Su Qingfeng is injured. The old lady doesn't want him to do it himself.
After some good or bad talk, Su Qingfeng put down his kitchen knife and could only stand aside to command.
Don't tell me.
Although the little old lady is a little old, she is quick and clean in her work.
One old man and one young man stayed in the kitchen. He didn't have a red face and made no noise. He cooked a bowl of pickled fish in harmony.
You know, the old lady can't help but scold her son when she sees him.
However, when she met Su Qingfeng, she almost smiled an old chrysanthemum on her face.
Now in winter, there is not much work in the field. In addition, the conditions of the old Su family are better. It is not impossible to have a lunch.
Su Qingfeng gives Pandi a piece of sugar and asks her to run to the village and call her family home.
The sister-in-law Xiang Hongying, although she has a big stomach, is still doing some work within her power.
When everyone in the old Su family arrived one after another, the old lady steadily carried a bowl of pickled cabbage fish with everyone's expectation.
Even because the fish was too big to put down, the old lady made two bowls directly.
A strong sour and hot taste is directly on the face.
The white radish after full absorption of the soup will rise and fall in the fish soup.
Pieces of white and smooth fish are still shining in the light.
I don't know who is staring at the fish, but at the same time, his stomach also makes a "grunt".
The fish with pickled cabbage is a famous dish in the south. Su Qingfeng also likes it very much.
But today, when adding accessories, he chose to replace the winter melon he often eats with radish.
From the perspective of medicated diet, there is a good saying that we should eat carrots in winter and ginger in summer.
In the hospital these days, people in the old Su family have more or less taken some tonic food, which will form "internal heat".
The carrot is sweet and cold, which seems to be inconsistent with winter, but actually it just treats the internal heat caused by food tonic, and can also play the role of removing accumulation and guiding stagnation.
Of course, he didn't say that.
Seeing such a large bowl of pickled cabbage fish, Su Qingfeng realized that he still had a hungry customer at the Educated Youth Academy.
Thinking that he could not take others' money for nothing, he simply fished out a small bowl of pickled cabbage fish and asked Zhao Di to send it to the Educated Youth Academy.
Although Su Qingfeng is young and has a low rank, he is almost offered by his family.
No one will have any objection to his work.
But Su Qingfeng likes to speak clearly.
He took out two yuan and put it in the old lady's hand. Then he deleted what should not be said and repeated the story of Li Jing with spring and autumn writing techniques.
At the bottom of his heart, his family lives. If they have anything to say, there is business and quantity. This is called life.
Now, the old lady had no more complaints.
About ten minutes later, Pandi came back.
But she tightened her small face and looked unhappy. Behind her was an old lady with a big black spot, hanging eyebrows and triangular eyes. She looked smart and not easy to offend.
The little old lady at home looked at the big black deposit, pulled her face, put her chopsticks away, and her expression sank.
The opposite of her reaction was Feng Sufen.
Feng Sufen was a little excited and nervous, and even when he spoke, his voice was a little halting.
"Mother? Why did you come here?"
Miao Aihua ignored her, but walked into the door, stretched her neck, looked at the dishes on the table, and when she saw the bowl of pickled fish, she swallowed.
This action is too exaggerated. People present can see clearly as long as they are not blind.
But except Feng Sufen, a group of people looked as if they had not seen it.
Feng Sufen moved her mouth, but before opening her mouth, she looked at the old lady and Su Qingfeng subconsciously. They looked pale and embarrassed.
The sentence "sit down and eat", after all, could not be said.
This time, Miao Aihua exploded.
She put her hands on her hips and spat. "Why did I come here? Why? I can't come yet? Feng Sufen, I did everything I could to marry you into this happy nest, and you treated your mother like that?"
"Your brother is still eating bran and swallowing vegetables at home. When you eat these big fish and big meat, will your heart not hurt? Heartless, black hearted, rotten belly! What's the use of you!"
"My mother came here today to recruit her, but she couldn't eat a meal. She was kind enough to feed the dog!"
After saying that, Miao Aihua wanted to turn around and leave.
The Su family glanced at her faintly, but did not make a sound to detain her.
When you think about it with your toes, you know that Miao Aihua's virtue can teach her son and daughter like this. What kind of virtue can her selected son-in-law be?
To put it bluntly, Miao Aihua is like a dog. He will drill wherever there is meat and bone.
This time, I was so kind to help Zhao Di find a partner. Maybe I also had the idea of profiting.
So the old lady didn't lift her eyelids, just lightly put a piece of pickled cabbage in it.
Not to mention, the sour and spicy taste is really exciting.
It's a pity that although it's useless for the old lady, it's a killer for Feng Sufen.
Before she had anything to eat, she clicked her chopsticks and dropped them on the table. She hurried out, grabbed Miao Aihua's hand and smiled blandly:
"Niang, what you said, it's not surprising."
She looked back at Su Qingfeng's face. It was light, not angry, but also not smiling.
Just like this, Feng Sufen's heart was suddenly protruding.
The sentence that asked my mother to sit down and eat pickled cabbage and fish together came to my mouth, but I didn't dare to say it after all.
She gritted her teeth and took out a pile of scrip from her pocket. As soon as she put on a fawning smile, Miao Aihua snatched the scrip from her hand before she even had time to count it.
At the sight of the money, Miao Aihua first counted the amount of the draft, and then nodded demurely, "You are very careful. You know your brother is not easy to study, and you know how to help him."
At last, she added, "I heard that the stuff of malt cream is good. Think about it. Next time, get your brother a can of it. Our family depends on your brother to support our family now, and he will be successful in the future. Your sisters will have a bright face and a straight waist."
Wheatmilk?
I do have it at home, and there is more than one can of it.
Just
Feng Sufen felt bitter.
Even if there is, can she send it to her mother's house under the old lady's eyes?
Seeing that Miao Aihua could not live without his brother, Feng Sufen suddenly felt a bit depressed.
For the first time, she took the initiative to interrupt Miao Aihua's words, "Mom, is there any way to recruit her?"
The rise of Miao Aihua's theory was interrupted and he was about to get angry, but when he thought of the situation of the old Su family, he swallowed his complaints.
She nodded, "I specifically asked several brigades nearby. There was a young man in the same brigade, Qingshan Village. He had a good appearance and personality. There was still a job in the city. After becoming a regular, he would transfer his household registration to the town."
"It took me a lot of effort to talk about such a good family."