Chapter 3: The Eating Turmoil
As he spoke, a man of nearly forty walked in with a bundle of wood on his arm. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info was dressed in old clothes, his face was dark, and his face could vaguely see the handsome appearance of his youth.
Dong Banshan put down the firewood and said to his son, "It's so hot, you go to the side and rest, I'll burn it." ”
Dong Ping'an occupied the position and didn't leave, "Dad, you go to your uncle to talk, I'll burn it." ”
Dong Banshan couldn't fight, so he went out with a smile.
"Mother, I'll pick the beans, you go cut the meat." Ruyi places the washed meat on a dipping plate. Then squat down and pick out the beans with insect eyes, and fold the good beans into sections.
"It's not done yet, the action is still so slow, if you don't want to do it, just say it early."
Zhu walked into the kitchen and saw this daughter-in-law's face dark, and he didn't agree with this daughter-in-law coming to the door, but his eldest son still liked her, ahhhh
"Mother, there are two more dishes, and they will be ready right away." Liu wiped the sweat from his forehead and kept waving the spatula in his hand.
Zhu Shi stuck one hand in his waist, pointed to her nose and scolded, "Ah, you didn't see my roots walking so far home, I was already hungry, and I was still slow, I know that you didn't have a good conscience and let you cook something, you are angry, right?" ”
"Grandmother, you are wrong to blame your mother, it is your grandson who is not burning, if you want to scold, scold your grandson." Dong Ping'an, who was burning the fire next to him, was talking to his mother.
Although the Zhu family doesn't like the eldest son's family, the one in front of him is her grandson, "Move faster." ”
Liu Shi was busy on the side and replied with a smile, "Mother, I know, bring the fried dishes to the table, set the dishes and chopsticks, and then you can start." ”
When eating at home, girls are not allowed to serve on the table, so they find a place to eat by themselves with vegetables.
The grandmother sat on the main seat, and the child sat next to her, and the others sat next to her.
As soon as the Zhu family said to start, the Zhao family in the second room desperately sandwiched the meaty dishes in the bowl, and the whole pile was high, and after sandwiching her son's smooth, he sandwiched his own.
She is obese herself, and her movements are not slow at all. Every time you clip a chopstick dish, a big mouth will open it.
Zhu saw Gen's daughter-in-law serving vegetables to her favorite grandson on the side, and smiled.
When she saw it, she clamped it for herself, and she was furious at the moment, and knocked Zhao's hand with chopsticks, "Short-lived ghost, you haven't started eating yet." ”
Zhao didn't care about her, holding his son and grunting on the side.
Dong Pingkang sat next to his eldest brother, stretched out the rice bowl in his hand, and asked his brother to help pick up the vegetables.
Dong Ping'an looked at his younger brother, with small buns hanging on both sides, a pair of big eyes on his bulging little face, listening to his sister's words, he was cute. Although he is only 6 years old, he is naughty, and he will not go home every time he doesn't eat.
And every time I go home, I'm dirty. "Which dish are you going to eat?"
Dong Pingkang stretched his neck and pointed to a few dishes he liked and said, "This, that." ”
When he saw a bowl full of dishes, he hugged and ate it with a satisfied face.
In the past, every time his mother picked up vegetables, there were few dishes, and he was always scolded by his grandmother, and the child also had his own little cleverness, and later he found that his brother was rarely scolded for picking vegetables, so he asked his brother to pick up vegetables.
There are only poor Ruyi and Rumei at home, and they don't have the right to serve at the table.
Rumei in the second room held the bowl, squeezed around her mother, pulled her sleeves and asked her to pick up the vegetables, Zhao impatiently pinched a few chopsticks and didn't care, "Enough, enough, your father hasn't eaten yet." ”
Ruyi also took a bowl of rice, and the rice was cooked with rice and some grains. I sandwiched a few chopsticks and beans on the table, and was about to sandwich a few more pieces of meat to eat. Although there is a butcher shop in the village, you can't eat it once or twice a month.
Zhu gritted his teeth when he saw it, and hurriedly hit it with chopsticks again. "One by one, they will eat ghosts, is this meat for you to eat? It's for your uncle. A woman, I also want to have this life to eat."
Numi, is the meaning of a girl.
Ruyi was scolded for being embarrassed and eating a piece of meat, is it necessary to do this? However, his life was really bad, and when he came to a backward ancient countryside, he met an eccentric grandmother who favored sons over daughters.
"Mother, just let Yi'er eat it, there is so much meat, enough to eat." Dong Banshan has loved this daughter since she was a child, and when she saw her mother scolding her daughter, she couldn't help but persuade her.
Zhu Shi dropped the bowl and scolded, "A girl, she will marry in two years, she is always someone else's, and she still wants to eat her head and think beautifully." ”
Dong Banshan touched his nose, "Mother, Yi'er is so thin, I have to make up for it more." ”
"Ah, you unfilial son, now you dare to contradict the old lady." Zhu scolded angrily, and the three-character scripture kept coming out of his mouth.
An honest man had no choice but to resist his mother's spit and slowly chew the rice in his mouth.
"Mother, it's time to eat, your saliva has fallen into the dish." Dong Bangen on the side said impatiently.
Zhu was silent when he heard his youngest son speak. Sit down on a stool and start eating.
After Zhao finished eating the dishes in the bowl, he went to the table again. A pair of chopsticks flipped over in the dish, and when I saw a piece of meat, I quickly clamped it.
Zhu wanted to get angry several times, but when he saw his youngest son's expression, he could only grind his teeth and put it down.
After lunch, a few village men came to the house, pulling Dong Bangen out to play, all of whom he usually played from childhood to adulthood.
In the afternoon, Liu was weaving cloth in the room again, and Zhao and her children didn't know which house to go to play in the village.
Dong Banshan took out the leaves of the sunflower tree that had been dried for a few days and prepared to make a few fans.
Ruyi looked at it surprisingly from the sidelines and asked, "Dad, what is this for?" ”
"It's hot, make a few fans." Dong Banshan said as he ripped off both sides of one of the pu fan leaves, then picked up another one and began to pull it.
Ruyi sat next to him and began to pull the leaves like his father, Dong Banshan pointed out on the side, "The two sides should be the same width, so as to keep the balance on both sides of the fan and look good." ”
Pull the leaves and take scissors to cut off the surrounding branches and leaves and cut them into a fan shape. Then hammer the fan handle.
Dong Banshan put the hammered ones in a pile, and then said, "When you bake it when you cook at night, it will become white and beautiful." After a few bakes, let your mother sew it with thread bones and you're ready to use.
Ruyi has never played with this, and finally has a handicraft made by herself, holding her father's hand, and saying that they will bake together at night.
Dong Ping'an wanted to go out with reluctant wishes,
"Rest assured,
Dad will keep it, if you don't go out again, the sun will go down, and tomorrow the pigs will not be eaten"
Dong Ruyi grimaced at him, "Got it, housekeeper, no, housekeeper." ”
Dong Pingkang put his hands at the door, half of his body was in the house, but his head was stretched out of the door, full of tears, looking like he was sending his relatives away, "My brother is going out again, don't take me to play." ”
Dong Ping'an turned around and touched his head and smiled, "Brother is going to work, you don't want to go to Huzi and them to play, go quickly." ”