Yang Jingjing didn't watch the play for long, and her mother came back, like a victorious rooster, with a proud face.

"Mom, a total of 40 catties of grain are here."

Zhang Hong opened the bag, checked the cornmeal, millet and the back, touched the fine cornmeal with his hand, and Zhang Hong's face smiled like a flower.

She carried the 30 catties of red noodles and said to Yang Jingjing: "You carry eight catties of cornmeal and these two catties of millet, and I will carry the 30 catties of red noodles." ”

The mother and daughter went home with their things on their backs, and on the way Zhang Hong sighed with Yang Jingjing: "Our old farmers can eat a full meal of black noodles thank God, people in the city can still receive fine grain every month, and the worst thing to eat is red noodles, this day is really comfortable, Jingjing, you have to be a city person." ”

"When you are a few years older, you ask your sister to help you find a partner in the city, and when you marry in the city, your mother will be relieved."

Yang Jingjing: "......" She's only ten years old!

"No, you have to pay attention now, and when the time comes, it's too late!" Zhang Hong looked deeply convinced, and her pace quickened, she wanted to go back and tell her eldest daughter about it quickly, she had to let her family Jingjing also be a city person, and eat enough food!

Yang Jingjing looked at her mother's back and sighed, she was arranged like this?

When she returned home, before Zhang Hong could start talking, her eldest sister was vain when she saw them: "Zhiwen just came back from the night shift, let him sleep peacefully." ”

Zhang Hong knew that as soon as she spoke in such a loud voice, Chen Zhiwen would definitely not be able to sleep peacefully, her son-in-law was good to her daughter, and she also felt sorry for her son-in-law, so she could only temporarily put down the matter of showing Yang Jingjing to the object and go to the kitchen to clean up.

Yang Jingjing breathed a sigh of relief, she hoped that her mother would forget about it after a while, otherwise when she talked to her eldest sister, the eldest sister thought that she hated to marry at a young age!

At lunchtime, Yang Jingjing watched her mother bring three different colors of wowotou, yellow, red, and black, the size of each baby's fist.

These three types of nests are made of cornmeal, red flour, and black flour.

The cornmeal and red flour were just received today, and the black flour was the ration they brought from home.

Yang Jingjing knew that the cornmeal nest was her eldest sister's, the red flour nest was her brother-in-law's, and the most unpalatable black flour nest was of course her and her mother's.

But how could her sister and her brother-in-law let her mother eat this with her, her brother-in-law directly picked up the black noodle wowo and began to gnaw on it.

Seeing this, Zhang Hong was a little anxious to pick up the red-faced wowotou and hand it to Chen Zhiwen: "Zhiwen, what are you doing?" These three red-noodle wotou are the ones I steamed for you, and this black-noodle wowotou is mine, Jingjing's, don't eat it, when you can't get used to it, what should you do if you eat your stomach? ”

"Mom, you and Jingjing came up to take care of me, brought so many things, and brought your own rations, Zhiwen and I couldn't help it, how can I eat well by myself now, and give you poor food?" Yang Meimei picked up the two cornmeal nests that steamed for her, one handed to Zhang Hong, and the other to Yang Jingjing.

Chen Zhiwen swallowed the hard black-faced wowotou in his mouth, and hurriedly said: "Mom, Meimei is right, you and Jingjing came up to take care of it, if we didn't have the ability to get food, we wouldn't have been able to let you and Jingjing bring their own rations, now how can I watch you eat black noodles and eat red noodles by yourself!" ”

Zhang Hong was willing to eat this fine grain by herself, she hurriedly pushed it back: "Meimei, Zhiwen, your filial piety, my mother understands it, but you now have one in your stomach, you can't be sloppy, this cornmeal nest, you keep it for yourself." ”

Of course, Yang Meimei Chen Zhiwen refused to agree, Zhang Hong also felt sorry for Yang Jingjing, and finally thought of a compromise solution: "In this way, Meimei and Jingjing each eat a cornmeal nest and a red flour nest, and my mother also took over your filial piety, it is enough to eat a red flour nest and a black flour nest, if you don't agree, I will eat black noodles." ”

In the end, they finally compromised, and Yang Jingjing was also glad in her heart, she finally didn't have to eat the black noodles with that stuck throat, she was about to vomit.

After eating, Chen Zhiwen went to work, Zhang Hong helped Yang Meimei out for a walk, and Yang Jingjing sneaked out to find her dry milk.

I went to a state-run hotel, but I didn't find it, Master Liu told her that her dry milk didn't come up today, she just steamed a small basket of white flour steamed buns, and insisted on stuffing one for Yang Jingjing.

This made Yang Jingjing even more envious of the job of the state-run hotel, not only can she eat with thick shoulders and waist fat, but she can also send some to others without feeling distressed, this is made of white noodles! She hasn't eaten white noodles once since she came here!

"Master Liu, I'm learning to cook with my grandmother now, do you still count what you said to me last time? If I study well, you will arrange a job for me in a state-run hotel? ”

Master Liu Daman laughed with a shy stomach: "Make a number, definitely make a number!" If only your grandmother would want to come, so much the better! ”

Bidding farewell to the plump chef Liu Daman, Yang Jingjing decided on the way home that the matter of learning cooking with her had to be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

When I got home, the other door was arguing again, Yang Jingjing didn't bother to listen to what they were arguing about, and felt that their quarrel at both ends in the past three days was strange and annoying.

I heard it a few days ago, Mrs. Wu asked the mother and son of the Wu family to move out of here and give her grandson named Tianbao to live.

Seeing the nonsense of the old lady of the Wu family, you can know what kind of good grandson she taught can be good to talk to? As soon as she thought of this, Yang Jingjing felt a headache, being a neighbor with this kind of person, would her sister's soft and gentle temperament be bullied?

But this is all someone else's business, and she can't think that Wu Tianbao and his wife may not get along well, so stop them from moving in.

At dinner in the evening, her mother boiled some millet porridge for her eldest sister, and cut some marinated meat foam in it, and some green onions floated on the oily fish, which smelled very fragrant.

Yang Jingjing swallowed her saliva, wanted to eat, wanted to eat.

But you can't always rob pregnant women, right? She could only watch.

"Gross..."

As soon as the bowl of minced millet porridge that Yang Jingjing had been coveted for a long time was served, her sister vomited.

"Mom, I don't know what's going on, it's strange to have a pregnant appetite, sometimes I want to eat meat, I think about it tightly, Zhiwen worked hard to get it for me, and I want to vomit when I smell it? I ate that plate of fried meat yesterday, but when I smell the meat today, I can't help but want to vomit. ”

Zhang Hong sighed, she had been boiling this millet porridge for a long time, the meat was stewed, and it was all melted into the porridge, which was delicious.

Zhang Hong thought that her eldest daughter was not blessed to eat, but she was more distressed, and comforted Yang Meimei and said: "That's the case, some pregnant women just can't get meat." ”.

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