In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 31

As soon as the meat buns and pastries were brought out, the Zhao family was stunned. Under the unbelievable eyes, someone murmured subconsciously, "My mother..."

More than a dozen big meat buns, pure white flour, plump and fragrant, the impact can be imagined, and the mouth is already salivating without concealing it.

If it wasn't for the adults who were dragging it, the children would have rushed to snatch it.

Zhao Baoqing, the head of the family, was the first to wake up, and he felt sorry for her, and his tone was somewhat reproachful, "What are you doing? Why did you buy so many buns?"

How many food stamps and meat tickets will be used for this, these two are the most scarce things in the village.

Before Song Hongguo could open her mouth to explain, she heard Zhao Zhenhua say with a smile, "Father, why is this? Of course my cousin respects you and your mother. Besides, my cousin bought a house today. Celebrate?"

There was nothing wrong with these words, although other people felt distressed, but they were more worried that Zhao Baoqing asked Song Hongguo to take the buns back, and they couldn't eat them, so they followed suit in a roundabout way.

Song Hongguo just nodded obediently and cooperated.

Seeing this, Zhao Baoqing couldn't utter the words in his stomach. He sighed and waved his hands, "Sit down and eat."

The old saying is true, when people are poor, their ambitions tend to be short, and there is no oil in their stomachs. Who can bear it when they see meat buns?Even if it is him, he can't go against the wishes of the whole family. He can only help out more in the future and return the favor.

……

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

Zhao Baoqing introduced the family members to her. The Zhao family was not divided. There were four sons and two daughters. Except for the eldest daughter who was married off, everyone else lived in this yard, but right now, the youngest son and daughter were not at home.

Song Hongguo yelled one by one, even if he recognized relatives.Next, she began to eat, and she also saw with her own eyes how much control a mother-in-law has over her son and daughter-in-law.

These days, because of the scarcity of food, meals are rationed, and the power to divide the rations is held in the hands of the mother-in-law. Whoever eats more and who eats less is at her whim. The sons and daughter-in-law One, half for older grandchildren, and those under the age of six can only drink dilute.

Everyone is used to all this.

But today is a bit different, in addition to steamed buns, there are steamed stuffed buns, each of the sons has one, and the daughter-in-law and her own children share one to taste.

Song Hongguo looked at it with an unspeakable feeling in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face. She had a small appetite and didn't ask for steamed buns. She only ate a steamed bun stuffed with cabbage. She took a few chopsticks from those dishes and never touched them again No, no oil, no matter how good the cook is, there is nothing he can do. Fortunately, there is the crispy pot she brought.

The crispy pot has been cold for a long time, but in the local area, people prefer to eat it cold. The reddish-brown soup solidifies into a jelly-like shape, which shows how oily and watery it is, but it is not greasy at all when eaten.

The crispy pot was naturally placed on the main table, and a few children eagerly came over to eat it, Zhao Baoqing reprimanded them, but each of them gave them a piece of chopsticks to taste.

"It's delicious."

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

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

Zhao Zhenhua laughed, "To be honest, what's in it? Pork belly, pig's trotters, and even tofu are fried. Isn't it delicious? The pot we cook for Chinese New Year, except for cabbage, is kelp and Frozen tofu, no oil, can it compare with this?"

A few children shook their heads as if they were amused, "It can't be compared, it can't be compared."

"The dumplings on New Year's Eve can't even compare." A little boy with a thick head and a tiger brain smacked his lips, "Dumplings are not as good as steamed stuffed buns."

Zhao Zhenhua laughed even louder, "What do you need to say? Silly son, this is a big meat bun. You don't even want to put some oily residue in the dumpling made with milk. Can it be delicious?"

"I can't stop you from eating!" Zhao Baoqing glared at him angrily. Is there anyone who exposes himself like this?Isn't this short-sighted!
Zhao Zhenhua didn't take it seriously, "My cousin is not an outsider."

It was clear in his heart that this cousin was different from other relatives in their family, even more different from people in the village. She would not make fun of others because of their shabby lives. She brought so many things to the door to show off. It's just polite.

Zhao Baoqing was not as big-hearted as he was. He still felt a little embarrassed, so he gave him a warning look, laughed and scolded his grandchildren away, then turned his head to look at Ling Zhi and Ling Yuan who were eating in a gentle manner, and then said to Song Hongguo: , "The big and the small are not sensible, let you see a joke."

Song Hongguo hurriedly said, "My uncle is outrageous when he says this. The third cousin is right. What's so funny about the family? Besides, who doesn't like delicious food? I like it too."

She spoke nicely, so Zhao Baoqing's complexion naturally became better, and he paid more attention to her affairs. After eating, before he had a rest, he urged Zhao Zhenhua to clean up the house for her, and he followed along.

When they arrived, Qiao Yonghui was already waiting at the gate, and he only said hello to Zhao Baoqing, without even looking at Song Hongguo.

Song Hongguo, "..."

It feels like she is a disaster, and people avoid her.

Opening the door and going in, Zhao Baoqing looked at the cleared front yard and nodded, dissatisfied, he ordered his son to go back to work, "This must be your job, but Yonghui didn't do it neatly, pulling any weeds would be worthless." If you can’t pull it out cleanly, it will grow again when it rains.”

Zhao Zhenhua had enough to eat and drink, he was good-tempered and let himself be Lao Tzu's nagging

Song Hongguo was a little embarrassed, and spoke for him, "Uncle, my cousin has already tidied up pretty well, and some grass doesn't bother me. I'll do it slowly after I move in. Besides, there's no land that doesn't grow grass. ?”

"It's, it's..."

Seeing that Zhao Baoqing was about to turn his back on his son again, Song Hongguo quickly changed the subject, "Uncle, is the water in this pond alive?"

Hearing this, Zhao Baoqing nodded subconsciously, "This water flows from the Red Leaf Valley. At the beginning, it took a lot of effort to bring in the living water. Just laying stones was too troublesome. I don't know what he was trying to do." , and we don’t raise fish, but we grow lotus root, but we plant a large piece of reed pond in our brigade, which is distributed every year, and there is no shortage of lotus root.”

Zhao Zhenhua said, "Father, don't you understand? Uncle Cheng is here to enjoy the scenery. When the lotus blooms in summer, it is beautiful."

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

"..."

Mosquitoes are easy to breed in places with water, this is unavoidable, Zhao Zhenhua has nothing to say, because it is a fact, no matter how clean Mr. Cheng and his wife are, mosquitoes are inevitable, sitting here at night to enjoy the scenery, you must order wormwood Otherwise, mosquitoes will bite you all over your head.

But these are not a problem for Song Hongguo, she likes this pond very much, the running water is clear, lotus is planted in it, surrounded by stones, it is built close to her heart.

(End of this chapter)