On Chinese New Year's Eve, thousands of families rejoice.

A green hand opens the refrigerator and takes out a fresh-keeping bag.

A pair of bloodshot eyes peeked through the transparent bag to see the pork ribs wrapped in a thick sauce.

Between the two deep nasolabial folds, the tall nose opens and closes slightly, and through the bag, you can smell the original aroma of the ribs seeping into the deepest part of the meat layer with the sauce.

Sauce with meat, glued together.

Just like when she opened the door, she saw Zhao Yixun and Li Meizhen who were entangled naked.

Amber pork ribs are colored in a sauce made from soy sauce, oyster sauce, sugar and water.

She holds the phone in one hand and presses 230 degrees to preheat it on the smooth keys of the oven with the other.

Everything needs to be preheated, dry firewood may not always meet the fire, and it takes at least preheating time to burn well.

She looked at the phone and thought, Zhao Yixun and Li Meizhen really started to frown when she didn't know it, and now this fire is burning to the fullest, and even wants to burn her to death!

Her fingers are clenched, her joints are white, and the stainless steel of the oven reflects her appearance - goose egg face, almond eyes, light eyebrows, straight nose, small lips, and vaguely see the beautiful and moving charm of youth.

However, it is carved into the appearance of a resentful woman by red blood, crow's feet, nasolabial folds, glabellar lines and various fine lines.

The sound of "ding" made her take her attention away from the face that she was tired of looking at.

She sandwiched the marinated ribs into a baking dish, stuffed them in the oven, and blended for ten minutes, pouring the remaining sauce into a large bowl.

At the same time, she also pressed the call button with her other hand, and the lonely Little Swan Lake waltz was almost played before the phone was connected.

An impatient male voice rang on the other end of the phone: "What's the matter?!"

The children's playful laughter, the hissing of fireworks, and the cassette of the New Year's song "Congratulations, congratulations, ......" converged into a dense net, and maliciously covered her body.

A sneer pulled out of the corner of her mouth, but the tone of her voice was pleading: "Yixun, Chinese New Year's Eve, aren't you going home?"

The temperature in the oven makes the pork ribs make a slight "sizzling" sound, and the heat is ready, and it is ready to brew.

The man's voice suddenly raised his voice: "What kind of home are you going back to? Go back to that deserted house?! To your menopausal face?! Tang Qian, I really didn't expect you to age so quickly! I'm here with my son, don't look bad for you for the New Year!"

Tang Qian felt a tingling in the position of his heart, but it quickly passed, and he muttered, "I am your wife." ”

The man seemed to be touched to the sore spot and shouted: "It's you who refuse to divorce if you live or die! The surname is Tang! When you died, your mother didn't have a shop, who got back up with you?! Should I share a share?! You either give the money or roll the edges! I still keep the hen that doesn't lay eggs for the New Year?! What do you do when you are yourself?!

Tang Qian opened his mouth, and there was a murmur on the phone, as if the other party was changing people to listen to the phone.

Sure enough, after a while, a delicate female voice came from there: "Sister Qian, didn't I say you, women can't have children, and it's not okay to take care of their husbands all day long?" I have two brothers with Xun, you hurry up and give money, and leave to find something else...... Oops, it's too heavy for Brother Xun to hug the two fat men alone, I'll go and take a hand, that's it, Happy New Year. ”

Tang Qian bit her lower lip stubbornly, tried her best to control her voice, and said calmly: "You asked him to come back for dinner tonight to sign, and I will give him his share of the money." After a pause, a weird smile appeared on her lips, "I have a relationship with him that is almost signed, you also come over, take the children, and everyone will have a happy New Year." ”

Through the telephone line, Tang Qian felt the ecstatic excitement over there: "Ah! I will say that Sister Qian is the most sensible! Brother Xun is stubborn, I persuade him, you are still his wife, this Chinese New Year's Eve must still have to live with you, you wait for me to call him." ”

Through the glass window of the oven, the soft surface of the ribs breaks the original meat texture under the closed high temperature, and the skin gradually becomes golden and charred.

Tang Qian put on an apron and pulled a box of wedding photos, marriage certificates, land and real estate certificates and some contracts that he had packed to the kitchen.

There is an earthen stove in her kitchen, which is her insistence when it was renovated, and the meals cooked by the wood fire have the smell of the pot at home when she was a child, which is irreplaceable by any other cooking utensils.

She pulled out three slender sticks of dry wood from the sack next to her, stretched them out from the stove, and set them up.

Then take out the marriage certificate, tear off the outer skin, light it, and stuff it into the bottom of the dry wood shelf.

Then there is the wedding photo, and the tongue of fire licks the adhesive tape, emitting a foul smell.

Tang Qian looked at the photo that turned into ashes in the fire: "Yes, do you still keep it for the New Year?!"

The three sticks of firewood were finally ignited after adding the land property certificate, and she added more firewood.

On the stove, the white rice grains are washed twice by the water, then put into the pot and add water.

The crackling sound of the wood in the stove reminded her of the fire that had just graduated from high school, and she was stopped outside the yellow line with her admission letter, until she finally saw her mother in the morgue and the charred corpse of her first love!

