Wang Yaozong himself didn't expect that he would encounter such a good thing just when he went out for a stroll!
He already felt a little regretful for running out. It was freezing cold outside and there was no one around. He kicked the snow in anger.
At least he could eat well at school, with steamed buns and meat slices for lunch, but when he got home, he could only eat dry noodles! He just came out of the hospital! Shouldn't he take some supplements
Wang Yaozong couldn't help but blame his parents for being incompetent, wondering why he was not born into a good family. At best, it was a city family, so that he could enjoy the good life of eating meat in the city.
This is what Wang Yaozong misunderstood. Nowadays, the life of the people in the city is to get paid on time every month, and have a guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood. However, in terms of living conditions, it is far from the level where they can eat meat without restraint. Every family depends on the monthly money to make a living, and many people go hungry.
Wang Yaozong became discouraged after walking around for a while and was about to go home, but suddenly he saw a series of chicken footprints in the snow.
He had an idea and followed him as if possessed by a ghost.
After searching along the footprints for a while, Wang Yaozong was overjoyed! Someone's chicken had wandered out, and was now shivering in the snow.
Wang Yaozong did not hesitate at all. He made a few ice balls with his hands, chased the chicken that could not run away, and hit it hard. In a few hits, the chicken died.
After listening to Wang Yaozong's words, Li Chunjuan was delighted without any stuttering: "That's great! We can have meat to eat too!"
She happily praised Wang Yaozong's ability. He could earn a chicken for free just by going out for a walk. Who wouldn't be jealous? Ha, let the neighbors cook chicken to tempt her, and she can have chicken to eat too!
A smile also appeared on Wang Yongshun's face, and the depression he had just felt from being bullied by Wang Ying dissipated a lot.
"Okay, tell your mother to cook the chicken quickly and throw the chicken feathers into the back hill. Don't let anyone find them."
Wang Yongshun knew what a chicken meant to the country people. Not to mention other people's chickens, even if it was his own chicken, if it was lost, Li Chunjuan would be so heartbroken that she would cry bitterly.
"Mother, cook all the chicken, don't leave any."
Wang Yongshun wanted to keep the chicken and eat it slowly, but he was afraid of being criticized. So he decided to just cook the chicken and have a good meal for the whole family.
Wang Yaozong was also proud: "Mom, make me a big pot of chicken and potato stew! Add more cabbage in it. Where are the noodles just now? Why are they all clumping together? Okay, give me another bowl of noodles..."
Li Chunjuan's eyes narrowed with smiles and she agreed promptly.
Li Chunjuan was fanning the fire while cooking, and she was concentrating on asking Wang Ying to smell the food! Life at home was not bad either!
…
Wang Ying did smell it, but before she smelled it she heard the conversation next door.
I suddenly didn't know what to say.
They are amazing! Judging from the way this couple applauds their son, they are truly blessed to have raised Wang Lingling and Wang Yaozong!
Xu Shuang didn't hear the conversation next door, but she smelled the fragrance from next door.
He raised his eyebrows. Nowadays, every household attaches great importance to chickens. Even if they kill chickens, they have to do so on important occasions, such as the Chinese New Year or when there is a happy event at home. The neighbor just got scolded by his family, and now he is in the mood to eat chicken
If I remember correctly, there is only one hen next door now.
Killing them if they don't keep them to lay eggs? Are they going crazy and ready to die
Wang Ying curled her lips: "Just wait and see."
Although no one knew whose chicken it was, Wang Yaozong had gotten away with stealing such a small thing, and sooner or later he would make a big mistake to make his parents feel comfortable.
But these have nothing to do with me.
Wang Ying's current life is the kind of life she most wants to live in the apocalypse. She wakes up naturally every day, eats, drinks, basks in the sun, and occasionally helps with some work.
Even so, Xu Shuang still had some objections.
"No need for you, just go upstairs and lie down."
Wang Ying said coquettishly: "I'm tired of lying down."
For the newlyweds, the space left by Old Mrs. Xu made them quickly become sweet.
Wang Ying herself felt like she had a piece of candy stuck in her throat: "I've been lying down for too long, with nothing to do. Winter is really long."
Wang Ying felt deeply regretful. She should have prepared something to kill time during the winter earlier. Although reading books is a bit taboo now, it is not that difficult to get them. She should have bought a few cookbooks and flipped through them with her eyes closed every day, eating whatever page she was on!
