Mei Zhiming knew at a glance that Zhao Huiying was so angry but he hadn't thought about how to vent it, his eyes rolled, and then he raised his voice and shouted to Mei Zhifeng in the stove room: "Ah Feng, scramble an egg and stew some pork belly for our mother!" ”

Mei Zhifeng didn't dare to agree immediately.

She listened with her ears pricked up for a moment, but didn't hear Zhao Huiying say anything against it, so she let out a loud "hey", "I know." ”

Before she finished speaking, Mei Zhiming saw Zhao Huiying "snap" and threw the dry tobacco bag in her hand into the ashtray.

"Don't be busy getting the meat, go scoop some white noodles first!" Zhao Huiying said while putting on her shoes and getting off the kang, "Your third brother is right, I don't lack his stutter!" Without that conscienceless Wang Ba calf, our family can also eat good things! ”

Mei Zhifeng went to the West House to scoop noodles with a "hey", and asked Zhao Huiying loudly while scooping, "Mother, what are we eating?" Dumplings? ”

Zhao Huiying's love for dumplings is more than any other food, so Mei Zhifeng will directly ask her if she wants to eat dumplings.

Zhao Huiying said "um", and then sent Mei Zhiming, "Go and fish out two sauerkrauts." ”

Mei Zhiming swallowed saliva to fish for sauerkraut, and Zhao Huiying took a large vegetable basin to Westinghouse to get pig-killing vegetables and blood sausage.

Their pig-killing dishes here are made by stewing freshly killed pork and dried cabbage dried in autumn, because when killing pigs, they also use pig-killing vegetables to cook blood sausages, so those blood sausages with broken casings will also remain in the pig-killing dishes.

The soft and glutinous pork, cabbage, and blood sausage melt in your mouth, and you can't wait to swallow your tongue with it.

There are also blood sausages made with pig's blood, soba noodles, diced pork belly, and various seasonings, and they are all delicious, whether they are steamed, boiled, or fried.

Growing up, Mei Yali's favorite food was these two things.

But in their Taizi Village, until the time when Mei Yali was a teenager (2000), there were still people who couldn't afford to kill New Year's pigs.

In this era (early 90s), at least seven or eight out of ten households in their Taizi Village could not afford to kill New Year pigs.

The few families who kill the pigs will also sell more than half of the pork.

With the money they get, they will keep it for next year to buy seeds, fertilizer, chicks, and piglets.

And like Zhao Huiying, who kills a whole pig and then leaves all the pork for his own family and his mother's family to eat, even if he searches the entire Taizi Village, he can't find a second one, so Mrs. Mei said that she really didn't wronged her when she was a loser.

Zhao Huiying heated up the pig-killing dish with a calm face, and then cut the blood sausage into slices and waited for it to be fried in hot oil.

Mei Zhiming had already cut the shredded sauerkraut, and at this time he was holding a kitchen knife to chop the shredded sauerkraut into diced sauerkraut.

Mei Zhifeng was pouring water into the basin with a tea jar, she was holding a tea jar in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and one end of the chopsticks was quickly stirring the water-soaked white noodles.

Glancing at her youngest son and daughter, who were busy working, Zhao Huiying's mood was a little smoother.

She took a green onion, six eggs, and prepared to make another scrambled egg with green onions.

As for the potatoes that people in Taizi Village eat most often in winter, Zhao Huiying didn't even look at them.

Like Zhao Huiying in Mei Yali's previous life, Zhao Huiying in this life is still extremely disgusted with eating potatoes.

As for the reason.

Zhao Huiying's father was arrested when the three of their siblings were very young to fight, and her mother was a child daughter-in-law, and her status in her mother-in-law's family was similar to that of a maid.

Incidentally, the status of Zhao Huiying's three siblings at home is far lower than that of her uncles and her uncles' children.

Before she left the house, every meal of the four of them was the most productive and cheapest potato.

Her grandmothers, aunts, cousins, and cousins can eat all the food produced in the field, such as millet, white noodles, noodles, buckwheat noodles, beans, etc., and even eat two mouthfuls of meat and beat the tooth sacrifice, but Zhao Huiying's mother can only eat the boiled potatoes and then eat the flour ground from the potato skin, and she does not bring a change of taste for 365 days a year.

After eating like this for more than ten years, Zhao Huiying has long hated potatoes as a food to the core.

So in Mei Jinfeng's house, potatoes will not be served on the table at all.

Soon, the three of them made white-skinned dumplings with two curtains of sauerkraut and pork filling, and then Zhao Huiying fried blood sausage and scrambled eggs.

Coupled with a few home-pickled salted eggs and two catties of liquor, Zhao Huiying's mother and son (female) had a beautiful meal.

Rural people don't have the rule of eating and sleeping, and Zhao Huiying didn't forget to curse Mei Jinfeng and Mei Zhijun while eating and drinking.

The delicious food on the table gave her confidence and confidence, and made her waist, which had not been much soft, stiffer and stiffer.

The only thing that made her feel that there was a fly in the ointment was that Mei Jinfeng and Mei Zhijun were not in front of her, and even if she scolded people, she could only scold Mei Zhifeng and Mei Zhiming.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that Mei Jinfeng finally returned to his home with three points of drinking.

Zhao Huiying, who had been saving all kinds of strange words for an afternoon, immediately frothed at the mouth and scolded Mei Jinfeng, and the fierce posture made Mei Jinfeng involuntarily have a headache when he saw it.

Although as early as the moment he was invited away by Mei Zhijun, he had already expected that he would inevitably be scolded, but predicting it did not mean that he could accept it calmly.

Rao is that he had done a lot of psychological construction for himself before he came back, but now Zhao Huiying's magic voice pierced his brain, but it still made him impetuous and uneasy.

may be in response to the sentence "wine is strong and intimidating", Mei Jinfeng, who has been pursuing the principle of "unbearable and endurance from the beginning" for more than 20 years, actually argued with Zhao Huiying this time, and every word he said hit the nail on the head, which made Zhao Huiying's blood surge, and she almost didn't vomit three liters of blood.

"Aren't you just unhappy that Zhijun only called me, but didn't call you? You don't want to think about it, just because you have nothing to do, do people dare to call you? You went to stir up other people's house chaos, and they won't be able to live in the future! ”

Mei Zhiming tried his best to give Mei Jinfeng a look and asked him not to say anything more, but Mei Jinfeng didn't notice the youngest son who was squeezing his eyebrows at him.

Mei Zhijun built a new house by himself, although it was only three adobe houses, Mei Jinfeng was still very happy.

His happiness is not only for the diligence and ability of his son and daughter-in-law, but also for his son and daughter-in-law to recognize him as a patriarch.

But at the same time, he was not uncomfortable in his heart.

Especially after a little more drinking, the negative emotions he pressed in his heart began to emerge uncontrollably one by one.

He thought that Zhao Huiying could be like most women in the village, be a qualified mother-in-law, and let the children remember her well, instead of almost becoming enemies between mother and son like now.