While Aunt Gong Jian was still hesitating in the kitchen, not knowing how to start, Gong Yaozu wandered into the kitchen from outside the door. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he lost his eyelids at all and started to attack.
Rubbing her belly, she complained: "Mom, why haven't you had lunch yet? I'm almost starving to death. You are trying to starve me."
Hearing her youngest son's complaint, Mrs. Gong Jian became even more panicked. She hurriedly said: "Yaozu, oh, I'm actually starving you. No, there's no way to make lunch."
When Gong Yaozu heard this, he raised his eyelids and said, "What? Why can't you make lunch? You really want to starve me to death."
Aunt Gong Jian then quickly explained the matter to him, "That's not true. We took the kitchen knife out last night, but in the morning, your father didn't bring the kitchen knife back. Now we can't even cut the vegetables."
Gong Yaozu glanced at the washed vegetables on the chopping board, and he complained full of complaints: "Then don't cut them, they are just like weeds anyway."
While he looked at the vegetables on the chopping board with disgust, he rubbed his belly again. He had really suffered at home in the past few months, eating three meals a day like a fool. He was really miserable with these simple meals.
He's had enough. But if he doesn't eat these things, what else can he eat? Is he going to starve himself to death?
For Gong Yaozu, the meals at home are like letting him eat grass every meal. So whether he eats the grass cut into sections or the whole grass, it doesn’t matter to him.
It doesn't matter. It just smells like grass anyway.
After hearing what her son said, Aunt Gong Jian felt that this was okay. The most important thing was that she was also afraid of starving her precious little son. So she quickly prepared stir-fry. Since her son didn't dislike it, there was nothing she could do about it.
If you want to cut it, then you can only fry it whole first.
When Uncle Gong Jian's mother quickly prepared lunch, she immediately cut out the best part and brought it to her son. Of course, she hid a poached egg under the vegetables, for fear that her son would be wronged while eating.
.But what she didn’t know was that her son almost hated these things.
The source of strength that supports Gong Yaozu and continues to stay at home is that these three months are about to be up. Soon he will be able to go to the town and have a big meal with his brothers.
Eat meat, drink a lot of wine, and live a carefree life.
After delivering lunch to her son, Aunt Gong Jian packed up the remaining lunch and went directly to her room to wake up her husband, who was still sleeping soundly.
Uncle Gong Jian was woken up in a daze. He was very unhappy at first. He felt that he had just slept for a while and was woken up by his mother-in-law. He didn't know if he had been with this woman in his previous life.
There is a grudge, but after all, this woman just doesn’t like her, right?
But before Uncle Gong Jian could lose his temper, there was a growling sound in his stomach, which also made him realize that it was indeed getting late, and it was indeed time to eat and fill his stomach first.
Holding the whole vegetables on the plate, Uncle Gong Jian couldn't help but frown. Turning around, he scolded his mother-in-law: "You lazy woman, you are getting more and more shameless now. How did you cook this dish? Like this
It’s for people to eat.”
Hearing Uncle Gong Jian's reprimand, Mrs. Gong Jian didn't feel any fear at all this time. Originally, she was not to blame for this matter.
I saw Mrs. Gong Jian scratching her neck and saying without giving up: "You can't blame me."
Her retort made Uncle Gong Jian even more angry. He slapped his chopsticks on the table, widened his eyes, glared at Uncle Gong Jian and shouted: "If I don't blame you, do you still blame me?
?You stupid bitch can’t even cook well, and now you’re still saying I don’t blame you, then tell me who should be blamed, the King of Heaven? Is it because I asked you to do this when you cook like this?”
After hearing this severe reprimand, Aunt Gong Jian was not willing to accept the anger. She also imitated her husband's behavior, threw her rice bowl on the table, and said with a pinched neck.
"What's wrong with me cooking like this? Isn't this vegetable not cut? You can teach me what should I use to cut the vegetables and how should I cut the vegetables?"
Seeing that he, a stupid woman, actually kicked her nose in the face and dared to throw a plate to rebel, Uncle Gong Jian was even more angry. He was just about to scold this useless dim sum woman, who couldn't even cut vegetables, but suddenly
An idea flashed in his mind, and he thought about what Auntie Gong Jian seemed to be accusing in those few words just now.
He chewed those words again, and then realized what Uncle Gong Jian was saying. It turned out that the woman was saying that she had no tools to cut vegetables. Thinking of this, Uncle Gong Jian suddenly realized,
Last night, because Gong Jian’s house was empty,
, received a big blow. At that time, I was disgraced and dejected, and because time was tight, it was almost dawn, so I hurriedly came out of Gong Jian's house, so at that time, it seemed that, indeed, I had forgotten the one used as a window pry.
Important tool kitchen knife.
Uncle Gong Jian was upset in his heart. How could he forget to leave his kitchen knife at Gong Jian's house? It's better now. It's broad daylight and he can't take out the kitchen knife. This lunch at his house
, it is true that I cannot cut vegetables, and how can I cook without a kitchen knife? No wonder my mother-in-law dares to yell at me with her neck straight like this. It turns out that this is the problem.
At this time, Uncle Gong Jian wanted to continue to maintain his dignity and reprimand his mother-in-law, but he felt that he had no reason to retaliate. He could only pretend to be nonchalant and picked up the chopsticks and hurriedly put them into his mouth.
Meals.
Seeing that Uncle Gong Jian's side turned off the fire, Mrs. Gong Jian also picked up her rice bowl and started eating. But Mrs. Gong Jian was secretly happy in her heart. It was so rare that she actually gave herself the upper hand.
Once.
It seems that it is not a bad thing that the kitchen knife was left at Gong Jian's house. Gong Jian's aunt was secretly happy in her heart and rejoiced for her rare victory. After all, she has been fed up with her own men these days.
She was beaten, scolded and accused, but she had no way to retaliate. This time it was rare for her man to hold back. Auntie Gong Jian felt that the kitchen knife was thrown away very well.
After finishing the lunch in a hurry, Uncle Gong Jian put down the bowls and chopsticks. He leaned on the bed a little tiredly, then raised his injured leg high on the edge of the bed, and then turned to face