"Okay, the name Hongmei sounds nice, then I will call you Hongmei from now on." Yang Huamei said with a smile.
Dabai also stood nearby and smiled: "Mom, your name has the character plum in it, and so does my wife's. It seems that we are really destined to be a family!"
Yang Huamei smiled and nodded.
Hongmei also pursed her lips slightly.
The man in the family is just over seven years old and he really can't laugh.
"Let's go eat!" Aunt Dabai came over and interrupted Yang Huamei and Hongmei's conversation.
"Yes, let's go eat."
The group of people arrived at the restaurant Dabai mentioned and found a private room to sit down.
There is no menu in the small restaurant. Customers have to go to the back kitchen and order their own dishes while looking at the list of ingredients on the chopping board.
"I'm going to order." As soon as he sat down, Dabai stood up again.
"I'll go with you."
"I'll take a look too."
Yang Huamei and Aunt Dabai both stood up, and Dabai didn't refuse. The three of them went to the backyard kitchen together.
There was a dazzling array of ingredients in the backyard kitchen, and Dabai ordered several hard dishes in one go, including chicken, duck, and fish.
Yang Huamei was secretly satisfied. Although she felt sorry for the money when the bill was settled later, having this meal on the table also gave her face in front of her eldest sister and brother-in-law.
Aunt Dabai was also secretly happy. After all, her nephew still cared about them as relatives, and there was no ambiguity in ordering the food.
After the dishes were ordered, the shopkeeper asked again: "Do any of the guests have any taboos?"
Yang Huamei and Aunt Dabai both shook their heads wildly.
They farm wives are easy to feed, "Shopkeeper, we have no other requirements, just a little, salty and spicy enough to go with the meal..."
The shopkeeper was about to nod when Dabai suddenly said: "No, shopkeeper, you can't put Sichuan peppercorns in the chicken, put more star anise in the duck, the fish must be steamed, and there can't be a little bit of spicy, the shrimp must be minced with garlic, the head of the shrimp must be All the threads have been removed.”
"By the way, don't make the pork ribs spicy and braised, make them sweet and sour. You can cook the other vegetables by yourself."
The shopkeeper got the order and went to work quickly.
But here, Yang Huamei and Aunt Dabai were dumbfounded.
The farmers like to eat spicy food, especially chicken, duck, fish and shrimp. How can they eat it with chopsticks if there are no ginger, garlic, star anise, and pepper in it?
"Dabai, what are you talking about? Don't you know how your aunt and I taste? The spicier the better! Hurry up and change it back." Yang Huamei patted Dabai on the shoulder and urged him away.
Dabai was unmoved.
Aunt Dabai also said at the side: "Where is the way to eat sugar in the dish? Can you still use chopsticks? There is no need to cut off the shrimp heads. What a waste, just put them in your mouth and chew them all." I don’t know how exciting it is.”
Dabai remained unmoved.
Yang Huamei was a little annoyed. She tightened her strength and pinched Dabai: "What are you doing? Why don't you change it quickly?"
Dabai waved Yang Huamei away and said impatiently: "This is my wife's taste. Why don't you learn to eat it? Every day, you are just like the farmers, salty, spicy, not greasy and crooked?"
Yang Huamei and Aunt Dabai looked at each other, and they both understood.
"My dear nephew, after all this hard work, it turns out that you are ordering for your wife's dish?" Auntie Dabai's words were full of jealousy.
Dabai may have heard it and ignored it, or maybe he didn't hear it. Anyway, he didn't care about the feelings of his mother and aunt in front of him. He waved his hand and said, "Master just died. The suffering that Master has gone through during this period of time is not easy to take care of." When she comes out for a meal, don’t you have to follow her taste?"
Yang Huamei still felt a little uncomfortable, but after hearing this, she still felt it made sense.
"It's hard for you. I've taken all this into consideration, but I was careless..." Yang Huamei said.
Then he looked at Aunt Dabai and said, "Sister, we are our own family, forget it, we will eat what we like next time."
Aunt Dabai said nothing with a sullen face.
Yang Huamei reached out and gently tugged on her sleeve, "Sister..."
Seeing Yang Huamei's begging look, Aunt Dabai didn't want to worry about the taste of the dish any more. Anger filled her stomach and she forced a smile on her face: "You can eat whatever you want, I won't be picky." , Anyway, just go home as soon as you finish eating."
After saying these words, Aunt Dabai turned around and walked out of the kitchen and returned to the front.
Dabai was about to leave, but Yang Huamei grabbed her arm. She whispered: "You, you, I only have your wife in my eyes and heart. Why don't you think of your aunt? She is doing her best for you..."
Dabai originally didn't want to quarrel with Yang Huamei, but when he heard this, he rolled his eyes and asked: "My wife bought me clothes and shoes for four seasons, and rented the shop to me at half price. My aunt always talks about her kindness to me. I treat my master's wife well, does she care?"
Yang Huamei was so angry that she hit Dabai again, "You have to be filial to your wife, I won't stop you, but you have to take your aunt seriously."
Dabai rubbed the painful area and muttered. Apparently, he didn't listen to even a word of Yang Huamei's instructions.
Yang Huamei also knew that it was useless to tell him this. This child was stubborn and had only recognized his own death since he was a child.
"You go to the front, and I will order two more dishes for your aunt and uncle to go with their meal."
Yang Huamei muttered, "How can anyone take off chopsticks when the table is full of sour and sweet food?" It was nice to say that he invited his aunt and uncle to a restaurant, but they all went to his wife.
When Yang Huamei wanted to order more dishes, she didn't stop her. On the contrary, she raised her hands in agreement, "Mom, you can pay the bill later when you finish ordering. When Auntie and the others ask later, they will have to say it was me who paid the bill."
Yang Huamei glared at Dabai, "You are quite shrewd."
Dabai chuckled, "I'm almost going to be the shopkeeper, can I be smarter?"
After Dabai left, Yang Huamei stood there and let out a long sigh.
Sunlight leaked in from the cracks above her head and fell on her feet. Yang Huamei was in a daze for a moment. She didn't know why she was standing here. What was the point of working so hard to do this?
"Guest, the ingredients are all here, what do you think is missing?" The boy next to him reminded him, and Yang Ruoqing just came back to her senses.
She turned sideways and raised her sleeves to wipe the moisture from the corners of her eyes. She turned around again and smiled generously at the boy: "Let's have two more spicy stir-fries, with more shredded pork in them..."
The atmosphere during this meal was quite strange.
Why do you say that?
Because she usually likes to talk the most, Aunt Dabai, who is responsible for livening up the atmosphere, was uncharacteristically silent and did not say more than five sentences during the whole process.
Uncle Dabai drank with Wang Hongquan over the two plates of spicy dishes.
Hongmei sat elegantly, occasionally greeting Yang Huamei.
The busiest person at the table is Baymax.
Peel shrimps, pick fish bones, break chicken legs, pull chicken skin...
"Mother, please eat more. I'll peel the shrimp meat for you."
"Come on, Master, try this, it tastes good, sour and sweet, you like it..."
