Yang Huamei set aside two or three days for herself. She believed that she would be able to completely suppress the flames of her daughter-in-law Hongmei within this time!
Cao Bamei came over to deliver lunch to Mrs. Tan.
She was carrying a three-story insulated food box made of baked red lacquered wood. The lid and handle were engraved with patterns, and there were several eye-catching words "Tianxianglou" on the box.
Yes, this is what Yang Yongjin brought back from the restaurant. The restaurant not only provides dine-in, but also supports takeout service in autumn and winter.
This kind of food box is standard. Of course, if you want to take it out, you need to pay a certain deposit for the food box.
Because this food box is made of exquisite materials and cleverly designed, its thermal insulation performance far exceeds other food boxes of this era.
"Why did you send this here today? Where's the red embroidery?" asked Tan.
These days, Cao Bamei's second daughter often comes to embroider red flowers as gifts. That girl is lively and courageous. She waits by the side when Tan is eating, and sometimes the old and the young can chat for a while. .
"That girl and her little sisters made an appointment to go pick mushrooms in the mountains. It rained a few days ago."
In the mountains after a rain, clusters of wild mushrooms poked their heads out from under the dead leaves and between the cracks in the stones.
They are clustered together like condensed small umbrellas. The big ones can probably fit into the palm of an adult's hand.
The smallest ones are like buttons. Regardless of whether they are big or small, they taste extremely delicious when used for cooking.
No matter whether it is stir-fried with leeks, cress or the like, or made into soup with eggs, it is the favorite of the whole family.
"It's good to pick mushrooms. If you pick too much later, give it to your aunt. She likes to eat wild mushrooms the most." Mrs. Tan added.
Cao Bamei smiled, neither saying it was even or uneven.
"It depends on your luck when picking mushrooms. Last time, the girl went into the mountains to pick mushrooms. Her clothes were torn by the branches while walking over the mountains and ridges. She was so tired that she only picked up less than half a bowl."
Tan is a human spirit, how could he not hear Cao Bamei's inner displeasure?
She glanced at Cao Bamei, "I know you feel sorry for your daughter's trouble in picking mushrooms. Didn't I have a condition for what I said before? If you pick a lot, you should spread it evenly. If you don't pick a lot, then you definitely don't need to spread it evenly."
"Also, even if it's even, I can't ask you to give it to Bai Yun. I'll give it as much as it costs."
Cao Bamei's thoughts were exposed by Tan's words, and she looked a little confused.
"Nai, why do you still need to pay for some mushrooms? Aren't you looking down on us? We don't lack those few bucks either." Cao Bamei said as she opened the food box she brought and took out a plate from it. A plate of steaming hot dishes.
"Nai, let's not talk about that for now. Let's eat and eat. Today I'm cooking all your favorite dishes."
A plate of soft tofu fried in lard until golden brown on both sides, sprinkled with green and red chili peppers, it is a hot meal.
There is also a bowl of sauce-red, circle-shaped loach fried in oil, also wrapped in soy sauce and chili powder.
The kind that can be masturbated to the end in one go, Tan’s favorite.
In addition, there is a plate of peas, a plate of sauerkraut, soft white rice, and a cornmeal bun...
All the wrinkles on Tan's face relaxed. The delicious food made her happy and made her feel that living in this world was quite interesting.
The delicious food in front of her made most of Tan's anger dissipate.
In particular, Cao Bamei also said: "Nai, if there are mushrooms tonight, I will give you a bowl of mushroom egg soup. Do you always like to cook noodles, or rice with soup?"
Mrs. Tan said without hesitation: "Of course it's soup rice. People here love whole rice. Any delicious dish has to be accompanied by rice to be perfect. Hula, noodles and steamed buns, that's what people from the north have to say." The way you eat it is what Qing’er’s mother-in-law, Mrs. Tuoba, eats, and we can’t eat it!”
When Mrs. Tan picked up the chopsticks, her two thin lips spoke a lot of dietary opinions. No matter how reasonable they were, in Cao Bamei's view, the previous discussion about uniform mushrooms was also what the Wang family said. Things should have turned over by now.
Cao Bamei secretly breathed a sigh of relief, waited for Tan to finish, poured her another bowl of tea, and then left.
On the other side, Yang Huamei made a comeback and came to the new house aggressively.
I found that the courtyard door had been opened, and there was still no smoke coming from the chimney. However, there was movement in the main room.
Yang Huamei rushed into the main room in three steps.
The scene in front of me was that the cradle was placed beside the table in the main room, and the child was lying in it, not knowing whether he was awake or asleep.
Hongmei was sitting on the edge, tearing up the steamed buns in her hands and putting them into the porridge bowl next to her.
In addition to porridge and steamed buns, there was also a plate of scrambled eggs with green pepper and a plate of salt-baked shrimps.
The pink and tender shrimp flesh looked very fresh at first glance. Yang Huamei suddenly thought of the two kilograms of large river shrimp kept in the bucket in the kitchen of Xinzhaizi.
Dabai bought it before he went to town. At that time, he said that when he bought it, mom, you could cook it, but he didn't expect that all the red plums were peeled and boiled before he even took a bite.
"You bastard, my eldest grandson hasn't slept yet. You don't hug or rock him, you just eat and drink with your broken mouth!"
Hongmei raised her eyelids and glanced at Yang Huamei, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Mom, when you saw it, I just put the child in the cradle, but you couldn't see it when I held her."
"Besides, who doesn't live for the three-inch hole under their nose? Mom, don't you do the same?"
"Stop talking to me!" Yang Huamei waved her hand and pointed at the plate with shrimps, "I'm just asking you, these shrimps are well raised, how did you cook them?"
Hongmei pretended to be surprised and asked Yang Huamei: "Aren't these shrimps just for eating? Are they meant to be raised and worshiped like ancestors?"
Yang Huamei stamped her feet in anger.
Is that what I meant?
Hongmei tilted her head and smiled with a triumphant look on her face.
There was a thin and long black line at the corner of the upper eye slightly upward. Yang Huamei recognized that line as eyeliner.
Yang Huamei took a few steps closer and saw that Hongmei not only had eyeliner on the corners of her eyes, but also color in the gap between the double eyelids above her eyelids.
Yang Huamei has seen a few nieces get married and knows that this is called eye shadow. Nowadays, it is popular for young girls and young wives to dress up like this. Unlike their time, it was good to put a few powders on the face to make the face look less sallow. La!
"My son wants to be filial to me when he buys prawns, so that I, the old lady, can cook and eat." Yang Huamei pointed at the bowl of shrimps with an angry look on her face.
"You lazy woman, you steal my shrimps and dress yourself up to look seductive when the man is not at home. Do you want to seduce some man after you have had enough to eat and drink? You are shameless, bah!"
Yang Huamei spat at Hongmei's feet.
Only then did she realize that Hongmei was wearing a pair of brand new embroidered shoes with two red flowers embroidered on the upper.
Flowers are just like people, they are all charming and kitsch!
