Yang Ruoqing filled two bowls of rice in small wooden bowls. Except for the vegetables with chili peppers, she didn't give them to the two children. She put a little of the vegetables in the other bowls for the children, and mixed the rice with the green vegetable and egg soup in the middle.
"Can children eat this steamed pork?" Ms. Sun asked a little worriedly.
Because she saw that every piece of steamed pork was quite big!
Without waiting for Yang Ruoqing to answer, Yang Huazhong, who had already started his Kuaizi, said: "Be careful, this steamed pork is very soft and glutinous even though it is big. It is just right for the children!"
Yang Ruoqing and Sun both looked at Yang Huazhong, who was chewing on a piece of steamed pork ribs.
It was a piece of ribs, with a bone in the middle, and the meat on both wings fell off in a flash.
The shiny rice grains of steamed pork noodles falling on the head of the rice make people very appetizing at first glance.
Sun and Yang Ruoqing looked at each other and smiled. The last time they saw Yang Huazhong devouring food was probably on the 27th of the twelfth lunar month when Yang Huazhong was taken to the county jail many years ago, right?
It never happened again.
But today, after lunch, I had just finished the banquet, and this night I actually ate without caring about my appearance.
It shows how miserable he was at lunch...
"This gift at noon is really free. Look, no one has enough to eat."
Yang Ruoqing smiled and called to Mrs. Sun: "Mom, sit down and eat too. I'll just feed the two children while I eat."
Mrs. Sun said: "You feed one and I feed the other. We both feed together."
In this way, the mother-in-law was eating and feeding, and Mrs. Sun was filled with emotion, "The food at our house is good for nourishing the stomach. It makes you feel full and satisfied."
Although the banquet at noon looked like a large and colorful table, there was nothing delicious.
After a lap, my stomach was so empty that I didn’t even know what I had eaten.
Even when I gnawed on the chicken nuggets, I felt that the chicken nuggets were different from the chicken nuggets I usually cook at home.
The chicken nuggets look big, but when you bite into them, you'll find a thick layer of chicken skin on top and bones underneath.
It’s not satisfying at all, and it doesn’t satisfy your hunger.
"The food at our house is better, it's so good!" Mrs. Sun couldn't help but said while eating.
Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled, "Tonight, these dishes are all our favorites to go with rice, especially the lentil dish, which is spicy and goes well with rice. I didn't cut the cabbage with a knife, but tore it directly by hand, which feels more delicious. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or not.”
Mrs. Sun said: "That's not a psychological effect, it's true. Your fifth aunt and others also said that."
Yang Huazhong also nodded while eating, and the kuaizi's head scraped and collided in the bowl, making a crisp sound.
Yang Ruoqing smiled, "Dad, there's still a lot of rice in the pot. If it's not enough, please add more!"
Yang Huazhong nodded again, "I'm almost done, so what, I'll bring a bowl of food for your father later."
"Ah? My father is hungry too? Dad, why didn't you bring him over to eat with you earlier?" Yang Ruoqing asked in surprise.
Mrs. Sun also said: "Maybe your father didn't have enough to eat at noon. I was just taking care of the children and didn't take care of that much..."
Yang Huazhong said: "When I came here before, I asked him to come with me. I was just afraid that he would not be full at the lunch banquet."
"As a result, he couldn't live or die, and he wasn't hungry."
"I left alone first. As soon as I reached the door, I remembered what I had left behind, so I shot back and went to his house."
"The old man was eating the mooncakes given to him by everyone two days ago. His mouth was full of crumbs. When I caught him, he was so embarrassed that he almost hid the mooncakes under his wheelchair and crushed them into mooncake mud..."
Yang Ruoqing and Sun were stunned for a moment.
When it was over, both mother and daughter couldn't help laughing.
Sun said: "This old man is definitely hungry, and he can't bear to say it."
Yang Ruoqing said: "My master is also true. Just tell him when you are hungry. There is nothing shameful about this kind of thing. Hi!"
Hiding in the house and eating mooncakes secretly. Those mooncakes are desserts and snacks.
She didn’t know if mooncakes could fill others’ stomachs when they were hungry, but she definitely couldn’t do it herself.
Only white rice and vegetables can satisfy her physically and mentally, not even steamed buns, steamed buns and noodles!
There is no way, who told her to grow up eating white rice. She can't skip a meal. No matter how good the dish is, it will have no soul if it is cooked with white rice.
"I'm going to find the food box right now." Yang Ruoqing quickly put down the bowl in her hand, got up and went to the kitchen next door.
Yang Huazhong ate and drank enough, and carried a food box to deliver food to Lao Yangtou.
In the canteen here, the two children had finished eating and were sitting on their stools playing with the toy mice in their hands.
The little mouse was made by Wang Cuilian. I guess all the children of the villagers had played with it when they were young. Anyway, they used the leftover materials left over from making clothes from various kinds of shoes and sewed them into the shape of a mouse, and then sewed the eyes. Two dripping round black beans.
It's great for playing with children under three years old. Children like this kind of toy, holding it in their hands and chewing it.
What does that feel like?
Well, it’s like cats can’t resist being teased by a cat teaser stick.
So Mrs. Sun doesn't need to forcefully hug them when they are having fun, as that would be bad.
Ms. Sun was standing next to them, while Yang Ruoqing quickly put away the dishes and went to the kitchen to wash pots and dishes.
The small pot on the outside is mainly used for cooking, the large pot on the inside is used for stewing rice, and the earthen pot in the middle contains hot rice soup.
The other two earthen pots were filled with hot water, so Yang Ruoqing scooped two ladles of hot water into the small pot outside, mixed a kind of oil tea powder specially used for dishwashing in it, and stirred it a few times. The water formed a layer of bubbles.
She quickly put all the bowls she had eaten into the small pot to clean. When she was done, she scooped the rice soup into the large pot inside to soak the crispy rice.
These soaked rice dumplings will be packed later and taken home tomorrow morning for Mrs. Sun to feed the chickens.
Because my mother has taken care of her children for the convenience of the past few days, she has food and accommodation here, and there is basically no fire there.
As soon as all this was done, Mrs. Liu's voice sounded outside the kitchen.
"I went to see Third Sister-in-law in the next door yard earlier. Third Brother told you about your business, so I came over here." Mrs. Liu said hello to Mrs. Sun, and after a few pleasantries, she learned that Yang Ruoqing I quickly cleared away the dishes in the kitchen and came to the kitchen immediately.
"Qing'er, what are you packing?" Mrs. Liu said hello, her feet had already entered the kitchen, but her eyes were on the pot table, looking around in the dish cupboards behind the pot table.
As soon as Yang Ruoqing saw her appearance, she guessed a bit of her intentions.
"All the food is finished, only a few pieces of rice cake are left in the big pot of rice soup. I'll save it for feeding the chickens tomorrow morning..."
As a result, Mrs. Liu interrupted her before she could finish her words: "Oh, why do you need such good things to feed chickens? It's such a waste. Give it to me. I'm so hungry!"
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