When Tang Qian heard this, he put down his chopsticks with a cold face, Lin Huimin's face also stiffened, put down the chopsticks and stood up to open the door, put up a smile, and said, "Mom, why are you here?".

This old lady's philistine and ability to take advantage are particularly great, and she once infinitely refreshed Tang Qian's basic understanding of the thickness of a face, so she subconsciously took the casserole lid and buckled it up to cover the pot of abalone and chicken.

As soon as the soup was covered and opened again, the little old lady had already grown old, and she didn't know what was cooking in the pot until she looked closely.

Yaya also realized that the atmosphere was inappropriate, and quickly stuffed the soft and smooth chicken thigh meat wrapped in sauce in the bowl into her mouth

The little old lady pursed her mouth, pulled a stool and sat down, and sniffed: "Stewed chicken." ”

Tang Qian thought that this was over, and forgot that the old lady had a smart nose.

Unexpectedly, the old lady's mouth was even more deflated, and she said, "It tastes rancid, and you can afford to eat it." ”

Lin Huimin didn't correct her, this rancid smell should have come from the stupid madman behind her.

The old lady rolled her cloudy eyes, squinted at Yaya, then at Lin Huimin and her wife, and finally stared at an abalone in the casserole with her mouth shut, and concluded with disgust: "A pot of breast, no wonder you can't give birth to a son." ”

Tang Qian remembered that she went back to the old lady's house every year before she was eight years old to eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, which was used by the old lady to insinuate her mother at the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner one year.

Xiao Tang Coriander likes to eat chicken breast, chicken breast meat is meaty, firm, for meat lovers Xiao Tang Coriander is extremely delicious.

At that time, the old lady said, "They are all born with two breasts, and they don't have a handle, and those who have two breasts still like to eat breasts, tsk!".

Xiao Tang Qian couldn't understand this and secretly hid a knife, glanced at the parts below her grandmother's neck that could not be described, and immediately happily sandwiched a large piece of chicken breast into the old lady's bowl: "Grandma, you also have two breasts, you can eat it too." ”

The old lady was choked enough, and she couldn't get used to Tang Qian, but later she reached the point where when she met Lin Huimin and Tang Qian, she saw maggots under her mouth when she spoke.

After returning from rebirth, Tang Qian stayed away from her father's relatives who had been missing for many years in line with the principle of not provoking the best as much as possible, but she didn't expect that she would still come.

As soon as Tang Qian heard this, he put his chopsticks aside: "I said old lady, don't you eat the chicken breast when you slaughter the chicken?"

As soon as the old lady saw Tang Qian's response, she became energetic, her eyes widened, and the long folds of her face became vivid: "My family slaughtered the chicken and threw away the chicken breast and didn't eat it!"

In short, it's so willful that you bite me?!

As Tang Qian, who is very aware of the enemy's weaknesses, he is waiting for her sentence.

Tang Qian sneered: "According to what you say, you are also a piece of chicken breast, why didn't your mother throw you away?"

As soon as the old lady's breath was raised, she choked again.

Lin Huimin brought her a cup and played a round game: "Mom, what are you doing today?"

The old lady's face froze, and she remembered the purpose of her trip-what her treasure grandson said about what she saw Tang Qian's notes on the Internet, and someone asked for fifty yuan a copy. Under the old lady's careful questioning, this Tang Qian's notes were so useful, so she asked her to give her own treasure.

After twisting for a while, he said, "Our Junzi is in the third year of high school next semester, and this girl's book will be reviewed by our Junzi." ”

Tang Qian rushed before Lin Huimin and responded: "Don't give it." ”

The old lady's tone came up again: "Why don't you give it?!The fat water doesn't flow into the fields of outsiders, and your notes are sold for fifty yuan a piece! Junzi is your cousin, and they are all members of your own family, why are you so ignorant?!" and glanced at Lin Huimin, "How to teach children?!"

The soup coriander took a lettuce and bit into her mouth, and the sweet vegetable juice eased her anxiety about reasoning with Silly B.

She showed her identity unhurriedly: "You are really polite, I don't dare to be a family member or anything, I just have a chicken breast." ”

It's really a blow to the heart, the old lady really shouldn't come to this girl in this hot and sweltering ghost weather!

The old lady couldn't spit out any good words in her deflated mouth, so she immediately said: "You have finished the college entrance examination, is it difficult to bring your notes into the coffin?!"

The artery on the side of Lin Huimin's neck jumped suddenly: "Mom!

Tang Qian looked at the pouting that was so identical to her uncle, and thought to herself that her uncle was the old lady's own child, and this personality and demeanor seemed to be covered in the seal.

She was not annoyed and smiled: "I plan to bring the notes into the coffin in a hundred years." ”

That's how willful you bite me?!

Lin Huimin smelled the smell of gunpowder and wanted to be bad, and sure enough, the old lady suffered a loss in her mouth and began to cheat.

She rose to her feet and knocked over the plate of lettuce on the table, and the maid screamed in fright, and sat down on the ground as she ducked back.

Tang Qian and Lin Huimin wanted to help, but they couldn't reach it, and the stools at their feet were crooked to the ground.

As soon as the fool heard the girl's cry, he pulled the clothes off his head with "whoa," and the clothes that had been open for him to eat fell to the ground, and then blew towards the old lady like a gust of wind.

In the confusion, the old lady only smelled a rancid smell with the wind, and rushed out in fright, not forgetting to close the door.

The stupid madman knocked Tang Qian and Lin Huimin, who were helping Yaya, away, wrapped Yaya in his arms, bent his hand in front of him, and shouted at them: "Ahh

Yaya hurriedly comforted him: "Dad, they are helping us, don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

Tang Qian took two steps back before standing firmly, knowing that the stupid madman thought she was going to hurt Yaya, and quickly explained: "You calm down, calm down, we are not bad people!"

