As soon as the meat buns and pastries were taken out, the Zhao family was stunned, and in their disbelieving eyes, someone subconsciously murmured, "My mother-in-law......

More than a dozen big meat buns, pure white noodles, fat and fragrant, the impact can be imagined, and they are already swallowing saliva that will not be concealed.

If it weren't for the adults dragging them, several children would have wanted to pounce on them and grab them.

Zhao Baoqing, the head of the family, was the first to wake up, and he felt sorry for her, and there was a bit of reproach in his tone, "What is this for?" Why do you buy so many buns? ”

How many food stamps and meat stamps are needed for this, which are exactly what the people in the village are most in short supply of.

Before Song Hongguo could open his mouth to explain, he heard Zhao Zhenhua say with a smile, "Dad, why is this?" Of course, my cousin honors you and my mother, and a little more, my cousin bought a house today, which is a big deal, and I can't eat some good celebrations? ”

There is nothing wrong with this, although other people are also distressed, but they are more worried that Zhao Baoqing asked Song Hongguo to take back the buns again, and they can't eat them in their mouths, so they also echo around the bush.

Song Hongguo only needed to nod obediently and cooperate.

Seeing this, Zhao Baoqing couldn't say the words in his stomach, sighed, waved his hand, "Let's sit down and eat." ”

As the old saying goes, if you are poor, your ambition is easy to be short, and you don't have a little oil and water in your stomach. Even if it is him, he can't go against the will of the whole family, so he can only help more in the future and return this favor.

……

Song Hongguo was a guest, so she was naturally arranged at the table on the kang, with Ling Zhi and Ling Yuan next to her on the left and right.

Zhao Baoqing introduced her to the people in the family, the Zhao family is not separated, the four sons and two daughters, except for the eldest daughter who got married, everyone else lives in this courtyard, but at the moment, the younger son and the little daughter are not at home.

Song Hongguo shouted one by one, even if he recognized his relatives. Next, she began to eat, and she also saw with her own eyes the control of her son and daughter-in-law as a mother-in-law.

In these years, because of the scarcity of food, the meals are rationed, and the power to divide the rations is in the hands of the mother-in-law, who eats more and who eats less, all in her thoughts, the sons are two nests, the daughter-in-law is one, the older grandchildren are half, and those under the age of six can only drink thin food.

Everyone is used to it all.

But today is a little different, in addition to the nest, there are also buns, one for each son, and the daughter-in-law and their own children share a taste.

Song Hongguo saw the taste in her heart was indescribable, but it was not obvious on her face, she had a small amount of food, she didn't want to nest, she only ate a bun stuffed with cabbage, and she grabbed a few chopsticks in those dishes, and she never touched it again, there was no oil, no matter how powerful the cook was, there was nothing she could do, but fortunately, there was still a crispy pot she brought.

The crispy pot has long been cold, but in the local area, people prefer to eat it cold, and the reddish-brown soup solidifies into jelly-like fruit, which shows how big the oil and water are, but it is not greasy to eat in the mouth.

The crispy pot was naturally placed on the main table, and a few children were hungry and wanted to eat, so they came over with their eyes, Zhao Baoqing reprimanded a few words, but everyone also gave them a chopstick to taste.

"It smells so good."

"It's better than grandma's cooking!"

"This meal is better than the Chinese New Year's meal."

Zhao Zhenhua laughed, "To tell the truth, what's put here, pork belly and pig's trotters, even tofu is fried in oil, can it not be fragrant?" The pot that our family cooked for the New Year, except for the cabbage, is kelp and frozen tofu, without a little oil, can it be compared with this? ”

Several children shook their heads as if they were laughing, "Can't compare, can't compare." ”

"Even the dumplings on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve can't be compared." There was a little boy with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain smacking his mouth, "Dumplings are not as delicious as steamed buns." ”

Zhao Zhenhua laughed louder, "Then you still need to say?" Silly son, this is a big meat bun, and the dumplings in your milk bun are not even willing to put a little oil residue, so can it be delicious? ”

"You can't even eat it!" Zhao Baoqing glared at him angrily, did he expose his shortcomings so much? Isn't this a lack of heart!

Zhao Zhenhua didn't care, "My cousin is not an outsider. ”

He was like a mirror in his heart, this cousin was different from other relatives in their family, and even more different from the people in the village, he would not make fun of others because of their shabbyness, and she didn't show off anything when she came to the door with so many things, people just knew how to be polite.

Zhao Baoqing didn't have such a big heart, he still felt a little embarrassed, glared at him warningly, scolded and drove his grandchildren away, turned his head to look at Ling Zhi and Ling Yuan who were eating, and then said to Song Hongguo, "The big and small ones are not sensible, let you see the joke." ”

Song Hongguo hurriedly said, "Uncle said this, the third cousin is right, what is the family's jokes?" Besides, what child doesn't like to eat delicious food? I like it too. ”

Her words sounded good, Zhao Baoqing's face was naturally good-looking, and he was more concerned about her affairs, and after eating, he didn't wait for a while, and urged Zhao Zhenhua to clean up the house for her, and he followed.

When they arrived, Qiao Yonghui was already waiting at the gate, only saying hello to Zhao Baoqing, and didn't even look at Song Hongguo.

Song Hongguo, "......"

It feels like she's like a disaster, and people are hiding from her.

opened the door and went in, Zhao Baoqing looked at the front yard that had been cleaned up, nodded, and instructed his son to rework if he was not satisfied, "This must be your job, but there is no Yonghui Lisuo, you can't pull out a single grass, and when it rains, you have to grow another piece." ”

Zhao Zhenhua was full of food and drink, and his good temper was nagging by Lao Tzu

Song Hongguo was a little embarrassed and spoke for him, "Uncle, my cousin has already cleaned up well, and a little grass is not in the way, when I move in, I will slowly get it, and then how can there be land that does not grow grass?" ”

"That's it, it's ......"

Seeing that Zhao Baoqing was about to turn his face and teach his son a lesson, Song Hongguo quickly changed the topic, "Uncle, is the water in this pond alive?" ”

When Zhao Baoqing heard this, he nodded subconsciously, "This water flows out of the Red Leaf Valley, in order to bring in the living water, it took a lot of effort, and it was troublesome enough to pave the stones, and I don't know what he wanted, and he didn't raise fish, but he planted lotus root, but we planted a large piece of reed pond in our brigade, and we divided it every year, and there was no shortage of lotus root to eat." ”

Zhao Zhenhua said, "Dad, you don't understand this, right?" Uncle Cheng is to enjoy the scenery, and when the lotus flowers bloom in summer, it is called a beautiful one. ”

"Hmph, enjoy the scenery? Why don't you say feed the mosquitoes? ”

“……”

It is difficult to breed mosquitoes in places where there is water, this is inevitable, Zhao Zhenhua has nothing to say, because it is a fact, no matter how clean Uncle Cheng and his family are, mosquitoes are indispensable.

But none of this is a matter for Song Hongguo, she likes this pond too much, the living water is clear, lotus flowers are planted in it, and there are stones around it, which is simply built close to her heart and liver.