On the twenty-fourth day of the lunar month, the Ming family, like other families in the village, began to sweep the house, and several old men in the family all moved stools to help clean the high places, while the women were responsible for carrying basins and water, cleaning rags and other light work.

Twenty-five, it was originally the time to make tofu, but because the Ming family wanted to send tofu to the two married aunts, they had already made tofu for the New Year as early as the twenty-first.

Of course, the women of the Ming family were not idle this day.

The days at home are getting better and better, and Mrs. Ming treats the children a lot, knowing that they like to eat things with a lot of oil and meat, Mrs. Ming specially took the women in the family today to make croquettes, fried twists, fried noodles, and fried fritters.

Such a good day is undoubtedly happy for children, don't say that Erlang and other gluttonous boys, even Mingyue, a relatively reserved girl's family, is quite a little calm on this day.

She followed Erlang and others running inside and outside the house, grabbing some twist flowers and noodles to eat for a while, and then holding two balls for adults to eat, and finally with the acquiescence of Mrs. Ming, she quietly took two fritters, two twist flowers, a bowl of noodles, and a bowl of balls to Huang Xiaoying next door.

Huang Xiaoying's family is not as good as the Ming family, so although her grandmother and her mother also love the child, there are only a few vegetarian balls fried at home.

Unlike the Ming family, one-fifth of the meatballs are meatballs, and the vegetarian meatballs are fried in a pot of radish and tofu.

The little sister thought about herself, Huang Xiaoying was a little happier than eating the food, she was not polite to Mingyue, she took the things given by Mingyue and went to her own stove to pour it around, and when she came back, she took a bowl of chicken residue pickles and a bowl of pork skin jelly for Mingyue, "My milk made it, it's delicious, you can taste it." ”

Mingyue's eyes lit up, these two are also the hometown delicacies that she misses very much after working in her previous life, "Then I won't be polite to you, it just so happens that I want to eat this too." ”

Huang Xiaoying waved her hand, "What's polite, the two of us are not ordinary friends." ”

Mingyue couldn't help laughing, chatting with Huang Xiaoying for a few words, she trotted back to her house with a bowl, and then in the evening, she ate delicious chicken dregs pickles and pork skin jelly.

"You like it so much?" When Mrs. Ming saw that she didn't even eat croquettes, and only ate pickles there one bite at a time, she couldn't help but be amused and helpless.

Mingyue squinted her eyes and ate with a satisfied face, "I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I really want to eat it." ”

Mrs. Ming suddenly felt distressed about the child, "Then when our family kills the pigs and chickens, the milk will also make you pig skin jelly and chicken residue pickles to eat." ”

Mingyue nodded like pounding garlic, "I also want blood sausage and pig-killing vegetables." ”

Their pig-killing vegetables here are boiled with sun-dried cabbage, accompanied by soft and rotten local pork, the taste is so simple, Ming Yueguang almost drools when she thinks about it.

There is also a pig blood sausage made of soba noodles, pig blood and some seasonings, and pig intestines are made into skins, and they are cooked in a large pot with pig-killing vegetables, which is also the best taste in the world.

“... Twenty-six, kill the New Year's pig, twenty-seven, slaughter the New Year's chicken, twenty-eight, put the noodles, twenty-nine, steamed steamed buns..."Twenty-six, the front yard of the Ming family, waiting to eat meat, the boys are jumping up and down, and in the backyard, Ming Di is taking a big wooden basin under the pig's neck and then fresh pig blood.

Mingyue loves to eat pig-killing dishes but can't bear to watch pigs killed, and she doesn't want to hear the screams of pigs, so she stays with Xiao Mingxue in the landlord's house to cover her ears and steal the bell.

Xiao Mingxue is now almost two years old, her little face is very cute, and Mingyue likes to play with her as long as she is free, so the relationship between the two sisters is very good.