Xu Shuang raised her eyebrows: "How about... I lie down with you for a while?"
Wang Ying: “…”
Forget it! Even with the golden finger, Wang Ying felt that she had been too reckless recently!
Xu Shuang is really too enthusiastic about certain sports.
"No, no, I'd better go lie down by myself."
Otherwise, in broad daylight, if someone knocks on the door...
Xu Shuang washed her hands and said, "Come to think of it, I do have a few cookbooks at home."
Wang Ying's eyes lit up. Xu Shuang went into the room and rummaged through the drawers before pulling out a few small notebooks from among his own clothes.
Wang Ying was shocked when she saw the antique recipe: "Could this be some unique recipe handed down from generation to generation?"
Xu Shuang was amused by her: "How is that possible? Besides, even if I give you a recipe, can you definitely make the dish well? Knife skills, heat control, seasoning, each one of them requires years of practice. It's not difficult to make a new dish, but it's difficult to make a simple dish delicious."
Wang Ying nodded frantically. In her previous life, she had eaten Kirin Grouper made by a gold medal chef who specialized in fish. She was astonished at the taste! However, her best friend at the same table had the seafood fried rice made by this chef and her reaction was very average.
All I can say is that regardless of the ingredients and the recipe, it all depends on your skills and your expertise.
Wang Ying: "What about you?"
Xu Shuang pondered for a moment: "My master is a Shandong cuisine chef, my father is a Sichuan cuisine chef, and I also have an uncle whose family used to run a Huaiyang cuisine restaurant before the founding of the People's Republic of China... I learned a lot."
After a moment, Xu Shuang rarely showed a bit of frustration in front of Wang Ying: "It's useless to know so much. I can't use it now."
He himself won't talk about it. The state-owned restaurants don't have many varieties of dishes. The best-selling items in the store are braised pork trotters, and the rest are noodle soups, meat buns and dumplings. The dishes are just home-cooked meals, and some of them are affected by the changes in solar terms and cannot be served.
It was probably the same with his master, and the ones who were in trouble were his fellow brothers and uncles.
My senior brother works in the factory canteen. He only has a few tricks a year, and he makes them over and over again. They are all home-style flavors, and he also has to consider the amount of control. Liu Duo, who came last time, worked in the canteen of the textile factory in the county. He retired after only a few years, and even his master Chen Dong despised him.
The uncle who used to cook Huaiyang cuisine has now switched to other dishes, saying that some Huaiyang dishes are no longer called Kung Fu dishes because they are too time-consuming and boring to prepare.
Wang Ying touched his face distressedly, and really wanted to persuade him that these things would pass! In another ten years, everyone would be scrambling for food. In those days, even if you set up a street stall to sell snacks, you could make a fortune as long as you had good skills.
Wang Ying said from the bottom of her heart: "Your cooking skills are so good, you will definitely be able to do it in the future! Maybe we can even open our own restaurant!"
Xu Shuang patted her on the shoulder: "It's not that easy."
Now all the stores are state-owned, and it is not certain when it will be possible for individuals to open stores.
Wang Ying was very determined: "Of course!"
Xu Shuang is only twenty-one now, and in ten years she will be thirty-one, which is the best time for a cook.
Wang Ying: "You should practice hard, and don't give up your skills like your senior brother. We will open a shop in a big city in the future!"
Xu Shuang tapped her nose: "Okay, I'll practice my cooking skills and you eat."
Wang Ying is indeed a good eater. She seldom finds fault with what Xu Shuang cooks, but whether she is praising or making some harmless suggestions, she always hits the nail on the head.
When Xu Shuang used to cook, he felt lonely because no one tasted the food he cooked. Every time he served the dishes he made with great effort to others, they would just say "they were delicious" and dismiss him. Although it was praise, it always made him feel empty inside.
But Wang Ying is different. She was born with a good tongue and can and knows how to eat.
Xu Shuang: "I will cook for you for the rest of my life."
Wang Ying: "Okay, I'll work hard to make money and open a restaurant for you!"
After all the expenses, the family’s savings are still over 300 yuan, which is enough for living but not necessarily enough to open a store.
Although Wang Ying was a lazy person, she was determined at this moment.
She will first try to open a medicinal field in the back mountain and if it works, she will lead the team to grow medicinal herbs when the conditions are not so strict in the future!
After talking about serious topics, Wang Ying opened the menu with great interest. After reading it, she made herself hungry.
