"Mother, just scramble an egg for Dad, what's it worth?" I really can't get used to seeing my mother treat my father like this. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoHow much does it cost to scramble an egg, it's really not a good dish. If my father wants to eat it, he will do it, and it's not that there is a shortage of these two eggs at home.

"Eggs are not worth anything, then they are hungry, they cost more food, they have to spend oil, they have to spend wine, and they don't have to waste it." Mrs. Li scolded her daughter. Mrs. Li is not an account of two eggs, but a big account.

Scrambled eggs with leeks, if a family of four eats, how can two eggs be enough. When he asked his son to come back, he had to add another dish, rice, firewood, oil and salt, and at this time, Li Xiucai must have to drink some wine. Calculated inside and out, the cost is more than two eggs.

Ignoring his daughter, he quickly chopped the leeks while they were fresh, and mixed them into the stuffing of vermicelli pickles. The advantage of putting vermicelli stuffing is that you don't have to squeeze the water, and the water from the leeks when they meet the salt is all eaten by the vermicelli.

But Mrs. Li saw that her daughter was still standing on the side, so she looked at her like that. Mrs. Li was really afraid of her, so she could only take two eggs out, beat them carefully, and spread them into a thin egg cake in the oil pot.

At this time, I have to say that Mrs. Li's craftsmanship is good, just two eggs, let her spread out four or five egg cakes, wait for the egg cake to cool, and then cut it into a filament like a vermicelli, and mix it into the filling.

"Call your brother back in the evening, and we'll eat dumplings." Mrs. Li made up her mind.

Li Ping smiled and turned back to fight with her loom. She didn't bother to ask whether dumplings without meat were considered dumplings. Anyway, the buns she ate in the morning, she thought they tasted good. Anyway, it's better than the previous gastrodia porridge. Mrs. Li has a pair of very dexterous hands, and she is absolutely sure that the dumplings at night will be very delicious. She now devotes all her heart to weaving.

She can weave now, although she is not as fast as Li Niangzi, but she really knows how to do it. However, she still didn't know if she was right to waste a lot of time on this every day, it was really useless.

A piece of white cloth is only four pieces of silver, and with the speed of her hands, she can't weave a piece of cloth in a month. Then she was afraid that she would be kicked out of the door by her in-laws, and she would be too loser.

But before she could come up with anything more lucrative, she had to weave at home honestly. Although the weaving is a little stuffy.

In the evening, she and Mrs. Li made dumplings together, Mrs. Li because her son was coming back, although she did not put meat, but she fried these fat dumplings with oil.

The bottom of the dumplings is fried to a golden brown, and it is mouth-watering to look at. Now Li Ping feels that it is a happy thing to follow Mrs. Li, even if it is such an ordinary and cheap thing, it can be so tempting.

But Da Lang didn't come back in the evening, he was actually quite busy in the shop, for a meal of dumplings, it's really not enough. And Zeng Fan was lucky and came to return the book. He had looked at it last night, and he knew it was good, but now he didn't need it. This is Li Xiucai's hard work, he doesn't dare to put this around and damage it.

This time, Li Xiucai remembered to keep the meal, Zeng Fan refused, but he was still brought into the courtyard by Li Xiucai.

Just as Li Ping came out of the kitchen with a plate, she looked up and saw the young man next to her father. The teenager was also looking at her. The teenager is shy!

"Just eating!" Mrs. Li came out and saw it, and hurriedly shouted.

Four large plates of dumplings, each the size of Li Ping's fist, Li Ping now does not have the shyness of appreciating her fiancé just now. What she struggled with was, how to eat it, like a bun, and nibble on it in her hand?

"Fan'er, I don't know you're coming, otherwise my mother-in-law will put meat in it. Home-cooked meals, you eat a little more. At this time, Mrs. Li couldn't take care of her daughter, so she hurriedly pushed a plate of dumplings to him.

"Eat quickly, I'll send you back after eating." Li Xiucai hurriedly said.

"No, little ......" Zeng Fan wanted to say his son-in-law, but he glanced at Li Ping again, a little embarrassed, and his face turned red again.

"It's okay, it's okay, let your father-in-law move by the way." Mrs. Li waved her hand and pushed the small bowl with bean paste to him, "If the taste is not enough, dip it yourself." ”

Zeng Fan could only blush and bow his head to eat dumplings.

Li Ping didn't look at Zeng Fan, for her, how to eat this dumpling is more important. She has small hands, and the Li family's chopsticks are the most common bamboo chopsticks in the market, which is a bit thick for her. Originally, it was difficult to hold it, but it was even more difficult to use this to clamp the fist-sized dumpling. I can't help but look up to see how everyone eats.

Needless to say, their parents are big and have big hands, which is not a problem for them. Look at Zeng Fan again, he is thirteen years old, and his hands are actually much bigger than hers, but look at it, his fingers are very good-looking, except for the ink cocoon on the first knuckle of the middle finger that can no longer be washed off.

She lowered her head while he didn't look up. Now I really want to get off the table and go to the room to eat. I can finally grasp it with my hands.

"Erya, why don't you eat?" Li Xiucai finally saw her daughter holding the dumpling plate in a daze.

"It's too big to clip." Li Ping was so moved that she cried, and looked at her father aggrievedly.

"Really, really, you don't want to be small." Li Xiucai looked at her daughter's little face and hurriedly said to his wife.

"Here you go." Mrs. Li was speechless, and stuffed the wooden spoon on the dipping sauce to her.

Li Ping studied it, and could only hold a wooden spoon in her left hand and chopsticks in her right hand, put the dumplings on the spoon and hold them, pressed them with chopsticks, and finally delivered the dumplings to her mouth.

It's delicious! Although there are not many eggs, the leeks are juicy, with salty and fresh pickles and mild vermicelli, and there is some egg fragrance when chewed, "Mother, it's delicious." ”

"Well, you know how to eat." Mrs. Li smiled, but still stroked her daughter.

Zeng Fan's face turned even redder when he saw Li Ping's smile. Maybe on this day, he didn't taste dumplings.

The size of a fist, like a small bun, Li Ping really can't eat a few. Mrs. Li saw that she didn't eat it, so she hurriedly asked Zeng Fan to eat more. Zeng Fan was not too embarrassed to eat, and when he saw that Li Ping put down the chopsticks, he put them down together.

Zeng Fan ate two more than Li Ping, and Mrs. Li was not reluctant, she took a food box, filled the raw dumplings that had just not been fried and handed them to Zeng Fan, "It's not a good thing, take it back and give it to your grandfather to taste." ”

Zeng Fan couldn't excuse himself, thanked Mrs. Li, and sent a lantern home by Li Xiucai, of course, Li Xiucai didn't send it to the door, so he could see the courtyard of Zeng's house, so he stopped and signaled him to go back quickly.

"Father-in-law!"

"Go back, I should have gone in to say hello to your grandfather, but it was a little abrupt, so forget it." Li Xiucai smiled and thought about it, "I'll keep the book for you, it's great that you don't read impatiently." ”

"Yes!" Zeng Fan took the food box and looked deeply at his father-in-law, and suddenly thought of his brother's words in the morning, and his younger brother asked him to withdraw from his family, even if he didn't look at Erya, just looking at his father-in-law, he couldn't bear it.