Chapter 419 Stay for dinner, Qin family private conversation

At first she had not thought that the dim sum business could grow so big. The oven she bought before had a small capacity and had to run non-stop every day, so the machine aged quickly. Now she has re-ordered a larger capacity oven and bought two. In the future, she does not have to worry about large orders and insufficient supply.

When everyone heard this, they followed Zhang Wanwan's advice.

Father Zhang crossed his legs comfortably, looking out the window and counting the time. The three members of the Qin family were planning to go back to the end of the village, but were stopped by Mother Zhang. "You have been in the car for the whole morning and have not had any rest here. Stay at home for dinner and go back after dinner. I guess you will have to take care of the work here tomorrow. The new house will host a party on the eighth day of the first lunar month. Then we can go together to have some fun."

"Okay, okay." Mother Qin couldn't stop smiling. If it were in the past, she would definitely reject Mother Zhang's kindness, but now the two families are almost becoming the Qin family, she doesn't need to be so outspoken.

Because there were four more people from the Qin family, Zhang's mother wanted to prepare a richer meal in the evening. The lobsters and crabs she bought earlier were still there, so she simply found Zhang Wanwan and discussed with her, "What should we cook in the evening? I thought these lobsters and crabs wouldn't last long, but I didn't expect them to be alive after so many days. It's just right to cook them in the evening so that I don't have to worry about them."

Zhang Wanwan nodded and said, "How about this. I still have a lot of flour left for making snacks. I'll knead the dough to make some seafood and vegetable noodles and some dumplings. There's a large piece of pork in the refrigerator and a lot of greens in the vegetable garden. I'll soak some mushrooms and make some cabbage and pork stuffing, mushroom and pork stuffing, or three-fresh stuffing. I'll put lobster and crab in the seafood noodles. I'll kill a chicken and make some broth. When the time comes, there won't be too much left over after everyone shares it."

The main reason is that they are moving tonight and no one will be here tomorrow. If they cook a lot of side dishes, there will inevitably be too much left over, which will be difficult to deal with later. It is simpler to eat this way, and you can make more dumplings and freeze them. You can cook them anytime you want to eat them, and you can also give some to the Qin family.

Zhang's mother thought about it and thought that Zhang Wanwan's suggestion was good. She looked at the sky and saw that it was not too late, so there was still time to prepare.

Qin's mother and Qin Wenjun sat outside for a while, and when they saw that Zhang Wanwan hadn't come out yet, they came in to help.

Qin Wenjun and Zhang Wanwan kneaded the dough to prepare the dumpling skins and noodles, Qin's mother killed a chicken, and Zhang's mother prepared other fillings. Everyone chatted while they were busy, and time passed quickly. Because it took some time to prepare the fillings, the group did not have dinner until eight o'clock in the evening.

The happiest person was Qin Wenbin. He accepted everything served to him at the dinner table and was very supportive. He didn't stop until he had finished two bowls of seafood noodles and two bowls of dumplings.

On the way back, he almost couldn't walk. He walked very carefully with his big belly, holding a bag of raw dumplings given by Zhang's mother in his hand.

Seeing him like this, Qin's mother kept shaking her head and said to Qin's father, "I don't know who your son takes after. He looked like I, his mother, had starved him for three days and three nights while he was eating just now!"

If it wasn't so difficult to say unlucky things during the New Year, she really wanted to say that Qin Wenbin was the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

Qin Wenbin retorted, "You didn't starve me for three days and three nights. Let me calculate. Starting from the first day of the new year, you only made me hungry for nine meals. You finally made up for it tonight!"

Talking about going back to his hometown, Qin Wenbin had a lot of complaints to express. When they returned home, they found that the old house was indeed extremely dirty and could not be lived in at all. They had no choice but to temporarily live in his uncle's house. His uncle's house was not much better than theirs, and there were many people with a lot of gossips. Seeing that they did not bring anything good back, they were not very willing to entertain them. They also ate ordinary meals. If it were in the past, he would definitely not mind it, but after staying in Xiqiao Village for such a long time, his mouth had been spoiled. When he returned, he found that he could not eat the food at all. Even the braised pork was not as good as the dish of green vegetables fried by Zhang's mother.

But when you are under someone's roof, you can't make too many demands on them, so Qin Wenbin had to endure it. He endured it for two or three days. He felt that he could not hold on any longer, so his father asked to come back.

Qin Wenbin was so moved that he almost cried. He left without even looking back, as if someone was chasing him with a dog.

After hearing what Qin Wenbin said, Qin's father and mother were silent. Qin's mother sighed and said, "I didn't think much of it before, but after living here for a few months, I have become more particular about it. But I can't blame you, I feel the same way."

Mother Qin is not a person who cares about food and drink, but the fact that she said such words shows that she really thinks so from the bottom of her heart.

Thinking of this, Qin's mother couldn't help but complain, "I remember you gave Uncle 400 yuan on the first night of the New Year. We stayed at their house for three nights and had a few meals. 400 yuan was a lot, but they didn't even prepare a decent meal for us! I would have been happy even if they killed a chicken, but for so many days, they fed us pickles every day. I felt like I was about to turn into pickles. They didn't even think about the fact that they were still farming our land!"

Speaking of these things, Qin's mother was also very angry, but she had never mentioned it before.

Father Qin rubbed his brows in pain, "Okay, what's the point of saying so much? The villagers are like that. If you don't like it, we can just not live there. In fact, there is no chance to live there anymore. When Wenjun gets married, we probably won't go back all year round. When we save enough money, we will buy a piece of land here to build a house and find a wife for Wenbin. There will be no chance to go back in the future."

"What about the land at home?" Qin's mother asked worriedly. She didn't think so much about it before, but now she is afraid that the land will be given to others for cultivation and she will not be able to get it back.

Qin Wenbin on the side said quickly: "Mom, if we really build a house here, we will sell all the fields in our hometown. This way, you don't have to worry about the fields all the time."

"How can you sell it?" Qin's father shook his head disapprovingly. After all, it was his family's property, and he would always feel uneasy if he sold it.

Mother Qin thought this was a good idea, but Father Qin disagreed, so she put it aside for the time being and would talk about it later.

The family of three returned to the house at the end of the village. Qin Wenbin put the things in the refrigerator in the kitchen and said to his father, "Dad, you go to sleep first. I'll keep watch and take over from you at twelve o'clock. Anyway, I'm full at night, and I can't sleep even if you ask me to."

Father Qin looked at Qin Wenbin's belly, turned around and went back to his room without saying anything.

It was unknown how long it had been before Father Qin woke up when he heard the faint sound of firecrackers in the village. He put on his coat and went out to see Qin Wenbin, who was sitting on a chair playing with his phone, asking, "What time is it?"

(End of this chapter)