Ning Yuan glared at him angrily: "Let go, don't hug me!"
This man's mouth really stinks!
Rong Zhaonan let go of his hand and sneered: "You think I want to help you while Grandma Xia is watching. You don't want them to worry, right?"
After saying that, he took the vegetable basket and went to wash the vegetables.
Only then did Ning Yuan see Granny Xia standing at the door of the room holding a shelduck and not knowing what to say to Mr. Tang.
Seeing her arriving, Grandma Xia slithered over with the duck in her hand: "You're here, stinky girl, just in time. Go wash the vegetables and ask Nan Xiaozi to kill the duck for me!"
Ning Yuan looked at the duck and wondered: "Where did the duck come from? You only raised two chickens."
Grandma Xia said confidently: "Last night at midnight, I went to Third Aunt Wang's house and touched it. Who let that shameless bully you! I'll make her duck soup for you to vent your anger on!"
Ning Yuan choked on her saliva: "Cough cough cough..."
You are always sneaking around, can you stop using her name? Obviously you want to eat old duck soup!
She was a little helpless: "Didn't I give you the 150 yuan for that Yongzheng porcelain bowl? If you really want to eat duck, just go buy it with the villagers."
Nowadays, control is no longer so strict. Even when capitalism was cutting off its tail, you could still secretly buy chickens and ducks from others.
Grandma Xia rolled her eyes angrily: "Those people refuse to sell it to me, what can I do?"
Ning Yuan was stunned: "..."
That's right, Granny Xia's identity is very sensitive and special. Unlike educated youths like them, she is somewhat taboo among the villagers.
Grandma Xia laughed nonchalantly: "I heard that you used the sole of your shoe to slap that bitchy tongue-tied woman named Third Aunt Wang?"
Ning Yuan nodded, and the old lady gave a thumbs up proudly: "Very good, very good, very my style! You have my true inheritance! It's not in vain to teach you!"
Ning Yuan: "Uh...really?"
You are probably not teaching me to hit people with the soles of your shoes, but you are teaching me how to identify treasures and look at antiques, right?
"That must be my credit!" Grandma Xia sniffed.
She turned around and shouted at Rong Zhaonan at the top of her lungs: "Okay, I'm going to kill Third Aunt Wang's duck - Nan Xiaozi, Nan Xiaozi, go see if the boiling water is ready, and bring it over when it's done!"
Rong Zhaonan came over, followed Grandma Xia's instructions, put the vegetable basket directly into Ningyuan's arms, and went to bring the boiling water.
The wet water slapped Ning Yuan's face, and she rolled her eyes at him angrily. Is this public revenge?
She could only tie Xiaobai to the yard door first, and then carry the vegetables to wash.
Grandma Xia squatted on the ground, neatly clamped the neck of the shelduck in her hand behind her back, smeared the duck's neck with a kitchen knife and drained the blood into the bowl: "Hey, let's eat duck blood vermicelli tonight!"
Rong Zhaonan brought a large pot of boiling water from the house and placed it on the ground: "The water is boiling, be careful."
Grandma Xia threw the blood-drained and twitching duck into a pot of boiling water and said, "You and Xiaoyuan are responsible for cleaning it up and plucking its feathers. I'll help the old man get the fish!"
Aunt Xia went into the house, and Ning Yuan and Rong Zhaonan were the only two people left in the yard.
Ning Yuan put the washed vegetables in the dustpan, turned to look at Rong Zhaonan disemboweling the duck, and hesitated whether to go over and help pluck the feathers.
For the past two or three days, she and Rong Zhaonan had been having a cold war and didn't talk much in the cowshed.
Rong Zhaonan didn't even look at her. He neatly picked up the duck and said, "I don't need your help."
Ning Yuan looked at his cold look and gritted her teeth: "I'm here to help you, I'll go cook!"
With that said, she flicked her braid and turned around and walked out of the yard, heading towards the cowshed.
A big man, but his mind is as small as the tip of a needle!
An hour later, the aroma of old duck soup filled the room.
The newly made bamboo table was filled with a table full of pan-fried seabass with perilla, stir-fried field snails with sour and spicy bamboo shoots, fried shredded eel in oil, fragrant duck blood vermicelli, braised bacon with Lipu fragrant taro, and stir-fried river shrimp with leeks.
The oily and fragrant smell wafts in the air, making people want to eat.
Ning Yuan was very satisfied. She had food from the mountains and rivers, caught snails and shrimps, fished, and smoked the bacon herself. Well, plus the stolen ducks, this meal was up to par with her previous life!
