Zhang couldn't bring himself to do it, so he took a stone in his hand and knocked it carefully on the bowl. Su Ruyi looked anxious, could it break it?
"Mom, try harder, this is not tofu."
"Stop yelling. My hands will shake when you yell. Go ahead and cook for me tonight!"
"Okay, mother, don't be so careful. Even if it's all broken, it'll be fine. It's mine."
Mrs. Zhang: "What's wrong? Did you pick it up for free? Go and cook and leave me alone."
Su Ruyi entered the kitchen, thinking about what to eat at night.
The family has always had the same meal, but since I started making money, there have been more variety, that is, vegetables and pancakes every day.
Why not steam rice?
But she doesn't know how to do it. She can only use the rice cooker, in the fool mode, and sometimes the rice will be cooked soft or hard.
This big iron pot with firewood...
Can you really cook dry rice? Definitely fuzzy, absolutely.
Or it was steamed across the water. When she ate in the school cafeteria in her previous life, the aunt who cooked rice always steamed the rice in a shallow and generous stainless steel plate, and it was not mushy at all.
There is nothing like that at home, and it is impossible to have it in this era. I don’t know if I can steam it in a wooden basin.
"Third aunt——"
A few children who were playing in the backyard heard that the bad guy was leaving in front of them, so they dared to come to the front yard. They gathered around the subordinate's table to see what grandma was doing. They were beaten hard by grandma, and they were crowded in. The kitchen fan came to see the third aunt.
Su Ruyi looked at their hands and saw that they were all dirty. Children in the countryside like to play with dirt and can play tirelessly all day long.
She fetched a basin of water and handed it to Da Lang: "Da Lang, take your younger brothers and sisters to wash their faces and hands first. Third Aunt will cook for you tonight."
Everyone became excited when they heard that Aunt Three was going to cook tonight.
After a while, the three children shook the water in their hands and rushed into the kitchen. The third aunt was the best cook, and the third aunt was the most generous!
"Third Aunt, are you making noodles today?"
Myolie asked excitedly.
Su Ruyi was surprised: "Noodles? Do you want to eat noodles?"
Zhuang'er said hurriedly: "Last time we went to Grandpa Li's house, you said you would come back and cook it for us!"
They have been wondering when they will do it, is it today?
They want to eat it!
Su Ruyi was stunned for a moment. It turned out that the children took her casual polite words to Carpenter Li two days ago seriously.
"Yes, I will make noodles for everyone today!"
"oh oh--"
The three children cheered.
Squeezing closer to the desk, Zhuang'er and Xing'er had just reached the height of the stove, standing on tiptoes and looking up.
Su Ruyi smiled and said: "Want to see me do it? Go get two small benches and step on them to watch."
The two little guys ran out again to find stools and came in. This time they could finally see.
Su Ruyi dug out two bowls of noodles and added a little less thick noodles into them.
Dissolve a little salt in a bowl of water, then slowly pour it into the flour basin several times, stirring with chopsticks while pouring.
It's ready to use when the powdery flour turns into fluffy form.
This is a very ordinary process, but the children have seen it so little that they just think it is very magical. They all have their mouths open, and exclamations of "Wow" seem to come out at any time, and their eyes are full of bright stars.
Su Ru was pleased to see them supporting her so much.
Said: "You all study hard and you will be able to do it yourself in the future."
Dalang said: "Sister, I have to study hard. I am a girl and I have to do it by myself in the future."
He said, looking at Myolie, and scolded his brother to stop blocking his sister.
Su Ruyi was stunned for a moment.
Yes, this is ancient times.
In this era where men are superior to women and men take charge outside and women take charge inside, entering the kitchen is a woman's business.
But traditions and rules are sometimes meant to be broken.
She smiled and said: "You all must learn hard. Being able to cook is a skill. Once you learn it, it is your own. Also, cooking is not a woman's job alone. When you grow up, you will grow up. You must learn to care for your wives and don't always let them cook in the kitchen, you know?"
Zhuang'er was confused and Dalang was also very surprised.
"Why do you want to cook in the kitchen with your wife?"
Dalang asked, there are no men in the village who cook for themselves...
Unless there is no woman at home, like that bad guy Liu Mazi, he has only himself at home. People in the village say he is pitiful, and no one even cooks for him.
Su Ruyi's eyes were dazed for a moment, and the smile on her face became happy: "Anyway, just remember, love your wife more, and spend more time with her in the kitchen, and your life will get better and better."
