Low clay tile kitchen

"Grandma, today is the third sister's birthday, fry a poached egg for her. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wen Hanmei was picking up a large plate of water spinach, and asked without raising her head.

"There are no eggs at home, so I took those ten eggs to the commune brigade early this morning and sold them in exchange for lard, otherwise there would be no oil to fry vegetables now." Chen Chunhui's face showed embarrassment.

"Yes, didn't you have lard residue in the frying oil just now? Chen Chunhui suddenly snickered.

"Yes. See! It's all here. Wen Hanmei took out a small bowl of fried crispy oil residue from the corner of the stove.

"You will divide the oil residue into 2 parts, pick some of the lean meat and fishy ones out, and put the non-lean ones into the clay pot, and then cut some white radishes and throw them in and mix them together on high heat and boil until the white radish and the oil residue are mixed, and it's almost the same."

"What about the other half?" Wen Hanmei asked puzzled.

"The other half of the oil residue is first packed in a saucer, and there are several spoons of sugar at home, and they will all be taken out and sprinkled on the side of the oil residue in the saucer." Chen Chunhui instructed Wen Hanmei.

"Sister, what a good dish to make, it's so fragrant." Wen smelled the fragrance wafting from the clay pot in a second, and jumped in.

"Little glutton, I won't be able to cook until Abba comes back from work." Wen Hanmei solemnly pushed Wen out of the lime floor outside the kitchen for a second.

Wen Peicheng carried the urine bucket back to the brick staircase at the door, and saw Wen Yi's probe waiting for him at the door of the staircase.

"Abba, you're finally back, I'm so hungry, I want to eat." Wen rushed to Wen Peicheng happily for a second.

"If you're hungry, eat first, don't wait for me." Wen Peicheng looked at Wen lovingly for a second, her round eyes were very similar to her grandmother, and people couldn't bear to let her suffer the slightest grievance.

"The eldest sister said that there are good dishes today, and we can't start the meal until Abba comes back." Wen kept swallowing as he spoke.

"I'll wash my hands and come." Wen Peicheng's stomach was already rumbling.

When do people think everything is delicious? Answer, when you are hungry.

"It's served, Abba sit down." Wen Hanmei said as she put the hot clay pot on the table, and suddenly opened the lid of the clay pot, and a simmering smell came to her nose, only to see that the color of the radish and the oil residue were mixed into one, and the oil residue was softly laid around the large white radish, which was full of aroma.

"It's so fragrant, can we eat?" Wen Manchun picked up the chopsticks and wanted to grab a piece of radish.

"Eat this first, this one is even more crispy and sweet." Chen Chunhui took out the other half of the oil residue and some white sugar to keep it hot.

"Man Chun, today is your birthday, there are no eggs at home, it's delicious to make these for you, you pick up a piece of oil residue and dip it in some sugar to eat one, feel the taste."

"Only Manchun and Abba can eat today, and we eat porridge." Chen Chunhui declared.

"Great!" Wen Manchun picked up a piece of fried crispy to white oil residue, the oil residue layer with a little lean layer, maroon red and white, crispy, hard and crispy, it looked like an appetite. Wen Manchun picked up some white sugar and put it in his mouth.

"It's delicious, it's delicious." The wonderful taste overflowed in Wen Manchun's mouth and slowly dispersed, and she couldn't help singing.

"I'm going to eat it too," Wen looked at his sister's expression of enjoyment for a second, and muttered impatiently.

"Let's all eat." Chen Chunhui opened his voice, and several small hands hugged the plate containing the lard residue together.

In the sound of chirping, the lard residue went to the stomach with a crackling fragrance.

"Now let's start eating our most precious dish, turnips as pork." Chen Chunhui smiled happily as he spoke.

"Manchun, our family doesn't have money to buy pork, now you see, radish and pork are the same color, you should treat these as pork. Come, take some pork and eat it. Chen Chunhui beckoned the child while holding a piece.

"Let's eat pork!" Wen Manchun shouted loudly, and at the same time took a piece himself.

"This tastes good pork." Wen Peicheng praised Chen Chunhui while eating.

"Pork is delicious." Wen Xiying echoed.

Misunderstanding is a coincidence, and troubles are found by one's own careful eyes, the speaker has no intention, and the listener has a heart.

"It's really a bunch of people who have suffered a thousand cuts, they take care of their own food, and they don't call themselves elders when they have meat, and they have no conscience." Concubine Luo walked across the floor at the door of Wen Peicheng's kitchen, while driving a few chickens, pointing at Sang and scolding Huai.

"It's not good, Grandma, Grandma seems to be accusing us. Wen Hanmei stopped holding the chopsticks of the radish and whispered.

"Grandma, come in and eat." Wen Peicheng got up in panic and shouted respectfully to the door while putting the radish he picked up into his mouth.

Concubine Luo said in her mouth, "Why are you calling me, I have eaten enough at your brother's house, and walked into the low tile kitchen with her head down."

When she walked in, her face was slightly happy, but when she saw the clay pot on the wooden platform, she was instantly angry, and soon sneered and bent down and walked out.

"Grandma, don't you want to eat something or something?" Wen Peicheng hurriedly asked.

"Are you embarrassed to let me eat, and you have a pot of glutinous rice leftovers left for me to eat? Concubine Luo glanced at the tiled house on the floor, and snorted coldly slightly.

"Grandma, it's really not a dumpling of rice, it's just a pot of radish, it's just that the children love to joke and treat it as pork," Wen Peicheng explained eatingly.

"Come on, it's all over after eating, why are you so perfect in disguise, I'm not a starving ghost, it's good to have me as a grandma in your heart."

"It's just that some people, some people, have the heart, need to know what is old, young and young, respect for the old and love for the young should be known from the mother's womb, don't think that you can ignore me with a little ink in your stomach." Concubine Luo stared at the kitchen door for a long time, and then said in a cold tone.

"Grandma, it's really the same as Pei Cheng said, I didn't buy pork today, I just bought lard to fry, and the rest is oil residue, just joking with the children. There are no delicious dishes for this meal, so I didn't call you to eat," Chen Chunhui bowed out of the kitchen door, stood up straight, and explained.

"Humph! Speaking is better than singing, and I don't even understand the most basic etiquette, so it's no wonder that I can't give birth to a son. "Concubine Luo has to inch in.

"You blame me for not being able to give birth to a son? You could have asked your son to change his wife. Chen Chunhui changed color almost instantly, she has been bearing this heavy topic, silently bearing the gossip of others, silently bearing all the things that come out of nothing.

Picking bones in eggs, a person is wrong in everything, walking wrong, eating wrong, opening and closing eyes, and even breathing is wrong.

Chen Chunhui felt that he no longer wanted to sink into this kind of helplessness that was difficult to break free, when the mouse laughed at the cat, there must be a hole next to him, and she was the mouse without a hole, but she let it go and didn't care.

"You listen, you listen, listen to what she said, it's just a crime, and you don't have any respect." Concubine Luo grabbed the handle and pulled the topic more and more.

"Grandma, you know she didn't mean to offend you at all." Wen Peicheng helped explain.

"You're still protecting your wife? What's the use of me raising you that big? Concubine Luo simply cried with tears in her eyes.

There is no cure

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Real life tells you that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is the most difficult relationship in the world to analyze. Everyone naively thinks that their mother is better than their mother-in-law, and you must know that your mother may also be someone else's mother-in-law; In fact, it's not because your mother is more understanding than your mother-in-law, but you can't treat your mother-in-law like a mother, and your mother-in-law can't treat you like a daughter, but you have to live under one roof.

Therefore, the eternal and unchanging Shura field was created.