Seeing Wang Ying staring at one of the pages without moving, Xu Shuang leaned over to take a look. This look made Xu Shuang speechless.
“… This cannot be done now.”
Wang Ying said with regret but desire: "I know."
Xu Shuang: …
You know you're turning the pages, and this page is almost full of holes.
Xu Shuang came over and held her in her arms, then closed the recipe page with Buddha Jumps Over the Wall written on it: "I will definitely make it for you in the future."
At this time, it was difficult to even eat a sea cucumber, let alone Buddha Jumps Over the Wall. Even if Xu Shuang had a lot of connections, he couldn't get something like this.
"Shall we have pickled fish for lunch?"
Wang Ying immediately pulled herself away from Buddha Jumps Over the Wall: "Okay! I'll go call our mother."
The pickled cabbage was pickled in the summer, a large jar of pickled cabbage and half a jar of spicy cabbage. Xu Shuang took the pickled cabbage out of the jar, washed it, and then started to kill the fish fillets, cut the fish fillets into thin slices, stir-fried the pickled cabbage and fish head, and boiled a pot of sour and spicy fish head soup, and then slowly put the fish fillets in it.
When it comes out of the pot, the whole house is filled with sour fragrance, making people drool.
A dish like this has to be served with rice, but white rice is still a luxury, so Xu Shuang added some yellow rice to the white rice and stewed two sweet potatoes on top.
Even so, Wang Ying ate with great relish.
The fish fillets of the sauerkraut fish are tender and delicious. Xu Shuang also added black fungus and Chinese cabbage. It was a big pot of sauerkraut fish in golden soup. After eating the meat, you can have two sips of the soup. The sour and spicy taste warms your whole body.
Old Mrs. Xu also thought it was good: "This soup tastes delicious."
The three of them finished eating the fish and drinking the soup. Old Mrs. Xu also gave Wang Ying a pair of cotton slippers and a rabbit-skin mattress that she had made.
The cotton slippers are really soft and comfortable. Old Mrs. Xu even sewed a few red lines on them. Surprisingly, they don’t look rustic at all, but have a simple beauty.
The old lady also sighed: "It's just that you don't want to be too conspicuous now, otherwise I would make you a fur coat. This leather is well tanned, and we can make it with a whole piece. It is both beautiful and windproof."
Wang Ying was already very satisfied: "The mattress is also very good."
Put it in **, it will definitely be warm!
Wang Ying put the things away, and in the afternoon, the family split up. Old Mrs. Xu and Wang Ying went to a meeting, and Xu Shuang continued to patrol with the team.
Wang Ying first went to Cheng Shufen and Cheng Yu's place. After spending a few days together, they became very familiar with each other.
Cheng Yu saw Wang Ying from a distance and greeted her, "Sister Ying!"
Wang Ying came closer and was a little surprised: "Why are you eating at this time?"
It's already two or three in the afternoon, it's a bit late to eat at this time.
Cheng Shufen was a little embarrassed: "It's my fault. I was sewing and forgot the time."
Cheng Shufen didn't bring her watch with her, and there was a heavy snow last night, so she got up late this morning. It was only when she saw Wang Ying coming that she realized how late it was.
Wang Ying took a look and saw Cheng Shufen cooking a pot of mixed grain porridge in a clay pot on the earthen stove, and also put in some chopped taro. Before Xu Shuang came, she didn't build a separate stove for the two of them, but connected the stove connected to the kang, but now it was difficult to get an iron pot, so she could only leave the stove empty.
The multi-grain porridge is made of cornmeal, millet and sorghum flour that Wang Ying gave me. It contains more sorghum flour. It doesn’t look very good, but it smells okay after being cooked and is quite filling when eaten.
It has a unique flavor when paired with the pickles and pickles that Wang Ying brought earlier.
Wang Ying pulled Cheng Yu into the house and secretly took out a paper bag from her arms.
After a hushing sound, he whispered to Cheng Yu, "Burn the paper after you finish eating."
Cheng Yu was still young after all, and she couldn't wait to open the paper package, and her eyes lit up immediately.
There were more than a dozen pieces of fish fried until golden on both sides!
"Sister Ying! Where did you get this from? You're amazing!"
Wang Ying touched her head and said, "You'll know later. You can eat this thing cold or hot. Tell your teacher later."
Cheng Yu nodded and clenched her fists. When spring comes, she will definitely help Sister Ying! She will definitely not let Sister Ying suffer any loss in supporting her!
