his heart as to what delicious food Miao Ya will make for him.
"Erlang went to buy some meat and came back." Mrs. Zhang gave Shen Erlang twenty Wen. When the third brother came back, she bought meat to supplement him.
"Okay," Shen Erlang took it happily. When his uncle came back, there would be delicious food at home.
"Erlang is buying pork belly, the kind that is fat and thin." Jiang Miao heard the noise and stuck her head out from the backyard. She bought a lot of brown sugar yesterday, just in time to make pork belly.
"I know, Auntie."
Mrs. Zhang smiled and scolded with a straight face.
"As long as you know how to eat, you should cook the meat for lunch."
"Then make braised pork for lunch. It will be fat but not greasy, delicious and goes well with rice." Jiang Miao was not annoyed and took over the words with a smile.
Mrs. Zhang murmured in her heart, she just likes to eat fatty meat. It tastes so delicious when she bites it. How can she get tired of it?
But the cooking skills of the third daughter-in-law are nothing to say. She has only been eating for a long time and she has developed a bad mouth. She is used to eating meat and if she eats black batter, her throat will hurt.
What a sin, before she became an old lady in an official family, she already had this picky eating rich disease.
Mrs. Zhang had a slumped face and entered the house with her sewing work.
Jiang Miao didn't know that her mother-in-law had begun to doubt life. She cleaned up the flowers and plants she picked and put them in front of the house to dry. There were still some on the mountain. She planned to go up the mountain to take them back together in the afternoon.
…
Shen Erlang and Shen Yanqing walked in together. Shen Erlang went straight to the kitchen to find his wife, and Shen Yanqing carried the book box into the west room.
Jiang Miao tidied the house very clean, and placed a vase in front of his desk with a bouquet of mountain chrysanthemums in it. The small yellow and white flowers bloomed brightly and brightly, making the empty room lively.
Shen Yanqing approached her, his steps a little awkward.
"Miaoya, I'm back."
"Oh, my husband is back."
Jiang Miao was extracting flower dew, and the soot from the coals made her eyes hurt. When she heard Shen Yanqing's voice, she raised her head and smiled perfunctorily at him, then quickly lowered her head to tinker with her things.
Her red eyes were like a little rabbit, and there were two gray marks on her fair cheeks. Shen Yanqing pursed her lips, her hands were faster than her brain, and her slender fingers were attached to her cheeks.
Jiang Miao's face felt hot and she paused.
"Ms...sang Gong?"
Only then did Shen Yanqing realize what he had done. His fingers froze and he quickly retreated into his sleeves.
