Yesterday, I bought a pair of pig's trotters from the Sun family and three or four pounds of ribs.
The pig's trotters had been simmered for a day and a night. They were already soft and ready to serve as a meal for Old Yangtou.
Half of the ribs were stewed with wild mushrooms and the like. The old couple had a meal last night, and this morning I cooked noodles with the ribs soup for them to eat.
There was still half of the ribs left, so Sun added minced ginger, garlic and chili peppers and braised them together. Then he put some potatoes in it and he and Yang Huazhong ate them.
In addition, Mrs. Sun also picked out one of the jars in the kitchen, opened the mouth of the jar, took out a handful of sauerkraut, washed two handfuls of bean sprouts, cut some chili peppers and stewed it for a bowl of sour and spicy food. The pickled cabbage and bean sprout soup comes.
Yang Huazhong raised his chopsticks, saw the pickled cabbage and bean sprout soup on the small table in front of him, and said, "You still understand me."
Sun smiled tenderly. After being married for decades, she understood him better than herself.
In the same way, he is also the person who understands her best in the world.
"Don't just eat sauerkraut and bean sprouts. Come, have a piece of ribs." Mrs. Sun put a piece of ribs into Yang Huazhong's bowl.
"You eat too." Yang Huazhong said, and the couple was facing each other, grabbing the food.
I don't know if it was because the fragrance of the food wafted into Tan's nose or something else, but they were only halfway through eating when Tan suddenly woke up.
"I'm hungry, I want to eat too!" She said loudly as she sat on the bed, stretched her neck, and took a loud gulp of saliva toward the table.
Both Yang Huazhong and Sun quickly put down their chopsticks. Yang Huazhong came to the bedside to check on Tan's condition, while Sun quickly got Tan's bowl, chopsticks, and food.
"Mom, are you awake? How are you feeling now? You don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, right?" Yang Huazhong asked with a concerned look on his face.
Mrs. Tan ignored Yang Huazhong's inquiry and wrinkled her nose vigorously: "It's so fragrant. What kind of food are they?"
Yang Huazhong turned to look at the table behind him and said, "Potato-roasted pork ribs, pickled cabbage and bean sprout soup."
"This is sour and spicy, I like it!" Tan said happily.
She stretched out her hand as a gesture to get out of bed, and Yang Huazhong quickly supported her: "Mom, just sit on the bed. We will pick up food for you later."
Mrs. Tan patted Yang Huazhong's hand: "Lao San, you silly boy, your mother and I have hands and feet, why should you carry it? Help me over quickly, I want to eat by myself."
Yang Huazhong had no choice but to help Tan sit down at the table. Soon, Sun brought the food and placed it in front of Tan.
"Mom, it's time to eat." She said cautiously.
"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Tan grabbed the chopsticks. Although she was blind, she bumped a little when she put the chopsticks down, but as long as the chopstick head caught the food, she could sense it immediately through the chopstick head.
With one chopstick, he scooped up a large piece of pickled cabbage and bean sprouts into his bowl, and then ate it in big gulps.
"Is this cooked by Qing'er's mother?" Tan asked vaguely while eating.
"My wife cooked it." Mrs. Sun said somewhat uneasily, "Mom, does this taste... do you like it?"
Mrs. Tan was furious before, but now she might be nitpicking. Mrs. Sun's heart was hanging in a knot, and Yang Huazhong was standing aside a little nervous.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Tan not only did not scold, but nodded in a friendly manner: "This tastes not bad, Qing'er, I'm not an old lady, but I prefer you. Among the several daughters-in-law and grandsons of our old Yang family, I can't choose anyone who is good at cooking." Overwhelmed you!"
"Ah?" Mrs. Sun was stunned, and Yang Huazhong was also confused.
Why did my mother suddenly become so easy to talk to?
"If it weren't for your good cooking skills, our old Yang family used to do so many important things, I wouldn't have pushed you out to cook. Look, these ribs are cooked so well, the bones and meat can be cooked with a sizzling sound. It’s opened, it’s top quality, tsk tsk…”
Ms. Tan sat there eating and praising her, and soon she had eaten most of a large bowl of pork ribs with potatoes, and the gnawed meat and bones were piled high on the edge of the bowl.
"Why don't you two eat?" Tan suddenly asked.
Mrs. Sun came back to her senses and said, "Mom, we have both eaten. You can eat."
Mrs. Tan nodded: "By the way, where is your father? Why didn't he come over for dinner?"
"Ah?" Sun was surprised and looked up at Yang Huazhong.
Yang Huazhong also had a look of astonishment on his face. After being beaten like that before, why did it seem like nothing happened after he slept? When did you become more open-minded?
"Is your father going to Lao Jiangtou's place to gossip again? That old man really can't sit still for a moment since he got a wheelchair," Mrs. Tan muttered to herself.
"By the way, Qing'er mother, you can keep these ribs. Later, when your father comes home and heat them up for him, he must still be hungry!"
After Tan finished speaking, she stopped digging her chopsticks into the ribs and potatoes, and started eating pickled cabbage and bean sprouts.
Yang Huazhong and Sun on the side were extremely surprised. Under Sun's look, Yang Huazhong cleared his throat and asked tentatively: "Mom, are you... okay? You don't feel uncomfortable anywhere, right?"
Mrs. Tan looked confused: "Look at me, I can eat and sleep, I'm so comfortable!"
"oops……"
Her hand holding the chopsticks suddenly stopped, "Why is my scalp so hot?"
She put down her chopsticks and raised her hand to touch her head. The next moment she exclaimed: "Oh my God, why is my hair bald? What happened? Where did my hair go?"
Beside them, the expressions of Yang Huazhong and Sun could be described as horror.
"Mom, you, you really don't remember what happened to your hair?" Yang Huazhong summoned up the courage to ask tentatively.
Tan paused in touching his scalp, raised his head, and asked Yang Huazhong with a stern expression: "What's going on? Why is my hair bald?"
"previously……"
"Let me tell you!" Sun said before Yang Huazhong.
"Mom, this is all my fault. I put a piece of kraft paper with mice on it on the table and forgot to take it away. You hit your heart when you couldn't walk, and your head just happened to touch the kraft paper. When you pulled it off, If you accidentally take off a piece of fur, it's all your wife's fault. If you want to blame, just blame your wife..."
Hearing what Sun said, Tan gritted his teeth in anger.
"What can I say about you? I was praising you just now, now I'm going to give you a slap!" Mrs. Tan scolded Mrs. Sun through gritted teeth, as if she hated iron.
Ms. Sun lowered her head and apologized repeatedly.
After all, the sour and spicy taste of pickled cabbage and bean sprouts was too tempting, so Tan cursed a few times and let it go, raised his chopsticks and continued eating.
After she had eaten and drank enough, she climbed into bed and fell asleep again.
Yang Huazhong and Sun cleaned up the dishes and hurriedly ran to Lao Yangtou's room next door and told Lao Yangtou about Tan's abnormality.
After hearing this, Lao Yangtou was also filled with astonishment, and he couldn't come to his senses for a long time.