There was a "sudden" sound of boiling water in the pot, she pulled out a few sticks of firewood, threw them into the sink to extinguish the fire, pulled a bunch of straw stalks from another sack and stuffed them in, stood up, and took a large towel to cover the pot.

The aroma of the rice began to seep into the smell of the firewood, which was passed against the iron pot and locked by the large towel on top.

The rice was simmering in a pot over low heat, and the soup coriander rubbed his itchy face from the fire and began to wash the vegetables.

The tender green leaves are soaked in rice washing water, then passed through the water twice, and finally placed in the basket waiting for the last moment.

The oven made another "ding" sound, and she pulled the broken hair from her ear, put on thick gloves to hold out the baking sheet, and repeatedly brushed the sauce on the already crispy surface, turned over, and brushed again.

The thick sauce is dissolved by the heat of the ribs, seeping into the still-tender flesh along the cracks of the charred skin.

She turned the oven to 180 degrees, put it back in the oven and pressed it for 20 minutes.

She continued to go back to the earthen stove and add straw to keep the fire low.

After the fire, Zhao Yixun, the good brother of her first boyfriend Zhuang Shize, found her and said that he wanted to help her get out of the predicament.

She originally took the money in the bank and waited to pay the tuition, but at the instigation of Zhao Yixun, she gave up her studies and used the money to open a home-cooked restaurant.

With the unique recipes left for her by her parents, she gradually managed this small shop that gathered hundreds of flavors to be successful.

After that, she gradually changed to a big store, during which she experienced unspeakable hardships such as being forced to move out and being found by local ruffians, and she and Zhao Yixun also established a catering company.

Then she was touched by his company, and the two married when she was twenty-seven years old.

Soon after she got married, she conceived a child and handed over all the qiē to Zhao Yixun to take care of, even including the cookbook.

Until she broke Zhao Yixun and Li Meizhen making out in the office cubicle, she was pushed down by Zhao Yixun, and since then, until she was thirty-seven years old, she has never conceived a child again.

Since then, Zhao Yixun has spoken ill of her every day, and she has been sad every day, and she has wrinkles on her face when she is only in her thirties.

And the pair of dog men and women went to the house unscrupulously, and they were broken by her and punched by Zhao Yixun.

However, afterwards, Zhao Yixun would kneel and admit his mistake, saying that he was just impulsive, and he would cook for her himself, begging her not to leave him.

She was also moved, after all, after all these years of love, she still had residual hope for this man.

It wasn't until last year that she learned that Zhao Yixun had been dragging her, and it was only because she still held part of the company's shares in her hands that she was afraid that she would pretend to be low and pretend to be affectionate.

And the reason why she has been infertile is that every time Zhao Yixun infiltrates contraceptives in her meals, in the long run, she has no ability to get pregnant.

This is the truth that she only learned by hiding in the big closet of her house and overhearing the conversation between the pair of sluts*!

She completely tore her face with Zhao Yixun, resolutely refused to divorce, and let him leave the house.

Zhao Yixun actually fabricated a false certificate of her misappropriation of public funds, and drunk her and threw her next to an unknown man to take a large stack of unsightly photos, in order to coerce her into an unconditional divorce!

Tang Qianxing's eyes widened, and it was not until there was a stinging pain in her palms that she realized that her nails were deeply sunk into her palms.

She tried to relax and continued to add straw to the stove.

The smell of burnt food wafted from the oven as she walked over with ten minutes left.

She mixed a small glass of honey water and pressed the pause.

She took out the ribs and brushed the honey water all over every side, every line, and the kitchen was filled with a salty and sweet aroma.

Satisfied, she put the ribs back in the oven and adjusted for another ten minutes.

The rice in the pot also wafted out the aroma mixed with firewood, and Tang Qian couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

She rubbed her hands between her eyebrows unconsciously, and finally, as if she had made a heavy decision, she took out a paper bag from the pocket of her coat with a grim face—it was the sleeping pill she crushed, and she couldn't sleep without it for a year.

She poured the powder into the sauce in a large bowl and tossed well.

Heat the stove, heat the pan, add the sauce and cook over high heat.

She cut the washed green onions into evenly chopped green onions and served them in a small bowl.

A qiē is ready.

When the oven clangs, the door opens and talks are heard, accompanied by the sound of children singing.

Zhao Yixun already has a slightly convex lower abdomen, but he is not much fatter than his face, and he still maintains the handsomeness of the year, that is, there is a strong wine-colored wealth between his eyebrows.

Young Li Meizhen walked in with her two children next to Zhao Yixun.

This scene stung Tang Qian deeply, she took a few deep breaths, tried to squeeze out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and greeted her.

"Sit down, you'll be all right. She gestured to the table in the dining room.

Over there, the dishes and chopsticks are ready.

Zhao Yixun glanced at her and frowned: "Why is this like this?!"

Tang Qian didn't speak, she lowered her head and smiled meaninglessly, Li Meizhen pulled Zhao Yixun away: "Let's go sit first, don't disturb Sister Qian." ”

Tang Qian's hands secretly clenched into fists - Sister Coriander, Sister Coriander!

