Chapter content begins --> "This is the holiday, your third brother and fifth brother each sent two kilograms of pork belly this morning."
"I used sauce to braise four kilograms of meat in one pot, and I'm just waiting for you to eat it!"
Tan said while picking.
Soon, all the lean meat in the pot ended up in the bowl, which was full.
"Come on, Mei'er, eat it while it's hot."
Yang Huamei looked at the black braised pork in the bowl and her mouth watered.
Without saying any polite words to Mr. Tan, he picked up the chopsticks and put them into his mouth.
Mrs. Tan looked on with a smile, her face full of relief.
"time to eat!"
Mrs. Tan shouted towards the door of the east room.
Old Yangtou was sitting at the Eight Immortals table, sorting out the shredded dry tobacco that Bao Suyun had sent some time ago.
Hearing Mrs. Tan's shout, he put away the tobacco without haste.
Over there, Mrs. Tan has already entered the house carrying dishes.
An open ocean bowl filled with a bowl of braised pork.
At a glance, the black meat is still covered with soybeans in the sauce.
In addition, there is a bowl of potatoes that are burnt like mud.
Two bowls of multigrain rice.
Two pairs of chopsticks and a small pot of Shao Knife wine.
"Where's Meier?"
Old Yangtou saw Mr. Tan go over and close the door, then walk to the table and sit down.
Can't help but ask.
Mrs. Tan glanced at Old Yang, and said angrily: "You saw her chasing her away every time, how could you dare to stay here any longer and go back to Old Wang's house to be a filial daughter-in-law?"
After saying that, Mrs. Tan picked up her chopsticks, placed a handful of mashed potatoes on the end of her rice, and started to dig at it.
Lao Yangtou said nothing more and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
I picked up a chopstick and it was fat meat.
Picking up another chopstick, it's still fat.
Old Yangtou was puzzled and started rummaging in the bowl.
Then, he asked Mr. Tan: "Why is this meat not even half thin? What's going on?"
Tan snorted: "I ate it secretly, please kill me!"
Old Yang was so angry that he slapped his chopsticks on the table: "I'm asking you something, can you please speak properly?"
Mrs. Tan raised her eyebrows and said, "Give it to Mei'er to eat."
"ah?"
Old Yang was surprised.
"How can she eat so much?" he asked.
Mrs. Tan said angrily: "The more meat, the merrier, what's not to eat? Besides, our Mei'er is growing taller!"
"What?"
Old Yang was stunned.
He raised his hand and pointed to the door: "With her body, how tall is she? It's not good to be too fat, and it's not good for her body either!"
Old Yangtou said.
"Last time I came back from the restaurant, my stomach was full."
"Have you forgotten Dr. Yihechun's advice?"
"He said that Mei'er needs to lose some weight. If she gets fatter, something will happen to her..."
"Snapped!"
Mrs. Tan also slammed her chopsticks on the table.
"It's a blessing to be able to eat. Our daughter has never eaten anything good since she was a child." Mrs. Tan said with red eyes.
"A family like ours is not like a landowner or an old wealthy family who feeds his daughter with ginseng and bird's nest."
"In a family like ours, if the daughter is exhausted, she will just eat some fish, meat, chicken, duck or something like that."
"Are you a father like this? Do you think your daughter is fat? Are you still the biological father?" Tan asked repeatedly.
When Old Yangtou saw this, he knew that if he tried to reason with Tan, she would not listen.
Sighing, he picked up his chopsticks and ate in silence.
Mrs. Tan wiped away her tears a few more times, complained a lot, and then picked up her rice bowl to eat.
Fatty meat doesn’t taste good, and potatoes have no oil.
Lao Yangtou chewed very boringly.
The old woman used to be a good cook, but since the third daughter-in-law came in, she hasn't held a spoon in more than ten years.
This cooking skill has plummeted now.
Old Yangtou ate a few hastily, drank two sips of wine, threw away the bowl and chopsticks and ran out the door.
Over there with Lao Wang’s family.
