Now that it has returned to its original state, not only does Mrs. Zhang feel comfortable, but the Jiang family herself breathes a sigh of relief.

She has no other extravagant hopes, the Wang family can have a place for a few children in three rooms and herself, do not deduct rations, and can raise a few children, she will be content.

Do more work, what are you afraid of? Hasn't she been doing work for so many years?

Therefore, the Jiang family didn't say anything, and cleaned up the melon seed shells in the yard.

On the other hand, the Lin family only thought that this younger brother and sister were stupid, and they knew that they would take a sister-in-law to please their mother-in-law and give them three rooms for profit.

Why don't you know that now I take advantage of teaching my sister-in-law to take care of it, and if I want to change it to her, if I don't say anything else, at least I can do nothing and just concentrate on teaching needlework, right?

Although I think this brother and sister are stupid, but the Lin family is not so kind to remind him, otherwise the extra things will not fall on his head?

Afraid of staying in the yard and being called by his mother-in-law to do things, Lin planned to go back to the house.

I heard that outside the courtyard, it was lively, and then my own gold bucket and gold pot, as well as the gold pot, followed by a few children in the third room, surrounded the sister-in-law and the brother-in-law, shouting something, and entered the courtyard gate.

Lin looked at the pheasant that the little uncle was carrying, as well as the basket on his back, his eyes lit up, and he didn't want to go back to the house.

"The fourth is back, did you hit the pheasant? It looks quite fat—" Lin's eyes were almost glued to the pheasant, this person, he hadn't eaten meat for several months before, but he had survived.

Now, following the light of the sister-in-law, she can get some oil and water in ten days and half a month, but it arouses the gluttony in her stomach, and she can't walk when she sees meat.

Mrs. Zhang couldn't see Lin's unpromising appearance, so she glanced at her and didn't speak yet.

The honest Wang Yongping handed the pheasant to Mrs. Zhang: "Mother, I see that my little sister has been thin and out of shape in the past few days, this pheasant will make some soup for my little sister to make up for her body, I will go up the mountain in the next few days to see if I can set some other game, so as to make up my little sister's body." ”

Wang Yongzhu wants strength to refuse!

Doesn't it need to be good?

Mrs. Zhang narrowed her eyes, weighed the weight of the pheasant, and nodded: "Even if the old lady doesn't hurt you in vain, your sister-in-law doesn't sew clothes for you in vain, she has a much better conscience than your brothers, and I know that your sister-in-law has lost weight these days." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the Lin family and the Jiang family meaningfully.

Lin pretended not to hear, Jiang pretended not to understand, and remained silent.

Mrs. Zhang snorted, and saw Wang Yongping unload the back basket, a basket full of yams, and almost didn't blink Mrs. Zhang's eyes: "This is a good thing, fourth, you are digging in Daheishene?" ”

Speaking of this, Wang Yongping happened to be in front of everyone, and wanted to talk about how a few children dared to go to Daheishan to dig yams and pick mountain goods.

"This is when I went down the mountain, I met Jin Dou and them, I was bold, and I took my little sister and a few small ones, and I actually went to Da Heishan to pick mountain goods——"

"What? Jin Dou, you come over for me, who gave you the guts? Yes? Actually took your aunt to the Great Black Mountain? You're begging for a fight, aren't you? If it causes your aunt to lose a hair, see if I don't peel your skin! Mrs. Zhang only heard that her precious old daughter was taken to Daheisheng, and she immediately exploded.

Pick up the broom and draw it.

Jin Dou hurriedly ran and shouted grievances, and in a few words, Wang Yongzhu was lifted out, and all the credit was given to Wang Yongzhu.

After listening to the explanation, Mrs. Zhang asked Wang Yongzhu and a few small ones in disbelief: "What Jin Dou said is true?" ”

A few little beans nodded desperately, and they also chatted to add bricks and tiles to Wang Yongzhu's great achievements.

It's just about to hold Wang Yongzhu to the sky.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Wang Yongzhu again, what can Wang Yongzhu do?

didn't admit it, a few nephews wanted to eat fried meat with a broom, so they could only admit it.

Alas, you can't hide your merit and fame!

nodded, but still wanted to explain: "How can it be so evil as they say, it's just a coincidence, and I don't know why I'm so lucky." ”

Mrs. Zhang threw away the broom in her hand, and looked at the back basket with a smile: "My old daughter is blessed!" It's the lucky star of our royal family! From the last time you went to pick yellow pine mushrooms, my mother knows, oops! Bodhisattva bless, our family pearl is blessed by the Bodhisattva! ”

Wang Yongzhu was speechless, well, the Bodhisattva doesn't, there is a system!

With this small harvest, and Mrs. Zhang also feels that her daughter has been working hard and hard recently, what has she lost weight, she has to make up for it, she has to make up for it!

Wang Yongzhu has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time, thinking that there are pheasants and mountain treasures, and he cooks it himself, even if the taste is not as good as Jiang's, but for the sake of pheasants, everyone should give praise, right?

Therefore, I pestered Mrs. Zhang for a long time before Mrs. Zhang reluctantly agreed to let Wang Yongzhu be the chef once.

That's it, and there's a room full of assistants.

The golden pot is responsible for burning the fire, the golden flower picks and washes the vegetables, the Lin family goes to chop the chicken pieces, and the Jiang's steamed bun is placed in the steamer behind the stir-fry pot, and the basket is steamed, and the porridge is under the steamer, so that when the steamed bun is steamed, the porridge is also boiled.

All the side dishes were also cut and the pot was cleaned.

Then Wang Yongzhu only needs to take a spatula and copy it twice, and there are two protectors of Mrs. Zhang and the Jiang family by his side to guide him carefully.

Such a high standard, comparable to the treatment of a hotel chef, made Wang Yongzhu a little weak and a little excited.

Fortunately, now the village has no seasoning, first cut the pheasant pieces, put the ginger shreds and stir-fry the oil, put the water to boil, stew the chicken is almost lazy, put in the cut yam pieces, turn the fire to boil, and put it into a clay pot, put it in the stove and continue to simmer.

Fried a yam and fried fungus, anyway, the firewood stove is big, Wang Yongzhu is willing to put oil, and he didn't find that Mrs. Zhang on the side was so distressed that her face twitched, if it was her daughter-in-law, she would have slapped it with a spatula and scolded the loser.

But this is his own daughter, and he has to be spoiled when he kneels.

Seeing the back, Mrs. Zhang was really heartbroken and couldn't breathe, and felt that if she continued to watch, she would be able to live ten years less.

explained the Jiang family's two sentences, and went out of sight and out of mind.

Wang Yongzhu didn't notice anything, all his thoughts were fighting against pots and spatulas.

Finally, a dish was stir-fried with trembling and trembling, and the yam was a little mushy, but it smelled good.

Wang Yongzhu's confidence increased greatly, and the devil's claws stretched out to the oil pot again.

Jiang really couldn't help it, my sister-in-law can pour out a month's worth of oil at home if she goes down for a meal like this, and she eats it today, what will she do in the next month? Can't boil it every day?

grabbed the oil pot very attentively, wiped the bottom of the pot with cotton soaked in oil, and then signaled Wang Yongzhu to pour the vegetables into it and fry it.

Wang Yongzhu looked at the bottom of the pot, and then looked at the Jiang family.

I'll go, this little oil, can you stir-fry?