Eight or nine pancakes to eat for two or three days?
Meng Lan calculated the number of mouths in the family. The eldest son has a family of four, the second son has a family of three, the third son is in town and is not eating at home, and the third daughter-in-law and He Guangzu have two mouths. Plus herself, there are people waiting for dinner at home. There are ten mouths in total.
Eight or nine pancakes are just one meal, and they last for two or three days. She is not the stingy person she was originally, and she was not even willing to stutter.
"Come here with the pot." Meng Lan also has the memory of the original person as to what the thick flour pancake looks like. Who can eat enough of those small pancakes?
Her body was hungry all the time. If she drank such thin porridge, she would starve to death. She would have to call her eldest daughter-in-law over and put in a few spoonfuls of rice.
Tian didn't know what Meng Lan was going to do, so she came back nervously holding the pot.
Under Tian's horrified gaze, Meng Lan picked up the rice spoon without hesitation and added three more tablespoons of coarse rice to the pot.
Although she doesn't dare to eat the products in the supermarket directly, she can still eat more rice at home.
"Okay, you go and cook."
After Meng Lan finished adding rice, he waved his hand to Tian with satisfaction, indicating that she could leave, and then followed his original example and locked up all the food in the house.
After hearing Meng Lan's words, Tian felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He was holding the pot in his hand but walking very fast. He ran away from Meng Lan's nose in just a few breaths, as if Meng Lan was some kind of savage beast.
Mr. Tian is honest, weak and timid, but he works quickly. She worked in the kitchen for a while, and the porridge was almost ready. She called her two daughters to help.
"Zhao Di, Pan Di, come get the bowl and count the chopsticks."
Tian's two daughters also followed her, and the dining table in the main room was soon decorated. A stack of bowls was placed in front of the main table. Next to the bowls was a small bamboo basket with several thick flour pancakes in it.
After He Zhaodi and He Pandi finished all this, Tian also came out with a pot. A large pot of rice porridge was placed in front of the main seat, with a large spoon in the pot, obviously waiting for Meng Lan to share the rice.
Today's rice porridge is more than twice as thick as usual. Usually, I only add two spoons of coarse rice to this pot of porridge, and I dare not fill each spoon full. Today, Meng Lan personally added three tablespoons more to it. Although it was still the same wild vegetable rice porridge, she didn't know why there was so much rice, but it smelled so fragrant.
He Zhaodi glanced at the rice porridge in the pot, and looked at her sister and Pandi in horror. She didn't know why, but she always felt a little uneasy.
Yang held the three-year-old He Guangzu and kept leaning towards the pot. Looking at the thick rice inside, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. There was a flash of distress in her eyes. It was all money.
After looking at the pot, she smiled and walked towards Meng Lan, "Mom, why did you cook such a good meal today? Is it a good day?"
The eldest daughter-in-law, Mrs. Tian, and the second daughter-in-law, Mrs. Jiang, didn't dare to ask Meng Lan. The third daughter-in-law, Ms. Yang, dared to ask. Usually, the mother-in-law was used to loving the house and being in trouble, so she was a little more tolerant towards her, the younger daughter-in-law, and wouldn't blame her too much. .
Yang asked here, while Tian and Jiang listened with open ears. They were also curious about their mother-in-law's abnormality today, but they didn't dare to ask Meng Lan directly.
When Meng Lan heard Yang's words, she replied with the same expressionless expression as her original self, "We'll find out after we eat."
Yang seemed to have long been accustomed to Meng Lan's cold face, and would at least answer her mother-in-law's words.
You must know that if it is the eldest sister-in-law or the second sister-in-law who asks, the mother-in-law may scold them, so it is best to ignore them. Regarding her special case, Yang is still a little proud, proud that she can choose men.
Meng Lan sat in front of the main seat, waiting for everyone to share their meals. She now treats all the little actions between the three daughters-in-law as invisible.
Not long after the meal was ready, the sky outside gradually darkened, and the two brothers He Chuanzong and He Chuanjia also came back from the fields.
Seeing that everyone was seated at the dinner table, they hurriedly put down their farm tools, scooped a ladle of water from the water tank, rinsed the mud on their hands, and quickly sat down in their seats.
When Meng Lan saw that everyone was here, he started to share the food. She picked up the bowl, filled a bowl of thick rice porridge, and placed it in front of her eldest son He Chuanzong.
