Chapter 33: Amaranth and Tofu
Zhang Di couldn't help but smile when she saw Ye Miao's words: "It would be nice if our family's handsome words were as beautiful as her little face." β
Well, people in this era like to say that words are like people, and words are the faΓ§ade of people. The original owner's dog-crawling words scribbled to the sky were actually very unexpected by Ye Yao. In fact, she was already on the way to copying, and made slight changes to make the words look neater.
"Auntie!"
Ye Miao twisted her body and wrapped her braid slightly around the palm of her hand, and found a good reason for the change of her hand: "Hmph, auntie, if you say so, I will practice calligraphy well in the future! Mom, I want to be angry and try to write well, you buy me paper and pen, I don't want the current pen, this writing is not good-looking." βγ
"Poof, you're making excuses for buying things for yourself!"
Ye Jing came in and just heard this sentence and made fun of her: "In the past, you saw that everyone had a new fountain pen, but you didn't have it, so you had to buy it for your parents, now do you want your aunt to buy it?"
Zhang Di was in a good mood today: "Good boy, let me tell you that your uncle really has a new fountain pen, which was given by Secretary Wei of the commune." β
Ye Miao originally said this casually, after all, it was strange that Ye Miao suddenly became a thoughtful person in just over a month. But she underestimated the family's love for her. Now seeing that Zhang Di said that she was going to go back and get it, Mrs. Ye also had a look of disbelief. I can't help but cry and laugh, the current conditions in Sweetwater Village, a fountain pen is not something that ordinary people can take out casually. Zhang Di said it so casually, but it is not generous that can be described in two words.
What happened to make the Ye family love the original owner so much, and I haven't heard that there are no girls in the seventh or eighth generation of the Ye family! It's really nerve-wracking! Ye Yao's brows gradually frowned, and the knots in his heart could not be untied.
Her body is already weak, and if she frowns and supports her forehead, she will have a kind of Xizi holding her heart. Although Mrs. Ye and Zhang Di didn't understand anything, they felt distressed first.
"Good boy, a woman's lack of talent is virtue. You're very well written, listen to your aunt!"
Without waiting for Lin Hong to refute Zhang Di with her mouth puffed out, Mrs. Ye didn't agree first.
"Grandma, you are the four olds, and now you are a woman who can hold up half the sky!"
Ye Jing grinned and approached Mrs. Ye, and was slapped by Mrs. Ye "crackling" before she finished speaking, "I'll let you break the four olds, and I, the old woman of the four olds, will break you first." β
Ye Jing covered his head and shouted: "Grandma is eccentric, and she won't send you bird eggs to eat in the future!"
"! β
Lin Hong didn't ask whether it was right or wrong, she slapped Ye Jing first and began to praise her daughter after a few sentences:
"That's it, where it's not good, we can't write it badly. β
Lin Hong not only protected her daughter, but also scolded Zhang Di and asked her to stop talking. Her family is slender and thin-skinned, if she is unhappy and cries, she will see who can coax her later.
Ye Miao watched the three women of the Ye family carefully blowing each other in front of him, and couldn't help but feel funny but also a little sad.
She inevitably didn't think about her previous life, compared to her previous life, the original owner of this life was simply born in a honey pot and was born in a blessed land.
However, the original owner obviously didn't think so. For so many days, seeing that Lin Hong was cautious about her food, Ye Miao knew how picky the original owner was.
Forget it, after all, it's a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and it's normal to think badly. Ye Miao smiled and shook his head: The original owner doesn't cherish it, in the end it is cheaper for her. She couldn't say anything bad about the original owner.
"Let's eat at my house today. β
The home remedies were also accepted, and the laughter was also laughed. Lin Hong began to keep people.
In these years, no one is rich, and those who can stay to eat are close relatives of the family. Mrs. Ye followed Uncle Ye, and usually came to Ye Jianguo with her little feet unless she wanted Ye to be slender. Now that her granddaughter is so sensible and filial, the old lady is a little reluctant to leave.
"Forget it, your family meal is to put some water in the cornmeal and boil a pot of porridge, and then cut it, cut it, suck the pickles, suck it, and the meal is over, I don't eat your meal, mother, let's go home and eat." β
Zhang Di said with disgust, and Lin Hong was furious when she heard it. She doesn't know how to cook, but who in this Sweet Water Village doesn't cook porridge with pickle stalks like this?
In these neighborhoods, many people fry leeks, chop them, put salt to cook them, and chop cabbage into a pot of soup. Compared with them, Lin Hong felt much better. Besides, isn't Zhang Di better than her pasta? The taste of cooking is not good, their eldest sister and second sister are the same.
Ye Miao chuckled lightly to stop Lin Hong from continuing to scare people, and she smiled at Mrs. Ye and Zhang Di with a warm smile:
"Today, I cook for my grandmother and aunt, and I also let you know that I didn't hurt this eldest granddaughter and eldest nephew in vain. β
If Ye Miao really wants to please anyone, then no one wants to hide. Looking at such a simple sentence, Zhang Di was moved to hold her hand and boasted, and Mrs. Ye was even more "obedient" and couldn't do it.
Ye Miao was slender, but he secretly envied the original owner in his heart. Family affection is like drinking water, when there is no shortage, it feels simple and ordinary, but once it is missing, it will be realized that this is actually the most indispensable emotion in people's lives. Ye Miao longed for it, but never had it. So, maybe this life is to make up for the regrets of the past. How much love can be restarted Ye Miao doesn't know, but she knows that her own encounter is difficult to find for a hundred years and thousands of years.
"Fair, we don't have anything left,"
finally waited for her daughter to get a meal, but Lin Hong was not happy but began to worry.
"It's okay, mother, isn't there a tael of meat sent by Wei Zijian?"
After Ye Miao finished speaking, he smiled and pointed to the red amaranth pinched by Lin Hong: "Isn't this also good? Mom, our amaranth grows well, if it weren't for the grass mat under it, it really wouldn't grow like this." β
Growing vegetables under the straw mat was learned from a cow ghost in the cowshed behind him, the snake god. Lin Hong was suspicious and casually sprinkled some red amaranth seeds, anyway, the seeds harvested in the wild Nagano were fine if they were planted badly.
Red amaranth, most rural people will pinch a handful and throw it into the soup, Lin Hong chooses a handful to put in the porridge, and then the family sucks it. But Ye Miao had never eaten it before, and now listening to Ye Miao say it, Lin Hong inevitably felt strange.
"I don't like to eat, it's Mom that you didn't get it right, Mom you will look at it for a while. β
Ye Miao was not worried at all that she suddenly fell in love with amaranth and made Lin Hong suspicious, she would use her strength to prove that good ingredients also need the right cooking.
Amaranth is a good thing, Ye Miao hasn't eaten it for many years. She thought about it and decided to make a gnocchi soup with red amaranth. There was also a small piece of tofu in the pot house that had been put a little rancid by Lin Hong. The Zhuang people lived carefully, this piece of tofu was prepared by Lin Hong to make Wang tofu with lard for her daughter, and when she heard that Ye Miao had an accident, Lin Hong casually stuffed it under the table and remembered it for a few days. It's a little rancid, but who can be willing to throw things away these days? Ye Yaoyao thought about it and decided to make a tofu and try it again.