Seeing that Aunt Qi didn't mean to say anything, and Su Qingfeng was also a little embarrassed with the He family, Uncle Sun swallowed the words, but he had a conclusion in his heart.
Because Su Qingfeng is a guest, Aunt Qi is ashamed to ask Su Qingfeng to cook all the dishes.
After all, even Uncle Sun and Sun Gong were buried in their heads, earnestly cutting vegetables and washing pots.
Su Qingfeng sees that there is not much water at home. He is going to fetch a bucket of water from the public well.
He was straightforward and went out with the bucket.
It was Uncle Sun who looked at his leaving back, smacked his mouth, smiled and nodded, "This boy is a good material. Although he is thin, his strength is even greater than mine."
"If it weren't for his delicious cooking, I would like to mention to the factory director and transfer him to the security department."
After saying that, he looked back at Sun Xuenong, who did not know when to start, with a small work book in his hand.
He looks like a chicken. He is thin and weak. It seems that he can't help being punched.
But he didn't say anything.
Although Uncle Sun said he hated his son, he didn't know how beautiful his son was when he heard people praise him.
As a father, most people do.
But if it's for a girl, it's hard to tell.
……
When Su Qingfeng went to fetch water, there was no one near the well.
He rolled up his sleeve on his wrist, exposed a strong arm, and began to draw water, but his mind could not help thinking of his family in Sujia Village.
Just then, in the row of flat houses, another angry voice came, "If you have the ability, get out of this house today! I see where you can go! What you eat and wear now, which is not my son's money to buy?"
Finally, the sharp voice added, "Without you, my son can just find a better one."
"Bang!"
The door was opened and a woman with a full belly was pushed out.
Su Qingfeng was interrupted by the sound and looked up, feeling like this.
The man in front is Deng Xiaoya.
However, compared with the past, her hair is dry and irritable, her face is sallow, and her body is much thinner than before. It is clearly a good time, but it gives people a sense of withered grey.
Deng Xiaoya felt the eyes cast by the neighbors around her, pulled her mouth and prepared to go to the well to clean the dust.
Her expression has become a little numb.
She thought that if she married He Qianjin, she would be able to live a good life, become a city dweller, and eat and drink spicy food.
But she found that when she got married, she would coax him to move forward. She had lost her patience and sweet talk.
Every time she wants to say how wronged she is, He Qianjin always says impatiently: That's my mother, your mother-in-law, you can't let her?
Or: he is tired enough to go to work and doesn't want to hear such things. If she is not reconciled, she will divorce.
Divorce?
To put it harshly, widowhood is better than divorce for women these days!
Deng Xiaoya walked to the well and was about to come forward when she saw a familiar figure.
She trembled and looked up in disbelief. "Su Qingfeng?"
Su Qingfeng has no good opinion of Deng Xiaoya, so he picks up the bucket and wants to leave.
Only the voice behind me rings again:
"Are you proud to see me like this? I live like this, thanks to you. Are you satisfied?"
This is interesting.
Su Qingfeng gave a "bang" and put the bucket heavily on the ground.
Deng Xiaoya was startled at first, but instead she was provoked to anger, and her eyes glared angrily at Su Qingfeng.
Su Qingfeng is not particular about gentlemanly manners.
No matter men or women, he will hate whoever hates him.
"What are you looking at? Do you think your dead fish eyes are beautiful now? What makes me proud? Deng Xiaoya, do you think you are too high? Why should I pay attention to you? Why should I change my mood because of you?"
"It's hard to say. You are just a fart. Who is still trying to smell the fuck after releasing it? My skull is sick?"
Deng Xiaoya was confused.
She was stunned for a long time before she stumbled, "Why are you cursing so ugly? Are you a man?"
Su Qingfeng glanced at him and sneered, "Deng Xiaoya, when you hit me with a stone, why didn't you think about anything else? You deserve to live like this, and don't come to me."
With that, he picked up the bucket and left.
Maybe in the eyes of all people, Deng Xiaoya accidentally hit people at that time, but he did not hit people to death. He was not guilty of death.
But only Su Qingfeng knew that on that day, she really had a life and left because of her actions.
Is it not the life of a fool?
By the time he returned to Uncle Sun's bungalow, Su Qingfeng had adjusted his mind, and his face was smiling a little more than just being mean and sneering.
A group of people began to cook and fire in a lively manner, just like a family.
Aunt Qi also spent a lot of money today.
It happened that there was an old hen at home that didn't lay eggs. She thought that there was a guest coming today. Su Qingfeng's craftsmanship was so good that she wouldn't waste the chicken. She just opened fire with Uncle Sun's family.
The two boys had not eaten such hard food for a long time. They ran around happily, shouting that they wanted to eat chicken.
Even the little girl, like a group of small marshmallows, pursed her lips and revealed two small dimples.
The old hen is still a little big. It's not suitable for children to eat spicy chicken.
A child's stomach is delicate. If he eats too much spicy food, he is prone to stomach discomfort, fire and mouth mucous membrane ulceration.
And now the time is tight, so it is not suitable for making crispy fried chicken, which needs to be pickled for one or two hours.
Su Qingfeng thought about it and made a three cup chicken. This dish tastes sweet and salty, and salty and fresh.
It is not only suitable for the taste of the three northeastern provinces, but also suitable for all ages.
When the dishes were slowly prepared, the aroma in the big pot gradually drifted out with the slow simmering of the small fire, the burning of firewood and the splashing of sparks.
Two little devils who had been running around before, smelled the smell from the bungalow and swallowed their saliva.
The people running around are all the same age, some from the tube houses, some from the bungalows.
A boy in Aunt Qi's family tried to smell in the air, as if he could immediately eat three cups of chicken with thick oil and red sauce along with the strong smell.
Just then, Aunt Qi shouted from the rear: "Tiger kids, dog kids, the food is cooked, and they come back to eat."
The tiger and dog did not even play marbles. They jumped up from the ground and ran home quickly.
Before leaving, he waved his hand and showed off:
"My family eats chicken today. I won't play with you anymore!"
A group of young friends left looking at each other.
Chicken
Chi Liu.
They really want to eat.