Wang Hongquan and Wang Shuanzi came back from burning incense on the mountain and saw Shuanzi's mother working alone in the kitchen.
Washing vegetables, chopping vegetables and stuffing firewood, the woman was as busy as a spinning top.
Shuanzi felt sorry for his mother and asked her: "Where is Yang Huamei? Before going up the mountain, didn't I tell her to stay at home and help my mother cook?"
Mother Shuanzi smiled lovingly at Wang Shuanzi.
"You don't need her help. As long as she is happy and good with you, mother will be satisfied."
Wang Shuanzi remained silent.
In other families, when a daughter-in-law comes back, she gives birth to a baby and helps her mother share the housework.
But he himself married an ancestral Bodhisattva and came back to support him.
Wang Shuanzi was annoyed.
"Where did she go to play?" he asked.
Shuanzi Niang was startled for a moment: "I'm afraid she went back to her parents' house."
Wang Shuanzi turned around and left the kitchen. Mother Shuanzi asked, "Shuanzi, where are you going?"
"Come to her house and help mother cook."
"Shuanzi, don't go, don't go..."
Mother Shuanzi came over and held Wang Shuanzi.
"Your mother-in-law doesn't want to see you. If you go, you'll be scolded, so just stay at home!" Shuanzi's mother said.
Wang Shuanzi also hesitated.
When he returned home after three dynasties, his father-in-law treated him well.
But his mother-in-law, Tan, didn't even look at him.
He took the initiative to greet her, but she turned her face away and muttered that he was 'ugly'.
"Mom, let me help you stuff the firewood."
Wang Shuanzi said, returned to the kitchen, sat at the door of the kitchen and helped Shuanzi's mother cook and put on the fire.
When the rice was almost ready, Yang Huamei came back.
Burping and humming a little tune.
As soon as I entered the yard, I poked my head towards the kitchen.
"Mom, I'm back. Is the rice ready?" she asked right away.
Shuanzi's mother said hurriedly: "It's cooked. I was about to send Shuanzi to call your family for dinner!"
"Huh? Shuanzi is back? Where is he?"
Yang Huamei asked, turning her neckless neck to look around.
"Don't look around, I'm here."
Wang Shuanzi stood up from the kitchen door with a dark face.
Yang Huamei grinned at Wang Shuanzi: "What are you doing? I can't even see you hiding at the kitchen door!"
Wang Shuanzi's face turned even darker.
He was about to scold Yang Huamei for not doing his job properly and playing around wildly.
Shuanzi Niang shouted: "Mei'er, go and tell your father-in-law that it's time to set the table for dinner!"
"Eat? OK, I happen to be hungry!"
Yang Huamei responded, waving her hands and running happily to the main room.
He was still shouting excitedly to Wang Hongquan: "Dad, set the table, set the table, let's have dinner, let's have dinner..."
He looked at his wife's mental state.
Shuanzi Niang was both angry and funny.
She turned around and sighed.
"Compared to those shrewd wives who are full of bad ideas, Mei'er is pretty good. She's just like a child and can be easily dismissed."
Mother Shuanzi said while holding the chopsticks and bowl.
"But sometimes when I look at her young look, I feel worried."
"Your father and I are both alive now, so it's okay to protect you."
"In the future, we will close our eyes and kick our feet, and we will interact with each other, at home and outside, how can we deal with it?"
Wang Shuanzi was speechless after listening to his mother's words.
Who says it’s not the case? Is such a daughter-in-law still considered a daughter-in-law?
The food was quickly placed on the table.
Because of the festival, Ms. Shuan Zi also weighed two pounds of pork belly for cooking and as a toothpaste for the family.
Mother Shuanzi stayed in the kitchen and hasn't come over yet.
Wang Shuanzi brought the meal to the table, and Wang Hongquan sat at the head of the table and poured wine.
Yang Huamei sat opposite him, with her pair of chopsticks already thrust into the meat bowl.
Choose only the lean meat to eat. End of chapter content -->