After Wang Ying left, Cheng Shufen also brought the mixed flour porridge and the earthenware jar into the house.
Although the team helped to build a wall, they didn't provide any other things. Wang Ying had to ask the team for a jar, and they also found her two bowls. Cheng Yu and Cheng Shufen also found some broken wooden boards in the yard to raise the floor, and found a larger board in the next room and put it on top, which could barely be considered a dining table. Only then could they eat their meals smoothly.
Cheng Shufen invited Cheng Yu to eat, but Cheng Yu hesitated and opened the paper bag and spread it out on the side.
Cheng Shufen was about to scold her. It was not easy for Wang Ying either. Even if she hadn't heard it from the captain himself, Cheng Shufen knew that she could live such a life now because of Wang Ying's financial support, and she had to think about how to prevent others from noticing.
How can you have the nerve to eat their food every day when you have received such great care from them
However, seeing Cheng Yu's timid look, Cheng Shufen swallowed her words back.
Cheng Yu quickly acted cute: "I do thank Sister Ying. When spring comes, I will definitely help Sister Ying pick a lot of herbs!"
Cheng Shufen was amused by her greedy look and said angrily, "Okay, but I have to teach you how to read later, so you don't make a mistake when you misread the medicine and embarrass yourself."
The fried fish costing a dozen yuan was fried, but in fact, not much oil was used. The fish in the fish pond were all strong and thick with a thick layer of fish oil. Xu Shuang simply cut the fish into pieces, marinated them, and smeared a thin layer of oil on them. At the same time, she controlled the heat at the bottom of the pan until both sides were fried until golden brown. Finally, she sprinkled a handful of seasonings on them before serving. This kind of fish had no fishy smell at all and tasted salty and spicy.
It tastes a bit too strong if eaten alone, but it is very good to be eaten with porridge or as a staple food.
People at that time were lacking in flavor and oil. Cheng Shufen also ate meat for the first time after a long wait. She tasted the salty, spicy and fragrant flavor as soon as she put it in her mouth, which made her unable to stop.
The two of them didn't dare to eat too much. They finished the mixed grain porridge with two pieces of fish and put away the remaining fish pieces.
Cheng Shufen was afraid that a wild cat might come in, so she wrapped the fish pieces in several layers to ensure that the smell would not escape.
Cheng Yu touched her belly and said enviously: "Sister Ying is a good person, and Brother Shuang is a good cook. It would be great to have a chef as a husband."
Wang Ying often sneaks in some food, and every bite tastes so good! This makes Cheng Yu extremely envious!
Cheng Shufen smiled and said, "Why? Have you changed your goal? You don't want to be an opera singer anymore, and you want to find a cook as your husband?"
Cheng Yu turned over and stood up: "Who said that! Of course I want to sing opera!"
Cheng Yu said confidently: "I was born to sing opera! Marrying can only be a by-product. If getting married affects my singing, then I will definitely not get married!"
With such a chattering little girl, Cheng Shufen actually had the illusion that her life was still very complete and happy.
Cheng Yu was still mumbling: "My mother's goal is to get married, but she still works so hard at home and can't eat anything she wants. But if I become a star, I can get a salary every month! Even if I can't marry a chef, I can go buy food every day! I can buy whatever I want!"
Cheng Shufen wiped the bowls and plates carefully with snow, then put them away carefully. She wiped her hands clean in the snow, and took out the unfinished needlework from the bag she had brought with her and started working.
He also did not forget to tease Cheng Yu: "Little girl, do you know what it means to get married?"
As he said this, his heart ached. Cheng Yu was now thirteen years old. He had come to such a place with himself, and he was still thinking about singing opera. But whether it was singing opera or his future personal life, it was a big stone weighing on him.
Cheng Yu is still young and doesn’t understand the worries of adults. As long as she has a little hope in life, she will be full of hope for the future.
"How could I not know? My mother has been nagging me since I was a child. In the end, raising me is just like raising a pig. When a pig reaches a certain age, it is slaughtered for money. When I reach a certain age, I am married off for money..."
Cheng Yu: "I don't want to be a pig! I want to be a horn!"
Cheng Shufen suppressed her heartache and asked her with a smile: "Then how do you plan to be a role?"
Cheng Yu counted on his fingers: "When the weather gets hot, we can go up to the back mountain. I'll find a place to practice my voice and no one will bother me. I can practice while picking herbs for Sister Ying. When you go back, I'll go with you. By then, my kung fu will be good enough and I'll definitely be able to perform on stage!"