He Chuanzong looked at the bowl in front of him in shock, as if he had never seen such thick porridge since he could remember. But he thought that his mother must have her reasons for doing this, so he sat obediently and said nothing.
The second bowl of rice porridge, still of the same consistency, was placed in front of his second son He Chuanjia by Meng Lan, who still received a shocked look.
Both sons had thick rice porridge. When everyone thought that the next bowl of rice porridge would become thinner, Meng Lan filled another bowl of rice porridge that was the same as the first two bowls and placed it in front of his eldest daughter-in-law Tian. . When she arrived at Tian's place, she was not shocked, but frightened.
But before she could panic, Meng Lan's next bowl of rice porridge was given to his second daughter-in-law, Mrs. Jiang. Mrs. Jiang looked at Meng Lan in surprise, then lowered her head and remained silent like her own man.
Yang looked at Meng Lan expectantly. She thought to herself that since her elder sister-in-law and second sister-in-law were already here, it would be her turn next. Although she didn't know what her mother was going through today, it was always good to be well fed.
Under Yang's expectant eyes, Meng Lan gave her... half a bowl of porridge.
"Mom, you..."
The youngest daughter-in-law, Yang, was very puzzled by Meng Lan's behavior. She thought that in this family, she was superior to the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law. Now the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law each have a bowl of rice, but she only has half a bowl. . Yang not only didn't understand, but also felt embarrassed.
Meng Lan didn't give her a chance to speak, and just stopped her with one sentence, "From now on, those who work a lot in our family will eat more, and those who don't work will eat less."
Meng Lan's words sounded very reasonable, and Yang was stunned for a long time without thinking of anything to refute. I could only sit there glumly, staring at the half bowl of porridge in front of me, waiting for Meng Lan to finish dividing the meal and start the meal.
The adults in the family have all been divided, except for He Zhaodi and He Pandi, who live in the second room, and He Lianlian, who lives in the second room, and He Guangzu, who lives in the third room.
The three granddaughters saw that the third aunt only shared half the bowl. Although Meng Lan said that the more she worked, the more she ate, but they all thought that they, the girls, treated them as outsiders and would not give them more.
But Meng Lan has changed her mind a long time ago. She is no longer the stingy old woman she was. In her eyes, there is only the difference between good boys and bad boys, not boys and girls.
Thinking that these three granddaughters had been sensible since childhood and knew how to share the work of the family, Meng Lan looked at them with a lot of kindness in her eyes.
Although she has always been alone and has never been in love in modern times, now that she has so many daughters, sons, granddaughters and grandsons, Meng Lan also feels that she has become a lot more kind.
Therefore, Meng Lan's hands did not shake as before when she shared the food with them. Each of her three granddaughters also had a large bowl.
When it comes to He Guangzu, it's more than half a bowl. It's not that she's partial, a three-year-old child can't eat a whole bowl. Although his youngest son and daughter-in-law made him angry, three-year-old He Guangzu was innocent after all, and she could not afford to vent her anger on a child.
When Yang saw that even her three-year-old son received more than herself, she felt completely depressed.
How much you get is also a representation of your status in the family. The three girls usually get the least share, but now it's her. Is she the person with the lowest status in this family?
Of course Meng Lan gave herself a full bowl of rice porridge. It was a joke. How could she treat herself badly? She will not treat herself badly if she treats anyone wrongly.
After dividing the rice porridge, Meng Lan shared the thick flour pancakes with everyone. Except for Yang, each of the adults had one and the children had half.
Yang became even more depressed, but in this era when filial piety was paramount, she did not dare to contradict her mother-in-law no matter how dissatisfied she was.
Looking at Yang's expression, Meng Lan was also glad that she was dressed as a mother-in-law rather than a daughter-in-law.
There are advantages to being older and senior, especially in the ancient context. If she were to wear the clothes of the Tian family or the Jiang family, Meng Lan would probably want to hit her to death.
"Everyone is hungry. Let's eat first. I know you have problems on your mind. After eating, I also have something to say to you."
Everyone who was originally looking at each other started to eat immediately after Meng Lan gave the order.
If you don’t have enough to eat on weekdays, who can help but feel hungry after working for another day? Now there was a full meal in front of him. No matter what his problem was, he had to fill his stomach first.
