I feel that as a Northeasterner, there are a few things that must be eaten at home to taste them, and among them, dumplings rank first.
The rest are like rotten stew, sauerkraut stew with frozen tofu, braised white meat, sauerkraut blood sausage, these are among the best.
"You're back, hurry up, the dumplings have just come out of the pan."
When I opened the door and entered the villa, the old lady put on an apron and was very busy. The two little Wa girls were sitting on the sofa in the living room and staring at the TV.
"I invited you here to watch TV?"
As soon as I said something, the two Wa girls stood up with tears streaming down their cheeks. One of them looked particularly aggrieved and said, "It's not that we don't work, it's that my wife won't let us move."
Before I could say anything, our old lady opened her mouth first: "What do you think they are doing?"
"Before, at home, I still had land to look after, but here, there is only this house left, and they both have to do the work, so what do I do?"
I suddenly looked at the two little girls from the Wa ethnic group, and thought of their virtues as they were sitting on the sofa watching TV. It was as if Sun Wukong had drawn a circle for Monk Tang, and they were not allowed to come out no matter what. No wonder People feel wronged.
I took the old lady's arm and asked, "Then I'll give them up to you?"
The old lady's head shook like a rattle: "That won't work."
"You quit, I can't even tune the TV anymore..." As she spoke, the old lady pulled me aside: "Today, these two girls even looked for your news, and I saw you on it. ”
"As for your county magistrate, the kind-hearted one, didn't you rescue a few abducted girls today? I saw you actually walking over on TV. Hey, when did you become an official? Don't you work in some park? What?"
benign countenance? !
It is true that Buddha sees people with eyes, and everyone is like Buddha. The old lady was stunned to see the kind eyes on Lao Qiao's face. This shows how powerful the effect of the spotlight is.
But I was still curious: "How do you know about the park?"
The old lady still felt that I looked down on her: "What don't I know? Economic development zones, development zones, and parks all mean the same thing. They are the group of leaders and business people who are all gathered together. They are basically the same as our family." The food market at the door means the same thing..."
"Mother……"
This old lady was talking nonsense like she was sitting on the kang, so I quickly stopped her and said, "We have guests."
"Where are the guests?" The old lady took a look, and her eyes slid directly over Burea. Burea was picking up a dumpling with her hands and about to put it in her mouth. Burea slapped him on the shoulder: "This kid, can you catch it with your hands? Wash your hands!"
It's also strange that Boureia, a master who dared to hug the trigger even if he could hold a gun, actually let the old lady shrink his neck with a slap, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and quickly put the dumplings on Gai put it in his mouth and said: "Smells~"
"Yes, wash your hands!"
Bourgea, a murderous devil that Lao Qiao had trained since childhood, actually made himself submissive to the old lady and went straight to the toilet without even passing a fart.
My eyes widened when I saw it!
But then I thought about it, and the old lady probably regarded Boureia as the child I took home when I was a child. At that time, people basically coaxed these children one by one, and no one was used to it.
When the dumplings were served, Boureia also finished washing her hands. After five or six plates of dumplings were served on the table, the old lady took away no one left behind. Even the two little girls were called to the table, saying like pigs and lambs: "Eat. Let’s all eat, it’s stuffed with pickled cabbage and oil, it’ll make you swallow all your tongues.”
Boureia and the two little girls started to grab each other. The old lady sat beside her and pursed her lips in amusement. She looked at me and said, "See, this is what we call home."
As he spoke, he poked me in the air with his finger: "Hurry up, get a wife back, and give me a baby, do you hear me?"
When I heard this, it didn't sound like she was thinking about my marriage. It felt like she wanted me to give birth to a child for her.
Burea was chewing dumplings at this time and said: "Amu, can I come to eat often in the future? The food here is much better than ours."
My mother seems to be used to being called 'Emma': "What are you talking about? I didn't treat you as an outsider in the first place."
They were both about to get married!
But I was caught in the middle, holding tightly to this layer of window paper that could break at any time, not daring to break it with both ends.
Okay, just live happily one day at a time.
After eating, the old lady didn't rush to do the work this time. She really didn't like washing dishes. The two little girls finally found work and went into the kitchen together with just a few dishes and chopsticks. Brea and I sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, just in time to see the replay of the news.
Lao Qiao spoke righteously in front of the camera, while the girls were trembling beside him, and my fleeting scene was immediately caught by the old lady: "Did you see it, my son, my son!"
It makes her happy, as if I have endured it for so many years and finally reached the day when I can make a difference.
"Mom, why are you so happy?" I asked.
The old lady responded: "Can you be unhappy?"
"When I went out to buy vegetables and rode in a military vehicle, I was followed by two soldiers carrying guns. One time I was bargaining with a vegetable seller, and they gave me a blank look. The two soldiers carrying guns were barely robbed by others. I was trying to stop them. Stopping means stopping."
"I thought I was in trouble this time, but the vendor chased me all the way and refused to give me the food for free."
"I knew right there that my son was definitely gaining the upper hand."
"Who would have thought that my son would now become an official with the county magistrate."
"In our village, no, even in our township, you have to be the biggest official. Can I be unhappy?"
As the old lady said this, she held my hand in her palm and patted it. Her eyes and eyebrows stretched out, and her eyes turned into slits with laughter.
"Now, all we have to do is get a wife."
She crossed her legs on the sofa and said: "If you ask me, son, don't pick on me. This Burmese girl is just a black spot. It's nothing. If she doesn't understand the language, she doesn't understand the language. Then I scold her a few words, but she still listens. See you there, haven’t I relieved you of a lot of the burden of conflicts between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.”
Burea looked at me from the side with a face full of embarrassment and kept being silly and happy. The old lady scolded me on the spot: "You bald little egg, what are you enjoying!"
Bujea didn't know what to say and said directly: "Emma, my brother has women, several of them."
"What!"
Bourea smiled evilly and turned around to leave. To make me angry, he opened his mouth and cursed: "Brea, I fucked you so hard, spit out the fucking dumplings for me!"
This is revenge. It's obviously revenge. This guy probably has a grudge because I made fun of him during the night show.
"Oh my god!"
"Mom, that's a phone. Why did you grab anything and smash it on your head and butt? You smashed my jaw until it bled!"
"You dare to yell at me, don't you?"
"You have become powerful and have got several girls, right?"
"I'll let you do the fucking damage!"
"Stand right there, or I'll break your leg, and we won't be done today!"
When I was chased all over the house by the old lady, I finally understood that maybe everyone in this world has an evil side, but when a mother stands in front of her child, she will become the embodiment of 'all good'.
(End of chapter)