Cheng Yu was very happy: "When my mother comes to see me, I will definitely tell her, didn't you say that your son is your root? Then you can take your brother to ask for money! Then I will bring Sister Ying to Beijing and take her to visit the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, and the Summer Palace..."
Cheng Shufen did not interrupt her. In Cheng Yu's description of the future, everything seemed to have an end. Cheng Shufen was looking forward to it in her heart. She herself might not be able to wait, but she hoped that Cheng Yu could wait until that day!
When Wang Ying arrived, the conference room was already full of people.
When Li Chunjuan saw Wang Ying, she stopped saying hurtful things and turned her head away, thinking, out of sight, out of mind.
Wang Ying didn't want to join her little circle, so she followed Old Lady Xu and found a seat to sit down.
Or maybe the villagers just like to watch the fun and gossip. It's really nothing serious, and they can't go out in winter. Wang Ying could hear all kinds of news as soon as she sat down.
What about this family's bad relationship with that family, that family's mother-in-law is bullying her daughter-in-law, and that family's girl seems to be having an affair with an educated youth...
Among these voices, only one sounded the most angry.
Wu Guihua, who has always been at odds with Li Chunjuan, has a loud voice to begin with, and now it's even louder.
"I don't know which bastard stray cat stole my chickens. I have been raising them for half a year and finally managed to keep them until now! I was planning to kill them for the meat during the Chinese New Year! Now there is nothing left!"
Wu Guihua was furious: "Why don't the patrol team get rid of all the wild cats? In previous years, we only saw a piece of meat or one or two dead mice. How come this year the wild cats have entered my house and started to take live chickens!"
Wu Guihua's words immediately attracted people's response.
"That's right. My chicken just ran out without closing the door. I followed the chicken's footprints and when I finally found it, I saw two claws next to it. I was so angry that I beat my dog Dan. This damn kid lost a hen. From now on, he won't eat any eggs!"
Wu Guihua pulled the woman who lost the chicken, and the two of them got together and cursed the cat who stole the chicken to the end of his ancestors.
Wang Ying glanced at Li Chunjuan with her eyes slanted. Li Chunjuan didn't feel guilty at all. Her eyes were shining and she was extremely excited! I guess the first time the chicken was stolen was an accident. The second time the chicken was stolen from Wu Guihua's house, it was done deliberately.
Wang Ying: …
The face is just a decoration for your family, right
Wang Ying didn't say anything, but in her heart she despised the family next door even more.
Judging from the tone of the voice, Wang Yaozong has now gone from stealing one to stealing two, and maybe there will be three, four, five or six more in the future.
Wang Ying didn't think of intervening. Firstly, it would be difficult to determine the cause of such a matter if the perpetrators were not caught at the scene. Secondly, she really didn't want to have anything to do with the neighbors anymore.
Third, if Wang Yaozong steals once or twice, no one might notice it, but judging from the fact that he has committed the crime twice in just a few days, there will be a third crime sooner or later.
If you walk on the road at night for a long time, you will always meet a Li Kui.
Wang Ying shook her head and turned back to continue talking to her mother-in-law and a group of old ladies.
It is already the twelfth lunar month, and tomorrow is Laba Festival. Old Mrs. Xu keeps talking about making Laba porridge, and she has been discussing with others about changing to a few other beans to enrich the variety.
The old ladies also got excited. When winter comes, everyone seems to be thinking about food. Although the ingredients are not complete, they still try their best to cook.
Old Mrs. Xu agreed with an old lady to exchange half a bowl of peanuts for wild chestnuts, and she also agreed with another old lady to exchange corn for some red dates.
An old lady winked and said, "You should get some red dates. Now you have a wife, maybe you will have a big fat grandson next year."
Wang Ying: …
Oh, in addition to discussing food, this season is also the peak season for fertility exercises.
It’s cold and I can’t go out. After thinking about what to eat, the next thing I want to do is to keep warm.
This is why September and October are the peak months for childbirth. It is just the right time to give birth after the double harvest. I really admire the tight schedule of working people at this time.
Old Mrs. Xu smiled and said, "It's not certain."
She didn't rush her because Wang Ying was young and could wait a little longer.
Wang Ying herself was a little nervous. In fact, she had never discussed the issue of having a child with Xu Shuang.
According to her, she doesn't want to have a baby now.
Not for any other reason, but mainly because the conditions in the countryside are really outrageous nowadays.