Although the children didn't understand it very well, because it was said by the third aunt, they felt that it must be reasonable, and they all nodded obediently.
Su Ruyi had no intention of continuing to explain. The children were too young and would not understand even if she explained it, but she hoped they could remember what she said today.
She kneaded the dough silently, feeling longing welling up in her heart.
She missed her parents.
She has a very good father and mother, and she has always been a very happy person.
After her parents passed away, she always recalled the good times in the past. There were so many good times, too many to count.
After slowly settling in, what impressed her most was those ordinary weekends, when she was writing homework in her room, and the sound of her parents talking and laughing in the kitchen could be heard from the gap in the ajar door. Sometimes the fragrance of the kitchen would flow along. Float in through the crack of the door.
Every time she finished an assignment, she would sneak into the kitchen like a cat. Sometimes her parents would kick her out, and sometimes they would drag her to try the freshly braised meat or steamed buns.
Those memories are always bright, peaceful and warm, full of the flavor of home. Every time I think of them, I feel happy. The original fatigue will be quietly eliminated, and my heart will be filled with strength.
Su Ruyi always felt that although her parents had passed away, their protection for her had not disappeared and would continue to protect her for the rest of her life.
She doesn't cook much, but because of her parents, she has always had a special affection for the kitchen. She feels that it is a small but beautiful place, and it seems that all happiness can be conveyed from those few square meters. Same.
But not all families are like hers. In the Internet age, the Internet is full of all kinds of antagonism between men and women, as well as all kinds of complaints about family misfortune.
Many mothers even don’t want to teach their daughters cooking skills, lest their precious daughters marry into other families and not have to cook for the family across the street.
Many young girls pride themselves on not being able to cook. They feel that cooking has nothing to do with them after they get married, and they must be the one being pampered.
Some girls who like to cook and cook for others have become the targets of criticism, and their faces seem to be labeled "pathetic and pathetic".
Su Ruyi thought it was a bit funny. Wasn't this just a role reversal?
Would it make the family more harmonious if the man went into the kitchen and started complaining and accusing his wife of doing nothing?
In the small space of the kitchen, whether a man or a woman is working alone in there, their significant other is outside waiting for dinner like an uncle, or they are laughing and chatting animatedly with their girlfriends, over time, as long as they are alone, they will accumulate a lot of food. Feeling resentful, it is inevitable that a burst of anger will arise: It would be better not to get married!
When you meet your partner again, they are picky and picky, this one is salty, that one is bland, this one doesn’t like it, that one doesn’t taste good, then you really want to shove a plate in their face.
Times are advancing rapidly, but women are still the ones who bear more family responsibilities, and a woman's first complaint about her significant other should be in the kitchen.
How warm can a home full of women's complaints be?
When Su Ruyi heard that saying - a woman is the Feng Shui of a home, and the kitchen is a woman's Feng Shui treasure -, she really felt it was right.
A woman's mood affects the mood of the family, and the atmosphere in the kitchen affects a woman's mood to the greatest extent.
Many women get very angry when they see this sentence, thinking that this sentence means that women should be stuck in the kitchen all day long and be proud of it.
In fact, when men see that "the more a man dotes on his wife, the more successful he will be," he thinks he is being treated like a bitch.
It's somewhat of a misunderstanding.
Family has always been a matter of two people. When we got married, we agreed to share the daily necessities of life, such as firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, and tea. After we got married, I was the only one around the cooking pot. You took a portion of your salary and said that you had fulfilled your responsibilities. .
But I didn’t marry you because I couldn’t support myself?
It’s not the work that’s tiring in the kitchen, it’s the heart.
I thought I was getting a person who knew, loved and supported each other, but I ended up getting a great man.
The seriousness of the decline in material life is far less than the decline in the spiritual world.
Let your woman live happily every day so that the home will be warm, and the simplest way is to bear the daily necessities of life with her, so that she can truly feel that you are with her and that you are the man she can rely on. , rather than an uncle who needs to be served.
The kitchen is the place where fireworks are produced, and it is also the place that can best enhance feelings.
Similarly, a man does not dote on a woman just to be a licking dog. As long as he is not a masochist, he certainly does not do it to get a douchebag who will create trouble for him.
What he wants is for a woman to respond to his love, give him support, encouragement and recharge, as well as a place of eternal trust, so that he can work hard without any worries.
The essence of marriage should be to seek better material life and spiritual sustenance, rather than to find a scheming enemy to form a battlefield of confrontation, in which both parties end up losing.
