Chapter 8: Cooking
"Huh?" Zhan Tingting was stunned for a moment.
"Won't?" Yun Xiaoshuang frowned.
"Yes." Zhan Tingting came back to her senses and hurriedly ran over to hold firewood.
Although this Beishan County is located north of the Yangtze River and is located in central China, there are both wheat and rice in the field, so there is not much difference between the way everyone usually eats rice and pasta.
It's a pity that it's still quite poor here, and every household can't even open up and eat white rice yet, that is, when doing red and white things, white flour steamed buns and steamed white rice can only be made, and corn flour tortillas are usually used as the staple food.
The big guy didn't like cornmeal, that thing stabbed his throat, so he mixed white flour and black flour to make hand-rolled noodles, and then cut the potatoes and leeks, and added a little fat to make a big pot of marinade.
In addition, seeing that there was a large vat of bean paste in the kitchen, I added some meat scraps and eggs to make some fried sauce.
Of course, she also helped heat up yesterday's leftovers, and if she didn't eat it herself, others would still eat it.
"Old man, how did you get into the kitchen?" When Gao Shunhua came over, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Just got married......
"I'm tired of cooking." Yun Xiaoshuang glanced at Gao Shunhua, "How can there be so many taboos?" Let's get everyone to eat. "Let you do it, she'll starve to death.
Gao Shunhua's words were blocked, because the food smelled and looked better than her.
The Zhan family, who got up one after another, looked at breakfast and looked at Gao Shunhua for the first time, this doesn't seem to be your craft.
"It's made by Frost." Gao Shunhua smiled, "Hurry up and wash your face and eat." ”
So, a breakfast made the Zhan family have a different view of Yun Xiaoshuang.
After dinner, Zhan Bojun left first with his schoolbag, he went to junior high school in the town, and he usually lived in school, but because his eldest brother got married, he asked for leave to come back, of course, sometimes he would ask for leave to come back to help.
Zhan Fangfang helped Zhan Tingting clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and then took Zhan Bowen to study, their school was at the back of the village, and they walked over for more than ten minutes.
"Yun Xiaoshuang, you little slut, you can't die well......" At this moment, a burst of curses came from far and near outside.
Yun Xiaoshuang said that there are some parties, what is the situation?
Soon, a bunch of people came to the door, specifically a middle-aged woman, attracting people around to watch the excitement.
"Yun Xiaoshuang, you cheap hoof, you can't die well......"
Gao Shunhua is digging out the ashes in the stove, and the stove will have to dig out the ashes after a while, otherwise the firewood will not be stuffed next time, and the ashes are a good fertilizer.
She is a calf protector, how can she allow others to scold her eldest daughter-in-law like this? After the eldest son was crippled, it was not easy to marry a daughter-in-law, so he ran out with a burning stick.
"Ma Guihua, what kind of feces are you spraying all over your mouth? Believe it or not, I'm pumping you? ”
"Gao Shunhua, married a broom star and went home, and you are still a treasure? Phew. Ma Guihua hurriedly took a few steps back, but she still jumped to her feet and scolded, "Yun Xiaoshuang is a cheap person, she eloped with others and blamed others...... Oh my God, it's unreasonable, I'm going to die, my daughter is going to be killed......"
"Who is this man?" Yun Xiaoshuang found that it was the familiar woman who took her to catch the rape yesterday, and couldn't help poking Zhan Tingting, "What's wrong with me?" ”