Empress Dowager Tang's molars began to hurt, and she no longer had the leisure to chat with others. She gritted her teeth and hoeed the ground. Every time she swung the hoe, she kept saying "Prodigal Son" in her mouth.
"Second Aunt, your Nian Nian is back!"
Someone shouted, and everyone raised their heads and looked at the stone bridge at the entrance of the village.
Tang Niannian appeared on the bridge.
Mrs. Tang threw away the hoe and ran over like the wind. She was not used to not having this damn girl talk to her for six days.
"Have you finished your work? How many days can you rest this time? You go out to restaurants every day in the city, right? Did you spend dozens of dollars?"
The old lady blurted out a series of questions.
Tang Niannian was too lazy to answer. He took out a cotton pocket from his backpack with a bunch of newspapers inside. He opened it, took out a still warm meat bun, and stuffed it into the old lady's mouth.
"I'm eating some steamed buns before dinner time, and I know you're spending money indiscriminately. A meat bun is only 12 cents, and you still need tickets. Your claws are looser than chicken claws. Even if you earn 98 yuan, you still can't save money..."
Mrs. Tang took out the meat buns, and her heart ached again. She really couldn't stand her granddaughter's lavishness.
You won’t become an immortal after eating the meat buns, so why waste the money!
"Give!"
Tang Niannian's ears itched when he heard it, and he pulled out a big stick and blocked the old lady's mouth.
She has money, and the little old lady loves money. It is a trivial matter to be able to solve it with money.
"I saved it for your dowry!"
Mrs. Tang put the money in her pocket and kept all the money she had given her before. When the girl got married, all of it would be used as a dowry.
She didn't eat the meat buns either, and wanted to take them home for Jiujin to eat.
"It's all your saliva. I won't eat it for nine pounds."
Tang Niannian stabbed, making the old lady grit her teeth in anger, but the effect was very good. Old lady Tang stuffed the meat bun into her mouth and ate it. She originally planned to eat half of it and leave the other half for lunch.
But after taking one bite, she couldn't stop. It was so fragrant. The old lady ate one bite after another. Before she could taste the meat, she finished one meat bun and looked at her empty hands. The old lady was very upset.
She should eat slowly, Zhu Bajie couldn't eat ginseng fruit as quickly as she did.
"Eat this slowly!"
Tang Niannian took out another meat bun and stuffed it into the old lady's mouth.
Tang Manjin and Xu Jinfeng were also given a meat bun each. The others drooled when they saw it. They also wanted to have a granddaughter (daughter) who earned 98 yuan!
"Milk, I want to eat Qingming food."
Tang Niannian made a request, and she was greedy.
There was meat, rice noodles, and Qingming grass in the basket, so Mrs. Tang agreed and asked her eldest son to go dig winter bamboo shoots in the mountains after work.
The villagers were envious for a while. Who uses such a big piece of meat to make Qingming buns? There is so much meat that even if it is made with dog tail straw, it will be delicious.
"Nian Nian, do you want to dry the sweet potatoes?" a woman asked loudly.
The story of the captain's wife drying sweet potatoes for Tang Niannian spread throughout the village, and everyone knew that Tang Niannian gave her five yuan in wages.
San Auntie wanted to show off, but was afraid of being jealous, so she compromised and said it would be five yuan, but this made the villagers suffer from pink eye.
It’s just drying out dried sweet potatoes. Five yuan is too much to earn, and they want to earn it too.
"San Auntie has done enough cooking. Her cooking is delicious, the best in the village!"
Tang Niannian said it very directly, it was not easy for her to earn money.
Moreover, other people’s hygiene was not up to standard and she couldn’t eat it.
More sophisticated ones will sprinkle sesame seeds on the surface, which is particularly fragrant.
