It's been two months, and it's been two months since Mingzhu arrived here, but he has never touched a bit of meat, and he ate a bowl of egg custard when he was seriously ill. This is simply sorry for the aristocratic status of Mingzhu Baoyi.

Planning tonight's menu in her heart, Mingzhu walked quickly to the vegetable market. The little faces covered with vegetables began to glow.

As in the others, the most expensive pork here is not thigh meat or pork ribs, but pork belly with white flower fat. Mingzhu didn't want to believe that the unidentified object with red shredded meat the size of a fingernail on the white lard was called pork belly.

As for the internal organs, except for the heart, liver, lungs and the like, the others are all materials that are taken back to feed the dogs without money.

Market demand determines the price of the product. The most popular ones tend to be very expensive.

In this feudal dynasty with a strict spiritual cleanliness, internal organs belong to dirty and unclean, eating things that will defile the soul, and the heart, liver and lungs belong to the five elements, and it is okay to eat them. It's like a pig going into the water, and I feel that I am defiled at a glance, and I want to go to the Buddha hall to clean it well.

But even those pigs that feed the dogs go into the water, and Mingzhu can't afford to eat them, because the butcher wants to take them home and feed them to the dogs, and you don't buy meat, why give it to you.

After learning the reality of this kind of torture, Mingzhu's spirit was sluggish for half a month, depressed, so that Mrs. Wuya kept worrying that the little girl was left behind by the root of the disease, and secretly cried for a few nights.

Cover your face/Tears flowed these days, people don't live as well as dogs.

I bought an old hen, this one is more expensive, it cost 300 Wen, a pound of lard, 500 Wen (paralysis, more expensive than the old hen), a basin of pig intestines, tube bones, and finally, with the remaining scraps of copper money in my hand, I asked for a pair of ribs and a pound of lean meat.

The total cost was 900 wen.

Carrying heavy ingredients, Mingzhu really felt that this was really cheap, thinking that before, a pound of pork ribs could be sold for thirty-five, and this kind of gap in her heart made her want to look at the boss of Hu Meat.

Now the price of this kind of cabbage makes Mingzhu decide to get some back to improve the food every once in a while.

It doesn't seem that I can't afford to eat it, but I can't eat it.

The road is very far, the place where Mingzhu's family lives is a place bordering the Han people and the banner people, and the Manchurians who can live here are not rich, but they all have a wild and arrogant nature, and they are rampant in the countryside. It's not bad, at least I'm able to eat meat and drink a lot of wine.

Like Mingzhu's family, such a pure (bitter) and simple (forced) storage zài is even rarer than the giant panda.

Thinking of the two family members waiting for him to come home, Mingzhu's heart was on fire. The pace is also increasing. In the end, the whole person took a leap forward.

Turning into Hulu Alley, I saw the honest figure squatting at the door from a distance. Mingzhu's eyes couldn't help but burst into a few tears, ripped the corners of her mouth, and increased the pace of her feet.

Antai had been sitting here all morning, during which the children around him came to play with him, but he couldn't help but go, his eyes kept staring at the mouth of the alley, and he was reluctant to blink.

The moment I saw the pearl, a smile immediately bloomed on my simple and honest face. Greeted him.

Approaching Mingzhu, he naturally stretched out his hand to take the big bag of things from his sister, revealing a calm smile, "Sister, I was very obedient today and didn't go out of the alley." After speaking, it was as if he had completed a very important thing, with a proud face.

"Really? Brother is awesome, I bought a lot of delicious food today, I'll give it to you later. "As soon as my brother came, her things were taken with her, and she seemed much more generous.

She looked around, and then leaned into Antai's ear and whispered, "Brother, I bought osmanthus cake for you, Qing Fengxiang." ”

Antai's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this. Just as I was about to be excited, I saw my sister raise her finger and whispered "shh~~". Quickly closed his mouth, and even wanted to raise his hand to cover his mouth, but the weight of his hand made his movements suppressed.

Mrs. Wu Ya was sitting in the courtyard at this time, basking in the sun and playing with her hair, her whole body was warm, and she felt that even the stuffiness and heaviness in her body had been reduced a lot.

Listening to a dull squeak, as soon as I turned around, I saw a tall and a short figure walking in, talking very affectionately, and the voice gradually came.

Mrs. Wuya's sad face was also a little lighter at this time, after going through so many tribulations, she thought that her heart should have been numb a long time ago, but it was because of this pair of pure and true children that she could continue to drag her crippled body to continue to survive.

