The brother named Liu came to Fu Qu to do something, and when he heard his voice, he reluctantly gave up the opportunity to meet the beauty.
Shen Lianqing did not turn around to pay attention to them. She and Ji Qu were neighbors, and there would be many opportunities to meet in the future.
After slamming the door shut, she turned to Ji Maung and ordered him, "I'm hungry, go cook quickly."
Ji Mao lowered his head and stared at her fingers on his arm.
"Oh, I forgot." She pinched him of course, then let him go to the stove.
Her strength was quite strong, and Ji Mao felt that his arm must be red and swollen. He lowered his eyebrows and walked to the stove to light up the fire to cook. He washed and chopped vegetables, put firewood in the hot pot and stir-fried, all in one smooth motion.
It didn't take long for the aroma of food to float out from the other end. Shen Lianqing took his own bowls and chopsticks and sat down at the table beside him, waiting for Ji Mao to serve the dishes.
Their table is an antique and has been used for more than ten years. It has a dark layer on it. Shen Lianqing was disgusted and asked Ji Rong to find a rag to cover it as a tablecloth. Out of sight, out of mind.
Ji Mao cooked fried bacon with garlic sprouts and fried eggs with leeks, and also made a pimple soup. It smelled very fragrant. The dishes were put on the table on a plate. Shen Lianqing took a look, and it looked good.
Leeks and eggs are yellow and green, bacon and garlic sprouts are red and green, and pimple soup is green onions and white!
He is truly an artist in the kitchen!
She was very hungry as soon as she saw it, and her son didn't cry out. Ji Mao, who was cooking, acted as if he was invisible and didn't see him. He poured the rice and opened his chopsticks.
Ji Mao stood aside and looked at her silently.
Shen Lianqing held chopsticks between her index and middle fingers, and was about to pick up vegetables when she saw him looking like this and became very angry, "What? What's your look? Your eldest brother has gone, and now your sister-in-law, I am the head of the family." Can’t you use the chopsticks first?!”
Ji Mao lowered his head and remained silent for three minutes, "No."
"No?" Shen Lianqing held the bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other. She occupied most of the table with her legs spread apart. She was very domineering. She let out a long snort and said, "Why don't you just go and call Dabao to come out? You can sit across from me." eat!"
Originally, there was only one end of the table except hers, but Shen Lianqing's tone was very flattering, as if this dish she cooked, this table was hers, and she let them sit down was a gift.
"Um."
Ji Mao silently walked away to the room, patted the sleeping Ji Dabao awake, and carried him out by his collar. Ji Dabao was still carrying him, looking confused.
He stared at his two chubby little legs in mid-air and struggled hard, "Uncle, uncle, please let me down, I can walk on my own."
Ji Mao turned a deaf ear.
Ji Dabao was carried in an indistinct manner, wilting, his hands and legs hanging in his clothes, his head drooped in despair.
When he went to the yard and smelled the fragrant food, his mouth watered, he was no longer out of breath, and he felt energetic.
Especially when he saw his mother taking a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of meat, her pale face stuffed with bulges, Ji Dabao's eyes lit up and he waved his hands and feet, "Mother, mother."
Shen Lianqing turned her head, frowned, and moved her cheeks. Brat, didn't you see she was eating? What was he shouting? Can she respond to him?
Ji Mao carried Ji Dabao to the stove to get the bowls and chopsticks. Ji Dabao kept turning his head and looking at his mother. Just as Ji Mao was about to put him down, his clothes, which were not of very good quality, couldn't bear his weight and burst apart. Ji Dabao fell to the ground with a plop.
He fell to the ground and Ji Dabao burst into tears, "Wow, mother——"
Ji Mao stood aside and looked at him silently with lowered eyes.
Shen Lianqing swallowed the last mouthful of rice and cursed directly, "If you fall, you will fall. Are your legs and feet disabled? Can't you get up on your own?"
When she was a child, she would jump up and down, go fishing in the river, climb trees to catch birds, and her mother would often beat her up. When the thin bamboo whip fell on her body, she would not even cry out in pain, she was very brave!
"All right."
Ji Dabao, who wanted his mother to pick him up, kiss him, hug him and lift him up, felt aggrieved and climbed up on his own. He pursed his lips and went to pick up the bowls and chopsticks that his uncle gave him, and said politely, "Thank you."
Several people had enough to eat and drink.
Ji Mao took the initiative to put away the dishes and chopsticks. When he passed by Shen Lianqing, he lowered his eyebrows and called out, "Sister-in-law."
"What's the matter?"
Shen Lianqing stretched out her slender straight legs and asked Ji Dabao to squat aside and beat her legs with a lazy expression.
Ji Mao told her his plan, which probably meant that he had work to do and could not stay at home to take care of the mother and son for a long time, so he hoped that Ji Dabao would learn to cook quickly during this period so as not to starve to death.
"Okay, okay." Shen Lianqing agreed. It wasn't her who did it anyway, so of course she didn't care what he said.
Ji Dabao beat his mother's legs with two meaty fists. Hearing their words, his eyes widened, "You want me to do that?"
Ji Mao and Shen Lianqing looked at him at the same time, seeming to say, otherwise?
"But...but I'm only eight years old."
Shen Lianqing rarely sighed, "Yes, you are only eight years old..."
Ji Dabao nodded, so let's change someone, but who should we change? His mother? Forget it, just think about it, no, it’s not good to think about it either.
uncle?
He has to go to work, no, then...
He thought about it and thought of Uncle Fu Qu, a scholar next door. His father fell down at home a few years ago. He remembered that Uncle Fu Qu was not around. It was his father who helped with money and effort, and Uncle Fu Qu gave him a good meal to thank him.
Every time she saw them, they were polite, but every time her mother saw him, her nose was not straight, and she always ordered him to do things.
Uncle Fu Qu was also good-tempered and smiled and let her order her, especially since he was so good at cooking food that was so delicious that he could swallow it with his tongue.
However, Uncle Fu Qu also has to go to school and cannot help their family cook.
Ji Dabao frowned, so he really wanted him to cook by himself?
"mother……"
Shen Qingxian glanced at him, "Do you want your mother to cook it for you?"
"No no no."
Although Ji Dabao is only eight years old, he is already able to weigh the pros and cons and distinguish who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked. His mother is a very lethal person, how dare he even think about it.
If he really said that, he felt that he would definitely get a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots, but not.
Besides, considering his mother's level, he wouldn't dare to eat even if she cooked. He was afraid that he would be poisoned before he was full.
In the end, after thinking so much and without any discussion, Ji Dabao agreed with a grimace, "I'll learn."
"So good." Shen Lianqing rubbed his head in reward.
Ji Dabao's face turned red and he beat his hands rapidly. He was just a child beating his legs without emotion! He vowed that he would work hard to become a famous chef in the future!
The yard is so kind to mothers and filial piety for the time being.
