"By the way, Mom, I picked bayberries and sent them to my third aunt, and I also brought them back to you by express delivery and put them on the table. I also bought chicken and duck seedlings and put them on the back hill, and on the land on the slope.
It’s time to plant the vegetables." Xu Qingzhi said one by one, so that his parents would not ask about it later.
Wang Yanmei didn't expect her daughter to do so much work in one afternoon, and said distressedly: "Don't do this next time. Doing so much work all at once will be very harmful to your body. What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will cook it for you!" Xu Qingzhi said happily: "I want to eat a bowl of dried beans and meat, a bowl of stir-fried chicken with ginger slices, a bowl of water spinach, and scrambled eggs with green peppers. I haven't eaten the long green peppers I planted yet.
, scrambled eggs will definitely go well with rice."
"Okay, okay, mom will cook it for you. In addition to these, I need to make a few more dishes and make some soup. Your uncle Wang will come over for dinner. There is so little food at home." Wang Yanmei waved her hand and ordered Xu Fuqiang, who got off the car, "You
My daughter wants to eat scrambled eggs with green peppers and water spinach. You go pick the vegetables."
"Okay." Xu Fuqiang was not unhappy at all when his wife ordered him around.
Most men of this age in the village are somewhat chauvinistic and feel that cooking, washing dishes and washing clothes are all jobs that women should do. Obviously both couples go out to make money, but women do all other things.
There is a man in the next village. He often sees his wife unhappy and always beats her. His bad reputation has spread to this village.
When grandma was still here, I talked to her every day.
"You know, you can't have a man who beats his wife, nor one who breaks the law. You have to find someone who is as good-tempered as your father, who treats you well, and who you like."
Grandma would touch her hands, those wrinkled hands that made Xu Qingzhi’s hands feel a little painful.
"Grandma is getting older and may not live to see you get married."
At this time, grandpa can always hear him coming out of the house and saying something to grandma, "Qingzhi is studying, why are you nagging her to get married every day?"
Then grandma gave him a look, and grandpa turned his face away from grandma and stopped talking.
When Xu Qingzhi thinks about it now, she still thinks her grandpa's expression is very interesting, exactly the same as her father's.
Wang Yanmei had already walked into the house and saw the two extra jars at home. She shouted in her usual loud voice: "Hey, Qingzhi, what did you do? Did you add bayberry to the water?"
Xu Qingzhi followed into the house, took the water glass on the side, took a cup of sour plum soup, and handed it to her mother: "This is sour plum soup. I picked too many bayberries, so I made some to drink. There is bayberry wine over there.
, you have to wait a moment. Mom, how do you like this taste?"
"Why do you still do these things?" Wang Yanmei said in surprise.
Xu Qingzhi looked as usual: "I just searched it on the Internet. There are many tutorials."
Wang Yanmei took the cup and smelled it before she tasted it: "This sour plum soup is so fragrant, it makes people feel comfortable when smelling it."
She took a sip of the sour plum soup and said, "Well, it tastes good. This sour plum soup is so delicious! Mom has never read a book, so she can't even describe the taste. It feels much better than the iced black tea your dad likes to drink." After saying that, Wang Yanmei drank the remaining sour plum soup in one gulp. She was still not satisfied, so she went to get another cup.
After drinking the second cup, Wang Yanmei still wanted to drink.
This sour plum soup is just like that Hezi Xuanmai, I don’t want to stop at all.
But there was a treat at home tonight, so she still had to cook quickly.
So, she took another cup of sour plum soup and went to the kitchen with the cup, so that she could take a few sips at any time when she wanted to drink.
When Xu Fuqiang came back from picking vegetables, he also found two extra large jars at home.
After all, the two jars are placed on the shelf in the living room. You can see them when you enter the door. The jars are large and conspicuous.
Xu Qingzhi happened to finish the eggs in her hand, and when her hands were empty, she went to get another cup of sour plum soup for her father.
"Dad, try the sour plum soup I made with my own bayberry."
Xu Fuqiang happened to be thirsty, so he drank it as if he were drinking water. He gulped it down in one gulp and smacked his mouth twice, as if he was still thinking about it.
"Hey, Qingzhi, don't tell me, the sour plum soup you made tastes good! It's just that Dad drank it too fast and it didn't taste good. I'll try it with another glass." Xu Fuqiang took another glass, and then
I felt like my stomach was rumbling for a while.
Wang Yanmei's loud voice shouted in the kitchen: "Stop drinking, come and help."
"Come on, come on." Xu Fuqiang glanced at the kitchen and saw that there was still a lot of sour plum soup, so he reluctantly put down the cup.
Not long after, there was movement outside the door.
Wang Yanmei shouted: "Qingzhi, your Uncle Wang should be here, go and entertain him."