Su Qingluan obediently poured a cup of hot water from the room and handed it to Yang, with a dog-legged smile on his face: "Auntie, drink some water and feel better. It's not worth it to get so angry over such a trivial matter." Of course, besides, Dad didn’t mean it..."
"Isn't this a waste of things?" Yang sighed, and finally took the cup of hot water handed over by Su Qingluan, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, sighing, "Our family is living better than in previous years. You are rich, but you can’t waste food like this, or you will be struck by lightning!”
"Yes, yes, Auntie is right!" Su Qingluan nodded in agreement, and took the tea cup from Yang's hand very attentively, "Then the meat is also bought now, and we have no basis for this. It's not someone else's. If the seller is short of money, we can’t return it, right?”
"Isn't that right? You can only eat it as soon as possible while it's still fresh, and salt the rest that can't be eaten. But no matter how much salt you add, it will inevitably turn stinky in the end." Yang said, with thoughts starting to appear in his eyes. A look of regret.
Su Qingluan patted her chest: "Mom, don't worry, my daughter is here, this meat won't be spoiled!"
"Do you have another idea?" Although she was still angry with her husband, Mrs. Yang couldn't help laughing when she saw her eldest daughter swearing so confidently.
"Don't worry, Mom!" Su Qingluan blinked, turned around and left the kitchen, and went to the main room to find Su Guangfu.
There was no one in the main house. Su Qingluan searched around the house and found her father squatting alone next to the vegetable garden in the backyard, silently working on the vine frame.
He was quite a strong man, squatting there like that, looking at his back, he looked a little lonely and pitiful.
Su Qingluan crept close to Su Guangfu's back, and suddenly patted her father's back: "Dad!"
"Yes." Su Guangfu didn't even raise his eyelids, and his hands didn't waver in the air. It was obvious that he was not frightened by his eldest daughter's little prank.
"Daddy, why aren't you surprised at all?" The prank failed, and Su Qingluan was still a little bit disappointed: Did his dad have a pair of eyes behind his back when he was doing work?
"Your footsteps can be heard eight hundred miles away." After a pause, Su Guangfu lowered his voice, with a less obvious tone of caution, "Your mother... is she still angry?"
"Well, I'm very angry." Su Qingluan gestured with her hands to show Yang's "double-knife style" chopping of minced meat, which was a bold gesture, "It's just that grandma vented all her anger on the minced meat."
Su Qingluan didn't know if it was her own illusion. She felt that when she was describing her grandma's state of chopping meat, her father's back shivered slightly.
Is she blinded?
After a while, Su Guangfu sighed imperceptibly and muttered in a low voice: "Your mother hasn't been so angry for a long time."
Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that she had never seen Yang and Su Guangfu angry since she traveled through time. So she was a little curious: "Dad, when was the last time my mother was angry with you?"
"..." Su Guangfu didn't answer, but he lowered his gaze again in an obvious way.
Oh, Su Qingluan understood: It seems that no matter what the reason was for her mother to be angry with her father last time, it was probably her father who made the mistake.
So Su Qingluan decided to lend a helping hand: "Dad, do you want to help my mother calm down as soon as possible?"
When Su Guangfu heard this, he turned around and looked over: "What else are you planning, girl?"
"Hey, how could it be a 'ghost idea'?" Su Qingluan was not happy when he heard this, "Am I helping daddy?"
Su Guangfu looked Su Qingluan up and down several times, and sneered slightly: "Aren't you asking me to put in any effort?"
Su Qingluan: ...Oh, I've been seen through.
When Su Guangfu saw his eldest daughter's expression, he knew he had guessed it right. He couldn't help but shake his head: Although this eldest daughter is quirky, her thoughts are just on her face. Why are she still playing with him here?
In this case, Su Qingluan immediately stopped trying to pull the tiger's skin and pull the flag, put on a very doggy smile on his face, and massaged Su Guangfu's shoulders: "Dad, you have been busy for a long time, shouldn't you take a rest? ? Otherwise, you will get tired easily, and I will feel bad."
Su Guangfu rolled his eyelids: "It seems that they not only ask for my strength, but also have other requirements." With that, he also put down his work and turned around, "After all, I miss you so much." What else did the girl have in mind?"
Su Qingluan stuck out her tongue and whispered: "That's it...the jar of burning knives that daddy brought back before..."
Su Guangfu raised his eyebrows: "Okay, let's burn knives in the altar. I also want to make medicinal wine in winter. You little girl is thinking about it first!"
"Dad, please don't worry about the medicinal wine in winter." Su Qingluan glanced in the direction of the kitchen, "If you don't coax my mother-in-law quickly, there will be no hope of medicinal wine in winter!"
Su Guangfu:...
After a while, Su Qingluan held the jar of burning knives with satisfaction, opened it and smelled it. Suddenly, the strong aroma of wine hit her face, making her eyes even feel hot and painful.
With such strong volatility, it looks like a high-concentration hard liquor poured from a glass!
Su Qingluan felt a little dizzy just by smelling it next to the wine jar. She quickly sealed the wine jar and turned to check the pork she bought.
In the kitchen, Mrs. Yang had probably vented her anger by chopping minced meat, and at this moment, her movements gradually returned to their usual rhythm.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Ms. Yang turned around and saw her eldest daughter surrounding the purchased pork, touching here and poking there.
Mrs. Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Why did the pork offend you? How come you can't get along with them." She glanced at her eldest daughter, who had been looking at the pork like this for about a cup of tea.
Su Qingluan picked up another piece of pork neck meat and said, "Mom, even though I didn't count the pork when I bought it, this pork is very fresh and has not been mixed with water."
Yang laughed when he heard this: "We are all farmers, and we work with these grain and livestock all day long. Even if our family doesn't raise pigs, there are still few pigs raised in the neighboring houses? Your father is not a young master or young lady in that city. How can you not tell whether the pork has been mixed with water?"
Su Qingluan said in her heart that she had forgotten that Su Guangfu was different from those who grew up in the city and had only eaten pork and never seen pigs running!
Thinking of this, she turned to Mrs. Yang and said, "Auntie, let's marinate this extra pork?"
"Pick it? Add salt?" Yang raised his eyebrows and then shook his head, "No, no, I haven't tried adding salt, but in the end, for some reason, the meat always smells rancid, and you will get diarrhea after eating it. Not only that, I don’t know what the problem is.”