Lin Huimin was also slammed on the side of the hall door, and at this time he rubbed his arm and said to the stupid madman: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid......"

Tang Qian said: "This dish is all spilled, let's not stay here to stimulate him, I'll make an anti-sand taro for everyone to eat...... Mom, did you just buy taro and come back?"

Tang Qian turned around and walked into the kitchen to rummage through the bag her mother brought back, but when she didn't get a response, she shouted again: "Mom?"

She poked her head out, and the stupid madman was still holding Yaya, staring at Lin Huimin vigilantly.

Lin Huimin looked at the stupid madman, and his eyes straightened.

Tang Qian vaguely felt that something was wrong, and she crossed the threshold: "Mom?"

Lin Huimin's lips trembled, as if he had something to say, but he couldn't pronounce a syllable.

Tang Qian walked over and followed her mother to see the stupid madman - the stupid madman had stains on his face, his hair was knotted and draped over the sides of his face, his beard grew like a jungle around his lips, and his eyes were not bright.

With this tattered clothes, he looks like those foolish beggars on the street.

But when she looked at it again, she felt that the face seemed a little familiar.

Lin Huimin's whole body trembled after a while, and she seemed to be trying to control her voice: "Coriander...... Coriander, go, go, go......"

What to do, she couldn't say what she said later.

Tang Qian guessed from the movements in her mother's hand: "Mom, do you want me to take something?"

Yaya was also frightened by Lin Huimin's appearance and was stunned on the spot.

"Towels, wet towels...... Go to the slinged wet towel to ......" Lin Huimin's whole body was weak, and he stood holding on to the door frame, his eyes still staring at the stupid madman, "Yaya, can your dad speak?"

Yaya shook her head: "I haven't heard him speak. ”

Tang Qian knew that her mother couldn't answer what she asked at this time, so she hurriedly went to twist a towel and handed it to her mother.

Her mother walked over to the stupid madman with a towel, and the stupid madman was nervous, and then hugged the girl and stepped back.

Lin Huimin stared at the stupid madman with disbelief in his eyes, and handed the towel to Yaya: "Yaya, you give it to you...... Your dad wipes his face...... Give ......"

If Tang Qian didn't notice anything at this time, she would be in vain, and her heart was beating like a drum: "Mom, do you know this stupid madman?"

"I don't know...... Yaya...... Wipe your dad, wipe ......" Lin Huimin listened to Tang Qian's words, but she had lost the ability to organize language at this time, and she didn't know what she was talking about at all, but she just answered Tang Qian's question instinctively.

Lin Huimin tried to take a step forward again, but the stupid madman still stepped back, and when he saw it, he bumped into Tang Qian, and he was so frightened that he leaned against the pillar in the middle of the hall and kitchen door, and his mouth still kept making the sound of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Lin Huimin didn't look at Tang Qian either, but kept saying, "You go to the kitchen first...... I peeled the taro and put it in the pot before...... You go to the kitchen, don't-don't scare him......"

It's the first time Tang Qian has seen her mother say this, no matter how many times she said this, the last time she was smashed the stall, she just didn't say a word to protect Yaya.

Tang Qian hurriedly returned to the kitchen, found the taro, washed the taro again, and cut it into strips.

After pouring water into the pot and boiling over high heat, Tang Qian put the taro stacked on the plate and steamed it on the steaming rack, and then flashed out to the yard to bring in another pot and stove first, and then moved the liquefied gas tank with only half a bottle left into the kitchen.

At this time, she noticed something abnormal—usually her mother wouldn't let her move the liquefied gas tank herself, but now her mother sat on the threshold of the hall as if she were fascinated, staring intently at the girl wiping the face of the stupid madman.

The stupid madman was very uncooperative, and kept turning his face left and right, and Yaya's towel never approached his face.

The soup coriander turned on another stove, took a piece of lard and threw it in to fry - the taro fried in lard will be more fragrant.

The taste of lard is actually a bit greasy in the soup, but the taste is particularly good, and it can bring unexpected surprises to the light and tasteless ingredients.

In the sound of the silly madman's "ahhhhhh

Tang Qian tried to stick her head out to see the situation, but as soon as she stuck her head out, as soon as she made eye contact with the stupid madman, he screamed even more, and Tang Qian had to stay in the kitchen.

The lard is fried, the soup coriander shovels out the burnt lard residue, half of the taro is fried in, she gently pokes the taro skin with a shovel while dialing the taro, and when the taro skin is a little hard, she shovels out the taro and then deepens the other half.

Then it's time to boil the syrup.

In fact, the method of anti-sand taro is similar to that of frosted peanuts, half a bowl of water is poured into the pot, and then white sugar is added, and boiled over medium-low heat, while mixing with a spatula.

As soon as the syrup was ready, she poured the oil-controlled taro into it, turning it carefully and quickly, and the light purple taro was encased in the amber syrup as it was turned.

After hanging up the syrup, she scooped out the taro and stacked it neatly on the plate, and in a short time a layer of white frost formed on the surface.

Taro is just like the sweet potato she made for Zhuang Shize, it is very ordinary, but once it encounters a suitable method, it will change from mediocrity and shine.

She picked up a piece and tasted it - the frosting was sweet, the taro was pink and tender, the skin was crispy and the meat was fragrant, and the sweet and crispy taste was sweet and crispy when she took a bite, and the frosting melted into the taro, so that the dry taro turned into an endless taste.

When she took a bite of anti-taro, she heard her mother crying like a child.