The last time Wang Ying went to Qian**'s house, she received two copies of "Barefoot Doctor's Manual" and "Pregnant Women's Childbirth Instructions" from Tian Youfu. It has to be said that although the environment for giving birth in rural areas is much better now than before the founding of the People's Republic of China, there are still many accidents.
You should know that there is a case in it that says a pregnant woman's feet came out first when giving birth. The midwife had no way to put the baby's hands and feet back in the right position, so she had to take them out forcibly, which ended up killing the mother in pain.
This situation is called "starving old birth" in the countryside. It is said that a famous Tang Dynasty singer, Gongsun Da Niang's female apprentice, had a lame leg. Because she was born "starving old birth", her leg could not be put back, so she had to cut it off and take the baby out...
Wang Ying's scalp tingled when she thought about this, and she felt that it was unwise to have a child now.
Now as a barefoot doctor, she has a pair of needles, two books, and some medicinal herbs. Not to mention her own childbirth, even if she encounters problems in other people's childbirth, she will be at a loss.
Only the legendary gods could deliver a baby with bare hands without any other needs. Wang Ying felt that she couldn't do it.
She has a golden finger, but it can’t bring the dead back to life.
In addition, modern medicine also requires the cooperation of instruments. It is really impossible to clearly see your internal organs just by taking your pulse.
Speaking of giving birth, Wang Ying gets a headache.
She felt that she needed to have a good discussion with Xu Shuang.
For example... stop doing a certain sport for a while.
Laba usually marks the beginning of the Chinese New Year. After Laba, Wang Ying was so dizzy from Xu Shuang's daily feeding that she almost forgot to mention the child.
Today, it was time for the team to distribute pork.
Tian Youfu doesn't have to attend a meeting this year, and he looks radiant.
Several young and strong men escorted a big fat pig to an open space and repeated the scene that happened more than a month ago.
The lucky pork in this pork field is the fattest one, and the fat that was cut out is two fingers thick.
The next step is to sort the pork, and Wang Ying changed the parts this time.
"I want a pig's lung, elbow, large intestine, head and tenderloin."
I won’t talk about the quantity, it just depends on how the person in charge divides it.
The pork belly that Xu Shuang got last time was really delicious. Not only was she used to make dumplings, but she also made a plate of barbecued pork with plenty of sugar. It tasted so good when it was served on top of rice!
This time, Wang Ying wanted pig lungs because she wanted to make a medicinal soup for the whole family. She wanted pork elbows because she missed the pleasure of eating meat. In addition to the large intestine, Wang Ying also wanted a lot of pig blood to take home and make blood sausage. She kept the pig head meat because she had to burn incense for the original owner's parents during the New Year.
Everything was arranged, but it still aroused doubts from others.
"She is just fooling around. Why doesn't Xu Shuang do anything about her?"
"That's right. If I asked for it like that, I would have been scolded when I got home! He doesn't earn his own money, but he spends it like a jerk!"
Wang Ying didn't care about that. She happily went home with the meat she got.
The pig lungs were first stewed into soup with some Chinese medicine added, and then a bowl was given to Old Lady Xu, Xu Shuang, and even to Cheng Shufen.
The blood sausage is stuffed and hung up, and the porridge eaten on the Laba Festival is not served with meat.
On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Xu Shuang started to stew the pork elbows. The aroma spread all around. Fortunately, there was only Wang Yongshun's family around, so no one was so attracted by the smell that they came out to curse.
The stewed elbow is trembling, with the beauty of pork. It rushes into the eyes without any obstruction. Such a taste can be described in one word, beautiful!
The pork elbow was stewed into a mushy paste, and the meat and bones could be separated with a chopstick. Wang Ying broke open a big steamed bun, put the pork in it, and added some chili peppers. She ate two in one go.
I ate a big pork elbow for two meals in a row, and didn't waste the remaining broth. I poured it over rice and ate it.
Wang Ying suddenly felt like she was back in her childhood and began to look forward to the New Year.
The Chinese New Year is indeed a lively time. After a busy whole year, every household takes out all their savings to prepare for the New Year.
Grinding tofu, steaming buns, everyone in the team got ready no matter what the conditions were.
On the day of the Little New Year, Wang Ying was waiting for Xu Shuang to prepare a table of dishes.
Suddenly someone came running and knocking on the door, crying and shouting.
"Sister Wang Ying! My mother is about to give birth, come and have a look!"