Not only did she dig out the memory buried in her memory, her mouth watered just thinking about the smell of pickled ginger.
"You want to eat pickled ginger?" Qiao Dongliang was surprised.
"Well, is this troublesome to make? Why don't you tell me how to make it and I can try it myself?" Sincerely, ever since I remembered the taste of pickled ginger, Qiao Nan felt uninterested in anything she ate, especially spicy food.
It lacks the sourness of pickled ginger, is extremely sour, and lacks the spiciness of pickled ginger. The wonderful combination of spiciness and sourness is only reflected in the pickled ginger.
In this life, before she got pregnant, Qiao Nan never thought that she would be the kind of person who would become obsessed with food just because she wanted to eat. But in fact, ever since she had this idea, she even dreamed that she was in Qiao's fifth house.
The texture I experienced when I took my first bite of pickled ginger when I was 18 years old.
Confirming that his daughter really needs him, Qiao Dongliang straightened his back: "Sure, I'll tell you how to do it. Can you ask Zhai Sheng to write it down for you?" Having said that, Qiao Dongliang decided that tomorrow
Early in the morning, he would personally go to the market to select a dozen pounds of old ginger that was most suitable for making pickled ginger.
If you say you want to do it with others, that's completely different. Qiao Dongliang is worried that the person who makes pickled ginger in the Zhai family doesn't have his own skills.
To be honest, the method of pickling ginger is unique to the Qiao family. Not to say original, but it is really unique. When Grandma Qiao was still alive, the family was poor, with little food and no vegetables. It happened that the ginger was grown in the ground.
, that one looks particularly good. The question is, in an era when staple food is not enough, which family can be willing to spend money on ginger, a cooking ingredient. It’s good if you can eat enough. Be careful about the taste.
Damn the butt.
There was no way, we couldn't waste things, so Grandma Qiao made all the ginger into pickled ginger for her family to eat. It was also a habit developed at that time. Later, Grandma Qiao would pickle some ginger at home from time to time and eat it as a vegetable. Pickled ginger
For Qiao Dongliang, Jiang has become a childhood memory.
Of course, the Qiao family's pickled ginger always comes with the Qiao family's unique craftsmanship. Qiao Dongliang made these points very clear when he was on the phone, but he was afraid that when the Zhai family got started, they wouldn't be able to do it well.
For this reason, Qiao Dongliang thought that the Zhai family should first make some unauthentic Qiao family pickled ginger and let Qiao Nan eat it for a few days.
On his side, he also helped to make the pickled ginger. After the pickled ginger was ready, he found a courier to send it to Qiao Nan. Qiao Dongliang also knew that pickled ginger was cheap, but if it was to be couriered to the capital, it would only cost a lot of money.
The price of pickled ginger will be several times, even ten times. But who makes Qiao Nan want to eat it? No matter how much money is spent, it is worth it.
Qiao Dongliang, who was going to be a grandfather, was almost the first person to enter the vegetable market besides the vegetable vendors early the next morning. He bought a bunch of ginger and even several packets of seasonings.
"Mom, Dad got up very early today. He has been in the kitchen all morning. What is he tinkering with?" Qiao Zijin couldn't help but be curious. He squeezed next to Ding Jiayi and asked, "It's really useful to cook."
It won't take more than a morning, right? Mom, don't you think, my dad is very excited today and he keeps humming."
Over the past year or so, too many things have happened in the Qiao family. Qiao Zijin can't remember how long ago it was the last time she heard Qiao Dongliang hum: "Is there anything good at home?" Why?
She heard nothing about it.
Ding Jiayi, who was watching TV, stepped aside: "It's a hot day, what are you doing next to me? Sit by yourself." When she said this, Ding Jiayi's eyes did not move away from the TV. As for Qiao Zijin's
Ding Jiayi's words did not solve the problem at all.
Since the topic of 100,000 yuan ended, Qiao Zijin thought that if Ding Jiayi was left alone for a while and ignored Ding Jiayi for a while, Ding Jiayi would figure it out and would not mention 100,000 yuan to him again. He did not mention it again.
But Qiao Zijin clearly felt that her mother seemed to be much colder towards her. Unlike before, whenever she appeared, her mother could only hold her in her eyes and heart.
"Mom, are you still angry with me?" If possible, Qiao Zijin didn't want to take the initiative to mention the one hundred thousand yuan in front of Ding Jiayi. After all, until now, she didn't want to take the one hundred thousand yuan.
The money came out to save Ding Jiayi's so-called marriage. She is already in her 70s and 80s, and things like divorce are done by young people.
What's more, at this age, it doesn't make any difference whether her parents divorce or not, as her father said. Her mother is the only one who is too nervous and worried.
Ding Jiayi chewed melon seeds and glanced at Qiao Zijin: "I'm angry with you. Why should I be angry with you?" Look, she didn't even dare to mention the words "one hundred thousand yuan". This
Are you worried that she will want it again?
"Mom..." Qiao Zijin shouted "Mom" for a long time, and she acted like a spoiled child in three turns. There is no doubt that Ding Jiayi was the one who liked Qiao Zijin's tricks the most in the past, but now
Not before, Ding Jiayi said that this method is no longer useful to her.
It worked in the past because Qiao Zijin used a bunch of fictitious words of filial piety to make Ding Jiayi happy. Ding Jiayi thought that with Qiao Zijin as her daughter, she could live a life like an old lady in the old days. So no matter Qiao Zijin
Ding Jiayi agreed with whatever Jin said.
But today...
Ding Jiayi drank some water and moistened her throat: "I'm your mother. I've always known how to scream well. If others heard it, they would think that our house is haunted in broad daylight."
"Mom, why do you suddenly have such an attitude towards me?" Ding Jiayi made a 180-degree turn, which Qiao Zijin couldn't accept. It was like a person who had been obsessed with madness suddenly woke up and had a completely opposite attitude:
"Mom, you weren't like this before. In the past, you always thought about me. You would never give up on anything that was good for me. You would never do anything that was not good for me.
.Mom, you have changed."
She became selfish, only had herself in her heart, and forgot about her daughter!
The last time I opened my mouth, I asked for 50,000, and this time I asked for 100,000. What about next time? Her mother's appetite is getting bigger and bigger, and her mouth is getting bigger and bigger. How big a sum of money, her mother dares to do this
Ask her to ask for it. She only has a total of 1.5 million. At this rate, her mother will want them all in less than three years.
Thinking of the time when Qiao Nan was in this house, Ding Jiayi only asked Qiao Nan for money every month, asking for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. Feng shui changed, and when Ding Jiayi, the mother, asked her for money, it would be 50,000 or 100,000 yuan.
Yes! Is this a habit of exploiting my daughter, and it is getting worse! (To be continued)