The new neighbors all showed a polite and civilized side, they smiled on their faces, greeted each other, praised each other, passed by, and left each other's elegant backs.

Mrs. Mai pushed open the door of her house, walked in, laid the basket heavily on the table, and sat down on the chair, feeling only a depressed breath in her chest.

I won't praise me for buying celery, and I deliberately said "one". This is a joke that our family is stingy and buys less groceries. It's similar to the merchant in the Northeast before, the same uneducated, and the big bowl for eating can wash his face.

A decent person like Mrs. Mai lives a delicate life, and a celery can be used for several meals. In the morning, you can make a small cold dish, a few pieces of celery with a few peanuts. At noon, you can make an egg soup and garnish with a few green celery leaves. In the evening, you can also stir-fry a serving of celery shredded pork.

In general, if you eat a celery three or five times, it is a waste if you can't finish it. So Mrs. Mak always picks medium-sized ones.

The neighbor who was a female worker who had just said hello joked that she only bought a celery. This belongs to the different attitudes of life, and the delicate process of the days is different. In fact, Mrs. Mak can simply understand and forgive these vulgar female working neighbors.

They used an iron pot to fry vegetables, and they asked for three or five celeries at a time, and they didn't even put them on a plate, but put them directly on the table, with a frightening steamed bun as big as a human head, and the whole family ate together.

The place that made Mrs. Mai's chest tightness and shortness of breath the most unbearable, and she was so depressed that she wanted to go crazy. She also bought a fresh hen. Because the hen was placed in the depths of the vegetable basket, it was covered by celery. So it wasn't even discovered by the neighbors.

For Shanghainese, let relatives, friends and neighbors know that we eat hens at home. It's more important than eating the hen itself.

Mrs. Mak sat down in her chair and rested for a while, and her breath was gone. Stood up again. In fact, the neighbor who bought the hen did not see it, and there is still a remedy.

The layout of the Shikumen house in Shanghai is a square patio at the entrance, the first two floors of the two-and-a-half-story building are symmetrical, and the third floor has a sundeck, and the bottom of the sundeck is commonly known as the "pavilion room".

All seven families who live here share a common kitchen. Because there are a lot of people. The housewives are very scheming, and they also have a briquette stove in their rooms. The tin stove is easy to move. In the summer, it can be placed at the door.

When I cook small dishes, I cook them at home, and when I cook big dishes, I go to the common kitchen. The big event of Mrs. Mai's family eating hens every day is, of course, going to the public kitchen.

Mrs. Mai's house* eats. All day long, the mellow smell of this shikumen house was so strong that it was necessary to climb over the high courtyard wall. Spread out into the streets.

The neighbors finally found out and greeted Mrs. Mak with a smile:

"Mrs. Mak. Stewed chicken that! ”

Mrs. Mak's gentle humility said:

"This chicken is not rotten, I have to divide the two stoves, don't delay your cooking, I'll move it!"

Her neighbor waved his hand amicably:

"It doesn't matter. We eat noodles at home, and it's very fast. ”

Mrs. Mai was stewing chicken in the kitchen, and the taste was so strong. Her new neighbor has a little hairy head in the house. Xiao Maotou looked like he was two or three years old, watched by his grandfather. Little hairy head is free to move. He stood not far away and looked at the pot. Sticking his little finger into his mouth and biting it, Harazi dripped.

Mrs. Mak made a nervous look to come:

"You have to be careful, stay far away, such an oil pan can burn people to death. You are obedient, when the chicken is cooked, I will give you a piece to eat. ”

Xiao Maotou understood her words and nodded obediently. When the chicken was ready, Mrs. Mai really kept her credit, pierced a piece of grape-sized chicken with chopsticks, blew it cold, handed it to Xiao Maotou, and coaxed him to play.

Xiao Maotou went home, and his whole family knew about it. Mrs. Mai gave the little hairy head meat to eat.

Early the next morning, Mrs. Mak went out with her basket to buy vegetables, and she went to pick the tender shallots first. Because it was a shallot, she was a little small, so she bought two. Then go to the pork seller's stall. Bargained and bought four taels of pork with five or five flowers. The pork seller wanted to put the meat directly in her basket.

Mrs. Mak waved her hand angrily and asked the butcher to thread it with a hemp rope. Carry a large vegetable basket with shallots in one hand and pork belly in the other. When you go home, be careful not to let the lard rub against your clothes.

She doesn't want to make the mistake of yesterday, and she must let her neighbors know about such a serious incident as buying pork belly at home.

Very lucky, when she entered the door, she happened to meet the neighbor who was a female worker going out, and the two greeted each other affectionately.

One said:

"Our little Maotou ate the stewed chicken at Mrs. Mai's house yesterday, and the child's mouth was greedy, which made Mrs. Mai laugh."

Mrs. Mak waved her hand and said:

"Don't tight, don't tight, a little chicken is nothing, I actually forgot to buy pork belly yesterday, in fact, I have a secret, add some pork belly slices to the chicken soup to cook it together, and when it's done today, then give Xiao Maotou a bowl, this is my real craft!"

The female worker hurriedly waved her hand to say goodbye, and the new neighbor said goodbye in a friendly and cordial manner.

At noon, Mrs. Mak brought a small bowl of chicken soup to Xiao Maotou's house, and after Xiao Maotou finished eating the chicken soup, his grandfather sent the bowl back, and the bowl was filled with wine-stuffed rice balls.

In this way, the relationship between the two families will be better. The family of the weavers is also very filial, and they always have to beat a corner of Shaoxing wine every day for the old lady to eat, with a dime of smoked fish.

Mr. Mak saw the food and clothing of the new neighbor very much. So I often talk to the old man about a few words "not high".

On this day, Mr. Mai rested at home and saw the old man of the textile family supervising Xiao Maotou playing in the patio, and propping up a small square table in the shade, on which Shaoxing wine, smoked fish, and dried tofu were placed.

It happened that Mr. Mai was bored, so he walked over again and talked to the old lady for a few days. The more they talked, the more speculative they became, and they planned to drink a good pot, when Mr. Mai stretched out his hand and beckoned a seven-year-old boy from his family. And he was commanded to say,

"You go to Da Dong Roast Duck Restaurant, ask for a duck, and ask the guy to eat it in three and make it, duck meat, duck offal, and fried bones with salt and pepper. Then I want a jar of Shaoxing wine in the corner grocery store, which is half-white. ”

The little boy of his family took the order and ran out. Such a little boy must only be used for running errands. So after a while, the guy from the roast duck restaurant personally delivered the duck goods, and even brought Shaoxing wine.

Mr. Mak saw that the guy could do things, and gave the guy a dime as a reward.

The guy from Da Dong's roast duck restaurant took the money, bent down and bowed, thanked the reward, and left.

…… (To be continued.) )