shock!As soon as he came back, his house was ransacked and he was exiled.

Jiang Zhimiao was really happy that Mingzhu Minghuai could go to school. From the inside out, her face even turned rosy.

It was said that Wen Zhuqing often cooked for the children at home, and they could learn a lot, but to be honest, she still felt that it was better to go to school.

Human beings are social animals by nature. It is good to study at home, but it is not good to stay in this nest all the time. You have to grow up and be in contact with the outside world. Generally speaking, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages of going to school.

The pork ribs soup had been simmering in the kitchen for a long time, and an extremely alluring aroma came out as soon as we entered the yard.

Xu Yourong and her children were sitting by the window turning over flower ropes. When Wen Zhuqing arrived, she smiled and said hello.

Only then did Wen Zhuqing realize that the room had been covered with carpets for some time. It had not been there a few days ago. He paused, a little confused.

But soon, this doubt was dispelled by the rich smell of meat. He took the soup from her. It was hot and instantly dispelled the coldness on his body.

Warmth hit his heart, he lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "Thank you."

The pork ribs soup had just been poured out of the pot, and the porcelain bowl was hot to the touch. She was wrapped in old clothes. Through the clothes, the temperature was suitable. It looked like she had done it deliberately.

Jiang Zhimiao smiled and said a few more words unconsciously: "It's nothing, this is what it should be. By the way, you can drink this pork ribs soup when it's hot. It tastes the best when it's fresh out of the pot. If it's reheated, it will only I’m afraid it will be a little worse.”

The most important thing in cooking is the heat and the texture. Naturally, the flavor is the best right after it comes out of the pot.

It’s cold in the snow season, so it’s best to eat something hot. She puts radish in the pork rib soup, which has the effects of moistening the lungs, denoising, relieving coughs and reducing phlegm. The pork ribs also supplement calcium, making it suitable for people with weak constitution and poor appetite.

A few days ago, she noticed that Mother Wen's appetite seemed to be a bit bad, she ate less every day, and Mrs. Wen, maybe because she was a little old, had gastrointestinal problems, and the pork rib soup could alleviate it a lot.

Wen Zhuqing had never studied medicine, so he didn't know that there were so many details about a pork rib soup. When he saw her instructions, he smiled and said "yes": "Okay, I understand, then I will thank you for the pork rib soup on their behalf." ”

Jiang Zhimiao waved his hand: "Okay, we are all following each other, why should we be so offended? If you want to drink, just drink. Don't talk about the word "thank you" all the time. It's like our two families have a strange relationship. "

"Mingzhu Minghuai and the others come to your house all day long for food. If you want to thank me, I should be the one thanking you. You said that, which makes me feel a little embarrassed. I won't dare to be so angry next time. Then ask Mingzhu and the others to eat at your house." She teased.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Zhuqing looked at her with a smile, and nodded heavily.

"By the way, is there a lot of fish in the river you mentioned?" She stood up straight, a little curious.

As if he hadn't woken up from the topic just now, he shook his head, his eyes clear, and said: "I heard from the old people in the village that there are many. I don't know the exact number, but I guess it is quite a lot."

"My father and I dug the hole in the outer area. The hole was shallow, and we didn't bring much bait. That's why we caught so many. If we had dug it in the inner area, we would have harvested a lot."

The young man tilted his head and thought deeply, with a solemn expression on his face as he spoke carefully.

Jiang Zhimiao closed his eyes, stretched his chin and nodded: "Well, if there are a lot of fish, and the snow stops in a few days, I will take Mingzhu and the others to catch a few fish and make crispy fish for a long time." I haven't eaten the crispy fish, so I thought about it." Thinking of the golden and crispy fried crispy fish, even the bones were crispy, her eyes shone and she swallowed unconsciously.

Wen Zhuqing didn't dare to look any further. When he raised his eyes, he saw a trace of desire on her face as she spoke. He paused, as if he understood something, and asked, "Is it that delicious?"

Jiang Zhimiao had just recalled her thoughts about the crispy fish. When she saw that he looked like he had never eaten it, her eyes widened and she said blankly: "Is it possible that you haven't eaten the crispy fish yet?"

Wen Zhu was silent. He held the porcelain bowl, turned his face slightly, and nodded heavily.

Logically speaking, shouldn’t crispy fish be classified as a new year’s product?Could it be that even though they are both from the capital, their New Year's goods are different?
Jiang Zhimiao was very puzzled. She looked at him suspiciously. Seeing his sincere look, she closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

"I really don't know how your family handles shopping. Although I was a concubine in the past, during the Chinese New Year, the house would distribute some New Year's goods to us, and the crispy fish must be among them."

Seeing her looking at him with pity, Wen Zhuqing was silent and lowered his head unconsciously.

It is true that during the Chinese New Year, the family will prepare new year's goods, and crispy fish is one of them. However, he has no interest in fish and has never tasted it. Naturally, he cannot understand how delicious the crispy fish in her mouth is.

If he knew that she loved crispy fish so much, he would have tasted it before. It would be a great blessing to appreciate the flavor she talked about.

Regret came up in an instant, and he lowered his eyes, feeling a little regretful.

"But don't be sad. It doesn't matter if you haven't eaten it before. Just eat it now. I'll go ice fishing in a few days. Then I'll give you some after I finish it, so you can taste what it tastes like."

As long as there is fish, she can make crispy fish. The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and it is time to start preparing New Year's goods. She has to make them early and late. If she makes more, she will share it with others.

He is born well, and his smile is beautiful. If there is a little regret and sadness on his face, it will really spoil his good color. He is just a crispy fish, and it is not a rare thing. Just give him more. .

Wen Zhuqing slowly raised his eyes and saw her smiling face. He paused and said warmly: "Thank you very much."

Seeing that he was confused about the crispy fish, Jiang Zhimiao popularized the method of making crispy fish, and then exchanged a few words. Suddenly he realized that the pork rib soup had lost its temperature, and the two of them reluctantly said goodbye.

Wen Zhuqing carried the fish in one hand and the pork rib soup in the other, and walked home absent-mindedly. Her mind was filled with the method of making crispy fish she just mentioned, including breading and frying. After thinking about it carefully, he felt, it seemed, It's not that difficult.

After Jiang Zhimiao told Xu Yourong about the children going to school in the spring, tears welled up in her eyes, she sobbed softly, and said several good words in a row while choking with sobs.

To be honest, it would be false to say that there was no gap in her heart after becoming a pariah. The difference between a commoner and a pariah was just one word, but there was an insurmountable chasm in the middle. She was worried that every night, she would think about her children going there. She was so worried about her future that she could not sleep.

Although she was still of low status now, she was really happy to be able to go to school with the children in the village, go in and out together, eat and drink together without distinction.