"By the way, I heard from Sister-in-law Li in the west of the village that the Zhao family plans to take Jiayan's child back to his house." Mrs. Huang, who came to help the Ming family early in the morning, whispered to Mrs. Ming about the hot gossip she had only heard about last night while picking up dried cabbage.

Mrs. Ming was directly stunned, and it took a while for Mingyue to hear her speak, "Do you want to, want to go back to his house?" Haven't all his family been divorced from Jiayan? ”

"Hey, that kind of thing that doesn't even want a face, do you still expect her to reason with you? I heard Sister-in-law Li say that she found Jiayan and his uncle a few days ago, and your family made a fortune by relying on Jiayan, and she couldn't let people with foreign surnames take advantage of all the benefits. ”

Mrs. Huang also followed the Ming family to plant anti-seasonal vegetables, so she knew very well what the Zhao family was doing, but as an old lady who wanted to face, Mrs. Huang said that she really couldn't understand the follow-up operation of the Zhao family.

Mrs. Ming was also thundered by Zhao's strange remarks, and she was speechless for a while before asking Mrs. Huang, "What did Uncle Jiayan say?" ”

"What can he say? I just don't agree with Zhao's taking Jiayan back. It's his mother-in-law, as soon as Zhao left, she complained about Jiayan for a while, saying that Jiayan knew that this little green vegetable was valuable, and she didn't make it clear to them in advance. ”

Mrs. Ming was almost laughed at by Feng's ability to distort the facts, and she complained to Mrs. Huang, "At the beginning, my family called Boss Yu!" They don't plant it themselves, and now there are still face monster children who haven't made it clear? ”

Mrs. Huang chuckled, "Don't say it, Boss Yu also scolded his mother-in-law like this." said that she was fighting to the death at the time, and now she sees that others are making money, and there is so much nonsense. ”

Mrs. Ming let out a long breath to calm herself down, "This Yu family is also a person who understands." ”

Mrs. Huang sighed, "Who said it wasn't." I'm worried now that the Zhao family can't go through the right path and will come to your house to spill, after all, Jiayan is raised in your house. ”

Mrs. Ming's eyebrows were raised, and she rarely lost her usual gentle expression, "If she dares to come, I will dare to pick up a broom and knock her out the door." Jiayan is now the child of my Ming family, and she wants to take the child back to her house to continue to struggle, not to mention the door, and the window is gone. ”

Mingyue, who was eavesdropping with her ears openly, silently praised her grandmother - that's right, in the face of shrews, you have to have this kind of fierce momentum of gods blocking and killing gods, and Buddha blocking and killing Buddhas.

At the beginning of the day (more than one o'clock in the afternoon), the Ming family opened a table in the east and west rooms of the main house to entertain guests, and the old man Ming and his three sons and eldest grandson in the east room were allowed to entertain male guests in the east room, and Mrs. Ming and her three daughters-in-law entertained female guests in the west room.

The children couldn't serve the table, so Mrs. Ming opened a table for them in the west wing.

With a large pot of pig-killing vegetables, the soup is green with oil flowers, the cabbage melts in the mouth, sweet and soft glutinous, the pork is soft and mellow, fat but not greasy, and the boiled blood sausage bites a bite of the lips and teeth to leave a fragrance.

The fried blood sausage and stewed pork chops in a small pot are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and the bone and meat are separated and fragrant, which makes people appetizing when they look at it.

Mingyue unceremoniously prepared two large porcelain bowls for herself, one for eating pig-killing vegetables, and the other for stewed pork chops dipped in old vinegar, and the chopsticks in her hand quickly stretched out to the pot of fried blood sausage between eating pig-killing vegetables and stewed pork chops.

Huang Xiaoying ate a mouth full of oily flowers, and she asked Mingyue, "Why do you want vinegar when you eat dried meat?" Can it still be delicious? ”

"It's delicious, I like to eat sour." Mingyue is talking nonsense - she can't tell Huang Xiaoying that her ability to eat meat can be called the five scum of war, and the vinegar is to relieve greasyness, and then eat a few more bites of this green, pollution-free and additive-free pure local pork.