In the morning it was just fine snowflakes, but in the afternoon it started to snow heavily.
Jiang Yue lit a small stove, closed the door and braised pig head meat in the main room. Jiang Nian loved this. It's a pity that I couldn't make it again after entering the city because I was worried that the smell would be too strong. Now the house next door is suppressed by some unknown reason. It must be a rare occasion for her to do it.
"The more braised it is, the harder it will be to make it once."
Seeing the word "want to eat" written all over his eyes, Jiang Yue responded with a smile, "Okay, today I will braise three big pig heads at once." When the brine is ready, she can put it into the space and braise it slowly, so that the soup will be soaked. When added to meat, it tastes delicious when mixed with anything.
"Yueyue, the pork is cut."
Jiang Yue went to the kitchen to see that he was really obsessive-compulsive, cutting each piece neatly into square pieces.
She took matters into her own hands today and explained to him how to do each step, and Jiang Nian also learned attentively. When he learned how to do it, Yueyue wouldn't have to work hard to cook. He felt heartbroken every time his hands turned red from the cold.
Towards evening, the big dish was finally ready. Jiang Nian made rice in a basin, first poured the braised pork sauce into it, and mixed it evenly. He took a bite of rice with a chopstick, and his eyes narrowed in happiness. After finishing the braised pork, he also ate pork head meat. He loves meat!
Suddenly, a piece of green vegetables appeared in front of him. Jiang Nian frowned and ate it in one bite. Like chewing poison.
Jiang Yue couldn't be happier. Recently, Jiang Nian has become more and more like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, who has ideas for doing things and is gradually moving towards the calmness of an adult. In other words, when it comes to eating vegetables, you have to be coaxed like a child.
He was probably thinking that he might be the only wolf in the forest that could eat grass.
Jiang Yue did not have the ability or opportunity to celebrate the New Year in modern times, so she rarely wanted to try the feeling of celebrating the New Year. Entering the twelfth lunar month, the food standards of the two people have skyrocketed. They are not big fish and meat, but they can still be full of meat and fish.
On New Year's Eve, Jiang Yue sharpened her knife and bleated at the sheep.
The sheep had been raised for several months and was now fatter and more docile than before. It's just that the sheep's braying is getting louder and louder.
Those chickens were also killed by Jiang Yue, leaving only the chicks.
For New Year's Eve dinner, there is a pot of mutton soup on the table to warm the stomach. There are fish, red and green vegetables every year. The two of them were satisfied with their meal and rested on the kang.
Jiang Yue probably grew another two centimeters, but Jiang Nian also grew a little, although it wasn't too obvious.
There is a big height difference between the two of them. They like to sit face to face and hold each other on their laps while chatting. It is convenient, comfortable and safe. After chatting for a few words, our mouths became glued together.
Jiang Nian's rapid progress and good lung capacity have gradually overwhelmed Jiang Yue...
The Jiang family spent the New Year contentedly, but other families were deserted. The natural disaster only took more than half a year, but it turned a bustling city that was originally bustling with people into the deserted look it is now.
During the Chinese New Year, the yamen took out the vegetables grown in the greenhouses of large households and sold them, but they were as expensive as meat.
If you have spare energy, you will buy two or three green vegetables and a little minced meat, add half a tank of water to make soup, and treat it as an add-on to the New Year's Eve dinner. Those who were unable to do so waited for the stall to be closed and grabbed the few vegetable leaves that had fallen down...
Ten people from the two large Wang families sat around the table in the main room, eating quietly.
Old Mrs. Wang drooled looking at the plate of yellow-green vegetables in the middle of the table, but she didn't dare to pick it up. She only signaled her grandson with her eyes, and she became happy when Wang Wen took one for her.
Liniang's face was expressionless. She served herself the most rice and the most vegetables. Mrs. Wang's forehead was twitching, and she was about to scold her, but her grandson and second daughter-in-law were both sullen and silent, so she had no choice but to shut up.
I don’t know what happened, but my grandson, who was originally good-natured, changed drastically. He often cursed and hit others. But he was very kind to his wife and didn't say a word.
Could it be that she had earned all the meat, vegetables, grain, and firewood that had recently increased at home? It seems that going out for most of the day is still useful.
But how do you earn all this? I've never seen someone with this ability before.
Liniang didn't care about everyone's worries. She didn't wash the dishes after eating. She just quietly went back to the small side room to sleep.
Uncle Wang had a lewd look in his eyes, looking at her twitching buttocks. It seemed that his niece's buttocks were getting bigger and bigger, as attractive as the little widow in the village.
Aunt Wang pinched the man hard under the table and looked at him. Uncle Wang grinned and did not dare to scream, for fear of upsetting his nephew.
The old lady winked and said, "Wen'er, why doesn't your wife sleep in the same room with you? How can you have a baby and carry on the family line like this? This is not possible. You must talk to her carefully. Women don't give birth to children..."
I don't know which word touched Wang Wen's back. He slammed the bowl on the table and gritted his teeth, "Don't mind our business!"
He rested in bed for a long time. He was not well fed or clothed, and his body was emaciated, leaving only skin and bones. Although I have been able to eat until I am six to sixty percent full in this short period of time, I still cannot regain my appetite.
The skin on his face was wrinkled, his eyes were red, and he looked ferocious when he was angry, which shocked everyone.
Old Mrs. Wang lowered her head quickly, "Yes, yes, the milk is wrong. I won't talk too much in the future."
Liniang lay on a cold little bed, covered with a worn quilt, without any warmth at all. She stared straight at the door, and after a while, someone came in.
With a "squeak" sound, a thin black man tiptoed into the house and gently closed the door.
When he turned around, a pair of bright eyes stared at him.
Uncle Wang was startled and his legs were a little weak.
He smiled sarcastically, "Good evening, nephew and wife-in-law. Are you still awake?"
Liniang sat up and still looked at him without saying a word.
Seeing that she was not panicking or calling anyone, Uncle Wang became aroused and walked to the bed and sat down. Seeing that she still didn't respond, he slowly dug his fingers into the quilt, took up those little hands, and stroked them a few times.
"Liniang, thank you for your hard work. My uncle is just here to see if you are warm and secure while sleeping in this room. Oh, look at these little hands, they have a lot of chilblains. Let uncle take good care of you."
Liniang's expression finally changed, she smiled, and her words were still so gentle and sweet.
"It's worth the hard work for this family. Uncle, you are so kind."
Uncle Wang didn't know what it meant to be gentle and mean, but he only knew that the fire in his heart suddenly rose.
Looking at the little face of my nephew-in-law, although she has lost weight, it is much better than my ugly and fierce mother-in-law! He couldn't stop talking to that woman every night!
Uncle Wang hugged her hurriedly, and his big pig-headed face was about to press up and kiss her little mouth.