His eyes fell on the small figure, the girl was wearing a pale cyan dress, a little white, and there were even a few small patches on the corners of the clothes. His black hair hung down in a thick braid, and a wide pale cyan ribbon was tied at the end. Although the face is not good, the vitality of a girl who can't be stopped is the girl's thin and small figure, which makes Mrs. Wuya can't stop feeling sad.

This child has suffered a lot since he was a child, and for a pair of children, Mrs. Wu Ya is most sorry for the eldest son, and the one who loves and blames herself the most is Xiaomingzhu.

She didn't wait long to be immersed in compassion, and she was pulled back to her heart by the little girl's chirping.

"E-Niang, E-Niang, today's Luozi sold for five taels of silver, this will be able to catch some better herbs, and also, I also bought an old hen back, I will stew it for you to replenish your body in a while, you will get better soon." Approaching Eniang lying on the rocking chair, her heart couldn't stop being sour. Obviously only in his forties, but he is like an old lady, her hair is black and white, although she is meticulously tied behind her head, she looks decadent, her cheeks are emaciated, yellow and black, her cheekbones are also high and prominent, her lips are also thin, blue and white, and there is a layer of dry skin, which looks a little mean, but Mingzhu knows how soft her heart is.

"Oh, I've sold so much, our pearl is really amazing, just keep taking the previous medicine, don't waste any more money." Mrs. Wu Ya couldn't help coughing, swallowing her saliva, wiping away the dryness of her throat, and then said softly.

"Eniang, our life will get better and better, you can take care of your injuries, don't worry about the money, our family will get better and better." Mingzhu's nose was sore, she reached out to hold Eniang's skinny palm, blinked her dry eyes, and smiled at Eniang.

"Silly boy, I'm sorry for you." Mrs. Wuya's cloudy eyes burst into tears, and she began to weep bitterly. This stupid boy was dragged like this by himself.

"Eniang, it's going to get better, you just need to guard me and my brother." Holding Eniang, who was crying, Mingzhu comforted in a low voice, shook her head at her brother, and didn't let him come up to make trouble.

Seeing E-Niang hugging her little sister and crying, Antai was at a loss for a while, he didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that he couldn't make trouble or lose his temper at this time.

Yes, it will be fine in one qiē. Mrs. Wu Ya thought that the yarn she and Mingzhu knitted could be sold for so much money this month, and she would get better as soon as she could, and her spirit had improved a lot recently, and she could hold on for a while longer than before.

When the time comes, Mrs. Wu Ya held back the sourness of her nose, wiped away her tears, and rubbed the top of her daughter's dark head.

Mingzhu didn't notice that E-Niang was already helping her find a husband, and when she saw E-Niang's sadness, she chattered that she had bought a lot of things, and also turned out osmanthus cakes to share with everyone.

For a while, the small courtyard was finally filled with laughter, the dilapidated courtyard was more vibrant, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun poured in.

In these years, the hard-working single Wang will always have a few good dishes, frying, stir-frying, steaming, boiling, frying, roasting, roasting, and marinating.

Living alone, you can't eat outside every day, and you always have to have a few opportunities to fire a month.

The fat oil is refined into lard, and the golden oil residue is put up to dry, and it will be wrapped in the flower roll for a while, and the fragrant oil residue flower roll is the pearl's specialty. The lard was served in a small crockpot, which was the oil for the next month. It's a little less, but at least it's much better than last month.

The fat intestines were soaked, and the luxury point was grabbed, the flour was cleaned, and marinated with vinegar and wine.

Stewed winter melon in bone broth and steamed pork ribs. Spread salt on the lean meat and let it dry, and wait until later to eat.

The smell wafted out of the kitchen, making Antai, who was squatting beside Mrs. Wuya and playing with wood, twitch the tip of her nose and sniff, and her eyes couldn't stop slipping into the room.

Mrs. Wu Ya couldn't help but have a great appetite, lying on the chaise longue, looking at the lazy white clouds in the sky, and couldn't stop thinking in her heart: How many years, how many years, I haven't eaten a good meal of meat.

Yes, life will get better. A qiē will get better. His hand slipped off the recliner and landed on the door of his son's brain, rubbing unconsciously, and the rough feel of the prickly lala was uncomfortable.

That's nice.

The dinner was extraordinarily sumptuous, with a large table filled.