Mrs. Sun said: "Your sister-in-law is here now and is in your grandma's room."
"Your mother didn't make wild garlic cakes. Ask me to bring you another bowl, saying that your sister-in-law likes the wild garlic cakes I made." Mrs. Sun said.
Yang Ruoqing put down the fire stick in her hand and stood up.
"Mom, the big bowl just now is enough for my mother and sister-in-law. My father and the craftsmen ate at our place at noon."
"Besides, eating wild garlic cakes on March 3rd is just for a taste of something fresh during the festival. It's not that you have to endure it until death. I won't allow you to give it to me again!"
Yang Ruoqing's tone was extremely firm.
Sun was a little embarrassed.
"But, your breasts have spoken..."
"My breasts are open and full of mouth!" Yang Ruoqing said.
"I'll just give you a sea of bowls. If I really want to satisfy my aunt's appetite, even this big pot won't be enough!" she said.
Mrs. Sun said: "Okay, then I won't give it away. Then you will start to criticize me later..."
Yang Ruoqing directly interrupted Sun's words: "If she dares to scold her, she won't give me anything to eat or drink from now on. Giving is out of affection, not out of duty, and she's even complaining!"
Front yard, east room.
Mrs. Tan closed the door and pushed a bowl full of wild garlic cakes on the table in front of Yang Huamei.
"It's just out of the pot, your third sister-in-law's cooking, eat it while it's hot!" said Tan.
Yang Huamei's mouth watered just by smelling the fragrance.
Before Tan finished speaking, she grabbed one with one hand.
One bite on the left, one on the right.
The oil from the bacon overflowed and filled your mouth. The cake was soft and waxy, the bacon was crispy, the dried tofu was smooth, and the fragrance of wild garlic was blended into it.
Yang Huamei was grunting while eating, her mouth was full of oil, and she finished the two in her hand in three or five mouthfuls.
He reached out again, grabbed two more, and then devoured them.
Mr. Tan sat aside, his face full of relief.
But a little distressed.
"Daughter, your plate is too small for your face. Is it because Lao Wang's family doesn't give you enough to eat?" Ms. Tan asked.
Yang Huamei's cheeks were so full that they were about to burst, and she said vaguely: "No, it's just to make you full. It's just that their food doesn't have enough oil and water, so the meat is gone."
"Oh..." Tan nodded.
"Is it still Ms. Shuanzi who cooks?" she then asked.
Yang Huamei nodded: "Ms. Shuanzi puts the pot on the stove and puts it on the stove. She cooks very quickly."
Tan was secretly happy.
My daughter is lucky enough to marry and become a daughter-in-law, and she doesn't have to go to the kitchen to play around.
But on second thought, Tan was conflicted again.
"The power of holding the spoon is not in your hands. You can't decide what you want to eat. It won't be a problem for a long time!" Mrs. Tan pondered.
Yang Huamei agreed with this and nodded repeatedly.
"That's right, sometimes I don't like porridge at night and want to eat poached eggs."
"Ms. Shuanzi said that the eggs are gone and we have to wait until the hen lays them the next day."
"I don't believe it. I went to the kitchen to look for it, but I don't know where she hid it." Yang Huamei said angrily.
"When I asked her to put the lard on the cabbage, she said I would put it aside."
"But when I tasted it in my mouth, it didn't taste like lard at all. You're fooling me!" Yang Huamei said.
Tan nodded.
"Mei'er, when you go back this time, please be nice and talk sweetly to make Mother Shuanzi happy."
"Let her give you the power of the spatula again."
"No, no, no." Yang Huamei shook her head like a rattle.
"It's too tiring to serve the whole family, so I won't do it," she said.
Tan said: "They have a small family, only four."
"You hold the spoon and let Ms. Shuanzi stuff the firewood for you."
"From now on, you can cook according to your own taste. How great is that!" said Tan.
Yang Huamei tilted her head, feeling a little moved.
"Okay, then I'll try it when I go back this time. As long as I take charge of the spoon, I can cook whatever I want to eat from now on!" Yang Huamei said.
"But Mei'er, you don't know how to stir-fry yet," said Tan.
"Don't be afraid, mother, please teach me!"
"Oh, okay, okay, as long as I, Merle, am willing to learn, my mother will be happy to teach!"
In the time it took for the mother and daughter to talk, a bowl of wild garlic cakes was consumed.
Mrs. Tan didn't know what it tasted like, but it all went into Yang Huamei's stomach.
"It's gone so soon? Hey, I just touched the gap between my teeth!"
Yang Huamei curled her lips, looking like she still had something to say.
Mrs. Tan said: "It's okay. I'll tell your third sister-in-law to bring another bowl later. I'll have it later."
Mother and daughter sat and chatted, and Mrs. Tan took out the red dates that Bao Suyun had sent a few days ago and gave them to Yang Huamei.
I scooped out caramel and made a bowl of brown sugar water that was so sweet that it was cloying for Yang Huamei to drink.
I vomited date kernels all over the floor, drank three bowls of brown sugar water, and didn't see any wild garlic cake from Mrs. Sun.
"Mom, didn't you say that the third sister-in-law wants to send more gifts?" Yang Huamei asked.
"I'm getting hungry again from waiting, why haven't I seen her come yet?"
Hearing Yang Huamei ask, Tan was also a little surprised.
"Why don't you come?"
With surprise, Mrs. Tan opened the door and poked her head out into the yard.
There wasn't a single ghost outside.
"It's strange. I've already opened my mouth. Does she dare to come?" Tan said to herself.
Yang Huamei curled her lips: "It must have been Fatty Fatty who stopped me from letting Third Sister-in-law come over."
Tan said: "It's possible!"
"Mom, what should I do? I'm not full yet..." Yang Huamei asked, stroking her belly.
Tan was also in trouble.
"If it's the other rooms, I'll take you to get them. But these three rooms... you're not easy to mess with!" said Tan.
Yang Huamei was also very depressed.
"I don't care. Anyway, I finally went back to my parents' house today, and I just want to eat wild garlic cakes!"
Yang Huamei sat there, banging the table and yelling.
Mrs. Tan quickly came over to coax her.
"My dear Mei'er, don't cry. The third wife is gone, as are your eldest sister-in-law and fourth sister-in-law."
"I saw them picking wild garlic this morning. I might send it to them later," said Tan.
Sure enough, not long after, Jin came over.
He was holding a bowl in his hand, and there was a ball of black stuff in the bowl. As soon as he walked in the door, he smelled a burnt smell.
"Ouch, what is this?"
Tan asked with a frown.
Jin was a little embarrassed, gesticulating and screaming.
"Mom, my sister-in-law said, this is wild garlic cake." Yang Huamei translated from the side.
Mrs. Tan picked up one and put it in front of her eyes.
Sure enough, I saw a piece of wild garlic that was thicker than grass.
"It's true!" Tan shook his head and couldn't bear to look directly.
Yang Huamei picked up one and took a bite. Before chewing it a few times, she quickly spit it out.
"Oh my god, it tastes so bad!"
Yang Huamei said.
After the wild garlic cake made by the third sister-in-law before, what this sister-in-law made is simply...
Mr. Tan also tasted it and vomited it.
She glared at Mr. Jin angrily: "What do you mean? Are you trying to fool me with some sticky pans?"
Jin looked panicked.
Tan pushed Jin away and rushed out of the house with her little feet glaring.
She arrived at the upper room kitchen in one breath, which was the kitchen room of the old Yang family in the past, but now it belongs to the main room.