You slut!

She endured the numbing pain in her heart and took out the ribs to dry.

As soon as the lid of rice was lifted, the heat rose in the gap between the fat rice.

The two little fat men at the other end of the dinner table immediately shouted-

"It's so fragrant!

"Hurry up, I'm starving!"

Zhao Yixun and Li Meizhen also swallowed their saliva at the same time.

The ribs were cut into middle finger lengths, and the soup coriander took the wooden steak and served six bowls of rice.

As soon as there was a pot of boiling water on the stove and the greens, she quickly beat six eggs in the large pan next to her.

A few large bubbles quickly bubbled up around the edges of the egg, and she added a few spoonfuls of warm water, sprinkled with a little sugar, and drizzled with soy sauce.

After the eggs are fried on the inside and white, the greens are boiled to a tender green color.

She tops each bowl of rice with three ribs and drizzles the boiled sauce over five of them.

Finally, cover each bowl with three greens and cover with an egg.

She does this in one go, just like she usually cooks, without mud and water, and strives to serve the food when the taste is at its best.

She insisted on using wooden chopsticks that Zhao Yixun found unhygienic, and although Li Meizhen wanted to keep eating, she was still attracted by the soft rice grains and the tender ribs on the outside and tender on the inside, and she picked up the rice one after another, biting the meat, as if she didn't know whether it was better to eat meat or eat.

The fragrant white rice is fragrant but not greasy, and the tender meat of the pork ribs is covered with crispy skin, crispy but not rotten.

The two little fat men picked up half a bowl of rice in a few clicks, and kept pouring sauce into the rice.

Although Zhao Yixun is reluctant to admit it, the bowl of rice is really better than Li Meizhen's, and even a few points better than the chef of the restaurant under his own group.

The meal ended quickly, Tang Qian didn't cook other dishes, and Zhao Yixun and Li Meizhen didn't rush to this.

Zhao Yixun said half-truthfully: "This pork rib rice is delicious." ”

Li Meizhen: "Why is it three ribs and three vegetables every time you add rice?"

Tang Qian looked at the dog man and woman with a smile: "Don't you also put three bowls of rice, three chopsticks, three glasses of wine, and three pillars of incense when you go to the grave every year?"

Li Meizhen's face changed greatly, Zhao Yixun threw a bowl on the ground with his hand, and the two little fat men cried.

Tang Qian still said to himself: "The pork ribs are roasted at high temperature, the rice is smoldered on high fire, and the skin and bones are fried. ”

Zhao Yixun pointed at Tang Qian and scolded: "What kind of heart do you have for the Chinese New Year! Just the virtue of you and your mother, no wonder your father ran away without waiting for you to be weaned! I brought the divorce agreement! I also brought the share transfer contract! You quickly signed it! The house deed was given to me, and the share authorization letter was given to me! Everyone will go their own way in the future!"

Tang Qian laughed loudly, looked at him and said sadly: "I was in the stove just now, and I burned it all for you." ”

Li Meizhen couldn't hold back the appearance of a good wife and mother at this time, and jumped to her feet on the spot: "Tang Qian, you are really a father who has no mother to raise!

Tang Qian played with the lighter in her hand, watching her not speak, Li Meizhen was stunned and hid behind Zhao Yixun.

After Li Meizhen learned that this was just Tang Qian's desire to defeat and celebrate, she pulled Zhao Yixun: "Brother Xun, let's go, don't waste time with this crazy woman." She sniffed, "Why does this room smell weird......

Zhao Yixun also sneered: "Tang Qian, do you think you are so angry with me? Win me? I'll tell you, your mother and your first love burned to death back then, do you remember? Do you know who set the fire? I put it! I was drawing your family's recipe from the beginning! You still crashed in stupidly, look at your disgusting appearance!"

Tang Qian's hands stiffened: "What did you say?"

Zhao Yixun turned around and comforted Li Meizhen: "I have wronged you Meizhen all these years......" and then turned his head with a vicious look, "Do you think you are my wife? If it weren't for this broken recipe, I wouldn't have married you, a watery poplar!"

Tang Qian only felt that her head was blank, and her eyes didn't know how to stare at it, she remembered the two corpses that were burned beyond recognition, her notice, her recipe......

Li Meizhen's hands and feet suddenly became weak, she pulled Zhao Yixun and said, "Brother Xun, I don't think something is right, my head is so dizzy......"

She fainted before she finished speaking, and the cries of the two little fat men were lowered and slumped to the side.

Zhao Yixun's eyes widened angrily, and he pointed at Tang Qian: "You slut......

Tang Qian looked at him and said, "When I went to the kitchen just now, the gas leaked at home, and the doors and windows were closed properly...... she suddenly gritted her teeth and stared at Zhao Yixun, who was already vain, "You guys, all of you! Go! Die!"

With a "snap", the lighter ignited.

There was a "boom", and the entire small two-story house was enveloped in a ball of fire.

Tang Qian watched Zhao Yixun struggle in the fire, and laughed heartily until he also lost consciousness......