On New Year's Eve, Grandma Xia, who had always been stingy, lit a few more candles and brought two more coal basins out to keep warm and roast sweet potatoes.
The howling north wind outside the house chilled my bones, but inside the house the food was delicious and the warm yellow candlelight fell all over the house.
The family sat around the dining table to eat.
Ning Yuan felt a little sad.
This is the first time that she has not returned to Ningnan to celebrate the New Year.
For half a year, except for a letter with fifteen yuan from her eldest brother who was serving in Shanghai, her family had ignored her.
Even if he knows that his biological parents are other people, how can he not have any feelings for them for more than 20 years?
How could she not be sad?
Fortunately, there are grandpa, Granny Xia...well, and Rong Zhaonan.
Mr. Tang cherished the new homespun cotton-padded clothes that Ning Yuan bought for him, and his eyes were a little red: "I haven't had such a meal in many years, and I have put on such good clothes. Thank you, girl."
Ning Yuan calmed herself down and rolled her eyes: "Grandpa Tang, don't worry, there will be good days ahead."
Grandpa Tang used to wear a woolen coat, which cost seventy or eighty yuan a piece. Now she can't afford it, but she will definitely be able to buy it in the future!
Rong Zhaonan was speechless: "..."
The old man had forgotten that he had delivered vegetables and chopped firewood to them in the past few years. How could Ning Yuan be deceived into being so partial after just a few dishes?
The sugar-coated bullets of the little spy are really not very harmful, but extremely insulting!
At this time, a duck leg suddenly fell into his bowl.
Rong Zhaonan looked at Granny Xia who was sitting next to him.
The old lady was holding a bowl and nibbling on the fish tail, with a distressed look on her face: "Look, the old man loves the girl. The old woman favors boys over girls, so she only loves a big boy like you. Hurry up and eat!"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the few sparse tooth marks on the duck leg and fell into deep thought.
It turns out that patriarchal preference is to give him the old duck's legs that cannot be chewed.
The next moment, another old duck leg was put into his bowl.
Ning Yuan smiled at him with big eyes and said, "Hey, here's another good thing. According to the three obediences and four virtues, good things should be reserved for the husband."
He saw that there were several bite marks on the duck's leg, showing that it was unable to bite.
Rong Zhaonan narrowed his eyes, haha... The provocation of this short-legged and long-haired rabbit is a bit interesting.
He took the chopsticks and picked up the duck leg that Ning Yuan had forced on him. He brought the area with her teeth marks to his thin lips and bit down slowly: "Well, the taste is okay."
Ning Yuan watched helplessly as he ate the place where he had eaten her.
It seems that the meat of the egg-laying duck that has been raised for several years and cooked for a long time is not hard or woody at all.
So shameless!
She felt her ears feel warm for no apparent reason and bit her lower lip. Feeling a bit at a loss, she quickly lowered her head to eat so as not to let anyone see her blush.
Eating a duck leg in such an evil way is a provocation, an absolute provocation! !
Grandma Xia didn't notice his little movements and was working hard to cook.
On the other hand, Mr. Tang's eyes flickered to the two young men, a little amused and helpless at the same time.
These two little ones are angry.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows at the old man - why, I ate what my partner had eaten.
What your partner has eaten should also be given to me?
Mr. Tang had a straight face - Bah, you have such a good idea, don't try to take advantage of my wife! !
He stretched out his chopsticks and took away the duck leg that Grandma Xia had given him in Rong Zhaonan's bowl.
The silent conversation between men ended.
Grandma Xia raised her face from her rice bowl and watched Mr. Tang chewing the duck leg with his old teeth.
She frowned: "Old man, why do you like eating this?"
If we had no food in the past few months, this old duck leg would be a delicacy, but today there are so many delicious dishes!
Rong Zhaonan poked the old duck legs in the bowl with a gentle smile: "Haha, grandma also knows that this thing is old, hard and tasteless, not delicious and hurts your teeth??"
Grandma Xia was stunned, oh, she forgot that there was a kid next to her who had been stuffed with unwanted old duck legs.
She coughed: "That's because your mother-in-law loves you and trains your teeth. Young people must work hard and be simple!"
Grandma Xia glanced at Rong Zhaonan's bowl and rolled her eyes: "Besides, you're enjoying eating Xiaoyuan's saliva! Why are you so boring?"
Rong Zhaonan choked on the old duck meat: "Cough cough cough..."
