Ms. Liu ran out of the bedroom holding the half-eaten watermelon and went to defend her territory.
Wang Cuilian was frightened by Liu's reaction and looked confused.
Yang Ruoqing finished the last bite of watermelon leisurely, then got up and went to the bathroom, and said to Wang Cuilian, "It's okay, the fourth aunt is so impatient."
"Haha..." Wang Cuilian came back to her senses and smiled awkwardly.
His eyes followed Yang Ruoqing's figure again: "Qing'er, your mother specifically asked me to tell you this. She burned the beef shank she braised last time. It's your favorite. She told you to come over."
Yang Ruoqing nodded happily, "Okay, then I'll wash my hands and go there. Auntie, when you eat at home at night, don't fool around. Just eat what you should, and don't wrong yourself."
You can't blame Yang Ruoqing for mentioning it deliberately, because it would be impossible not to mention it.
When she and Luo Fengtang were not at home, the three elders in the family ate simply and casually.
Tuoba Xian never eats dinner much, sometimes she just eats a few snacks in the house.
So Wang Cuilian and Luo Tiejiang just made some cornmeal batter when they ate, put some wild vegetables and salt in it to enhance the flavor, and then dismissed it.
Boil some noodles, stir-fry leftover rice or something, it’s already considered a grand occasion.
Even though the family's current life has undergone earth-shaking changes, they have always maintained the living habits they had when they were poor.
When the children are at home, they will try their best to make delicious food to whet their appetites, but for themselves, they will remain as simple as ever.
Yang Ruoqing's reminder made Wang Cuilian feel warm in her heart.
But she still said truthfully: "We were too full after eating at noon, so we ate some cornmeal batter to scrape the fat at night."
"Auntie, what should I do with the remaining half of the bowl of braised chicken?"
"I'll put it in the basket and put it in the well to chill. We can eat it together at noon tomorrow."
Yang Ruoqing knew this was the arrangement.
She put some spices on her hands, and at the same time turned her head towards Wang Cuilian and said with a smile: "It's not suitable to eat food that has been left overnight in these dog days. Auntie, listen to me, cook some rice at night, and my uncle and I will heat up the food." Eat it, okay?"
"It's just the two of us, that's too luxurious..."
Yang Ruoqing became serious and said, "Auntie, that's nothing. Just listen to me so that I can go to my parents' house to eat soy beef with peace of mind. Otherwise, I will feel uneasy eating soy beef in my mouth."
When Wang Cuilian heard this, she was startled for a moment, and then her eyes turned red.
She quickly turned sideways, pretending to help Yang Ruoqing get the wiping handkerchief, and quietly wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes.
Then he turned around and resumed his usual loving smile, "Okay, let's not put it aside then. It's hot at night and I'll make some wine for your uncle."
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, took the handkerchief from Wang Cuilian, wiped her hands, and went to her parents' house happily.
The Luo family had dinner in the small dining hall next to the kitchen.
Blacksmith Luo couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw on the small table not only the braised chicken left over from lunch, but also two stir-fried dishes.
"The kids aren't eating at home, so why are we eating so well? Isn't this a waste of food!"
Wang Cuilian brought the wine pot and wine cup over, put them in front of Blacksmith Luo, and said with a smile: "I said to eat corn paste, but Qing'er didn't agree, and she was so impatient with me, I couldn't do anything."
"Huh? Is that so?"
Blacksmith Luo looked at the food in front of him again, and then grinned.
Just as the old couple raised their chopsticks, Yang Ruoqing's voice came from outside the kitchen through a courtyard wall.
Wang Cuilian put down her chopsticks and said, "It's Qing'er who's calling. Let me take a look."
"Go quickly, go quickly." Blacksmith Luo urged.
Wang Cuilian responded loudly and hurriedly left the kitchen.
After a while, Wang Cuilian came back with a rice bowl in her hand.
"What's going on?" Blacksmith Luo asked her.
Wang Cuilian put the bowl on the table. It turned out to be a bowl of beef tendon meat cooked with potatoes. The potatoes were burnt until they were brown, and a layer of chili powder was sprinkled on the outside.
The beef is the kind of 'money shank meat', and it can be seen that it is Sun's handiwork. Each piece is cut into large pieces, with moderate thickness and uniform meat texture. The transparent fascia in the middle is like a criss-crossing river.
This kind of beef tendon meat has the best taste. It doesn't feel bad at all when you eat it. It's soft and chewy. The ginger, chili and various aniseed ingredients further sublimate the taste. As soon as you put it on the table, the explosive aroma will come out. It went straight into Blacksmith Luo's nose.
"It tastes so good. I won't be able to tolerate such good beef if I don't drink five cups tonight!"
Wang Cuilian smiled, "No more than three cups."
"How satisfying is three cups? Five cups!"
"Three Cups was specially told by Qing'er just now, saying that San Cup is good for sleeping. If she asks later, I won't hide it for you."
"Huh? Is that so?"
Blacksmith Luo held the wine flask with a troubled look on his face.
Wang Cuilian covered her mouth and smiled secretly.
Blacksmith Luo raised his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Okay, three cups will be three cups."
Although his tone was helpless, when he was drinking, he was smacking his lips, looking intoxicated and contented, as if he was an old man who was satisfied with his life and his children.
The same is true for Wang Cuilian. The old couple made homely preparations and ate delicious meals by the light on the table, waiting for the return of their children at night. Such a small life was really pleasant and pleasant.
Compared with the comfort and satisfaction of the Luo family, the Yang Huazhong family across the wall has a different scene.
In the guest room in the front yard, Ms. Liu sat with her legs crossed, nibbling on melon seeds, and looking at Xiao Hei up and down.
Xiao Hei had been flattering Lao Yangtou at first, but Liu suddenly came in, making him a little uncomfortable.
"Xiao Hei, you came here specifically to eat chicken, right?" Ms. Liu asked with a smile.
Xiao Hei shook his head and said seriously: "No, I came here to visit my grandpa. I miss my grandpa."
Old Yangtou heard this again and nodded happily.
"Listen, my eldest grandson is so sensible. He also knows how to miss you. He is much more useful than your cousins. Your cousin Qing will quarrel with me when he sees me. If you don't make me mad, you are being polite." Yang Tou patted Xiao Hei's hand and said.
Xiao Hei grinned.
On the side, Ms. Liu rolled her eyes.
"This kind of lie is just to fool a three-year-old child. Why do you really believe it, dad? You don't know what this kid is..."
"What does it have to do with you whether I believe it or not?"
Mr. Liu was roughly interrupted by Old Yangtou just halfway through his words.
Old Yangtou held Xiao Hei's hand tightly, and then reprimanded Mrs. Liu: "No matter if it's the truth or a lie, at least Xiao Hei is willing to say it to make me, a bad old man, happy, and that's enough. What about you? You put it I looked at him being locked up and disciplined, thinking that it would be okay if he was given food and drink? Is he the most filial son and virtuous grandson in the world? Shit!"
Mrs. Liu didn't expect that just after saying a few words to Xiao Hei, she would receive such fierce defense and rebuttal from Old Yangtou. She couldn't sit still anymore and was so shocked that she put down her legs and stood up.
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