Zhao Cuihua slept all night, the pain in her waist was relieved a lot, and she was able to get up, she got up late today, and she got up only after the had already crowed.

But the hall was empty, and there was no sign of a fire under the stove in the courtyard.

I was about to call the husband and wife to get up, but before I got closer, I heard a creaking sound from the back room, and quickly turned around and retreated, annoyed that I was ignorant.

When she actually walked into the stove and was ready to cook breakfast, her jaw was about to drop.

There is a half-sized rice jar of rice! There's also a chicken and a chunk of pork at the foot of the stove!

"Oh my God!" Zhao Cuihua exclaimed with pork in her hand.

How much money did Zhou Qi make here yesterday, and it was empty all of a sudden!?

"When he gets up in a while, he must ask!"

Although the rice is available, Zhao Cuihua maintains the fine tradition of thrifty housekeeping, and still only throws a small handful of rice into the pot.

Thinking that his son and daughter-in-law were working hard, he cut off a small piece of pork and added it to the porridge, and at this time he still had to make up for it.

By the time the porridge had been cooked, the husband and wife in the back room had not yet gotten up.

Zhao Cuihua heated the porridge again, and then saw Su Ling walking out of the house in a somewhat awkward posture.

She was an old person, so she naturally understood these things, so she hurriedly went over to support Su Ling, and shouted to her to sit down quickly with a smile on her face.

Then he brought the porridge and put it on the low table with his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "Are you hungry?" Come and drink the porridge, and you won't go back to the back room to rest for a while? ”

Su Ling didn't know what Zhao Cuihua was thinking, she was a little frightened when she saw her mother-in-law like this, and she couldn't bear to feel unwell when she wanted to get up, so she had to pick up the porridge and hurriedly said, "Mother, I'll ...... it myself."

At this time, Zhou Qi also walked out and greeted them while stretching his waist.

"Son, come here."

Zhao Cuihua shouted at Zhou Qi and went outside the house.

Zhou Qi was a little dazed, but he also followed.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Zhao Cuihua pulled him over, glanced at Su Ling in the house, and whispered: "Young man, you must know how to be considerate of your wife, and you must not go too far, you know?" ”

Zhou Qi was stunned.

Even though he was an adult man, when this kind of thing was said by the elders, he suddenly felt embarrassed and had to touch his nose.

Zhao Cuihua didn't want him to say anything, pointed to the rice jar on the other side of the stove and asked, "Tell me, how much money did you make yesterday?" How can you be such a loser, you just married a daughter-in-law, and you can't live in the future? ”

Zhou Qi sighed: "What is this!" In the days to come, we will have rice, salt, and meat! ”

As she spoke, Zhao Cuihua slapped her face.

"Say you're fat and you're still panting, forget it this time, don't be so extravagant next time!"

Zhou Qi nodded again and again.

He knew that Zhao Cuihua didn't mean to blame him, she was just worried about his future life, and it was inconvenient to tell her something, so he could only respond first.

And he knew this was just the beginning.

After dealing with Zhao Cuihua, Zhou Qi was about to try his new toothbrush, when he heard someone shouting at the door: "Zhou's family, is anyone there?" ”

The voice is somewhat familiar.

Zhou Qi thought about it for a while, is it Aunt Wang, who raises pigs?

Zhao Cuihua had already answered the call and opened the door, Zhou Qi took the toothbrush and gestured on his teeth, the mane was not very soft, he was not very comfortable, and he put down the two mouthfuls of the brush and went to the door.

Even if Aunt Wang doesn't come to him today, he will still come to the door.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw that Aunt Wang was not the only one who came, but also seven or eight village women.

Seeing that they were each holding a bamboo shoot, Zhou Qi knew it in his heart at the moment.

It is the season of spring, and the mountains are full of bamboo shoots.

Originally, it was because the people in the village thought that this thing was astringent, hard and unpalatable, but Aunt Wang told the rest of the people about the plate of fried bamboo shoots yesterday, which in the eyes of most people, it became a mountain full of food that did not need money.

"Boy of the Zhou family, come to teach your aunt how to make this bamboo shoot?"

Aunt Wang and the others, who had been chatting with Zhao Cuihua for a while, squeezed into the door, looking at Zhou Qi one by one with bright eyes.

Yesterday, Zhou Qi came back in the official carriage and bought a lot of things to go home, and it spread all over the village early in the morning.

Now some people are really here to ask for advice on making bamboo shoots, and some people want to come to probe the wind and see if Zhou Qi is in the middle of an official.

If it is true, then they have to get closer to the Zhou family, and if something happens in the future, they can also ask Zhou Qi to help them turn around.

"Okay, what's so hard about that?" Zhou Qi replied casually.

When he knew that most of the food was still cooked by steaming in this era, he had already thought about teaching everyone the art of stir-frying.

Zhao Cuihua didn't know what was going on, but after Su Ling's explanation, she understood a rough idea.

I don't know what kind of moth her son is, so she chopped a foot and said a little anxiously: "My son has never entered the stove room, where will he do any bamboo shoots?" ”

"It's delicious, mother, you have to believe Zhou Qi."

Su Ling held her hand and soothed her, and beckoned everyone into the stove room.

The stove room is not big, and it can only stay for about two people at a time, but Zhou Qi didn't want to be taught one by one, so he simply set up firewood in the courtyard and moved the pot out.

Take the fire with a fire breaker and light the firewood, put a basin of water in the pot and cover the pot.

Then put a cutting board on the bench, peel and slice the bamboo shoots in front of everyone, lift the lid of the pot and throw the bamboo shoots into the boiling water, and it is done in one go.

"It's blanching." Zhou Qi explained to everyone.

Then, Zhou Qi took another piece of pork out.

When the village women in the courtyard saw this, they exploded in an instant.

"How much does such a big piece of pork cost?"

Aunt Wang, a pig farmer, estimated and calculated, and said: "In my experience, there must be more than a pound here, and now pork is always a pound, and it costs at least one or two silver here." ”

"Oh my God, this week, the family has made a fortune?"

With the chatter of the village women, Zhou Qi had already cut the fat and thin pork, fished out the bamboo shoots, poured out the boiling water, smeared a layer of lard on the pot wall, and then stir-fried.

"The Zhou family kid is really amazing, I've never seen such a dish."

"That's right, this kid's book really didn't read in vain......"

"That's what the book says?"

"I think it must be, otherwise how could this young man who can only read know about the stove?"

The village women did not stop, and it was very lively in this small courtyard.

Zhou Qishun picked up the plate and placed a plate of fried pork with sliced bamboo shoots that was still steaming on the bench.

"It's a stir-fry, and it's better to add some pork to the bamboo shoots."

Then, the village women gathered around, twisted a piece and put it in their mouths, and it tasted good.

And Zhao Cuihua was a little heartbroken at this time, such a big piece of pork, there was only so much left......

Loser, loser!