Chapter 242 Little Cuckoo
The art troupe's departure date was set for May 18th, which happened to be a weekend.
It is common for the art troupe to perform outside, but this time it seems to be particularly sensational. Everyone in the compound is talking about it, and even Lin Anan, a stay-at-home girl, can hear it often. You can imagine how popular it is.
The ingredients for making dry food have been bought. Lin Anan knew that she was not good enough, so she asked Aunt Luo to come over to help on Saturday. If for no other reason, she also wanted her adopted brother Lin Zihuai to eat better.
Lin Anan sorted out the ingredients one by one and placed them on the chopping board in the kitchen.
Flour, sesame seeds, peanuts, salt and sugar are the best items to buy.
"Ah, open the door."
“Here I come.”
Aunt Luo was carrying a little baby on her back, who was Li Lu's third daughter.
The little baby was very well behaved. He blinked his big eyes and looked around curiously.
After Aunt Luo came in, she put her on the sofa. She didn't cry or make a fuss, but just sat quietly, playing with a small wooden stick.
Chu Mingyu was fiddling with his scrap metal on the coffee table. When he saw the little kid coming, he immediately took on the role of the little brother and said, "Auntie, go and do your work. I'll help you look after your sister."
Aunt Luo smiled with her eyes curved, "An An, your sister Lan and brother Yu are so sensible. When you have a baby in the future, you don't have to worry about it. Just let them take care of it for you."
Lin Anan: “…”
Lin Anan laughed awkwardly.
"The ingredients used to make dry rations must be good. Only dry rations made with good ingredients can be stored for a long time. Auntie will teach you today. Women in our military district may not know anything, but you must learn the skill of making dry rations. In the future, when men go out, you must prepare some for them."
"Yeah, okay."
As Aunt Luo spoke, she rolled up her sleeves, walked into the kitchen, picked up the ingredients on the chopping board, looked at them one by one, and praised Lin Anan for buying good products.
"An An, if you want to make fried noodles, you have to sift the flour first to sift out the impurities. This way, the fried noodles will be delicate and delicious." She picked up the sieve skillfully and began to sift the flour.
Lin Anan was helping out on the side and was learning very seriously.
"After sifting the flour, we'll start frying. The fire can't be too big when frying. We have to fry slowly over low heat, otherwise it will easily get burnt."
Aunt Luo poured the sifted flour into the pot and started to stir-fry.
After a while, the aroma of flour wafted from the kitchen.
"Smell this smell, this is the smell of fried noodles almost done. When the noodles turn golden brown, they are almost done."
Lin Anan leaned over and smelled it, "Hmm, it smells so good!"
Aunt Luo smiled and said, "Don't worry, it's not ready yet! After the noodles are fried, we still need to season them. Put salt and sugar in them, and add some sesame seeds and crushed peanuts, and it will taste better."
As she spoke, she put the seasonings, sesame seeds and chopped peanuts into the pot and continued to stir-fry.
After frying the noodles, start to cool.
Aunt Luo began to teach Lin Anan how to make pancakes. "When making pancakes, the ratio of flour to water is very important. It is usually one to 0.6. This way, the dough will be just the right hardness and softness."
Aunt Luo has very skillful hands and she kneaded the dough in no time.
It’s just that the way she kneaded the dough… Lin Anan felt that her eyes would become useless as well as her hands.
“Then let the dough rise for a while.”
"OK."
Aunt Luo washed her hands and took Lin Anan back to the main hall to chat.
"By the way, you asked me about the Du family last time. Do you have a conflict with the Du family?"
Lin Anan was stunned!
Suddenly I remembered that I had asked Dujuan, but it was just a casual question at the time. I didn't expect that Aunt Luo actually remembered it.
"No, isn't the Du family's daughter from the art troupe? The girl is very outstanding, so I just asked casually."
Aunt Luo seemed to be relieved. "You mean his eldest daughter? I know, that little girl is very beautiful."
"Yes, her name is Dujuan."
Hearing what Aunt Luo said, Lin Anan suddenly had a bad feeling...
Sure enough, her next sentence was: "In this world, if there is a stepmother, there is a stepfather. No matter how hard it is, this child has to stay with his biological mother."
Lin Anan hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Is this Du family's second marriage?"
"That's right."
Aunt Luo held her granddaughter in her arms. The little one was a little sleepy, so she patted her.
When Chu Mingyu saw that the little guy had fallen asleep and there were adults talking at home, he hurried away, saying that he was going to play next door.
Chu Minglan didn't move. She just sat on the small stool, not saying a word and listening quietly.
"Old Du is actually a good guy. He used to be an armored soldier and is quite capable. Later he married a woman from another place, who seems to be from Guangzhou. She is good-looking, but very thin..."
Du's mother couldn't stand the hardship of life in the northwest, and after giving birth to a girl, she felt there was no hope for life, so she ran away.
The Du family couldn't do anything after this man ran away. At that time, people were very illiterate. Although Du's father was a soldier, he still didn't even have a marriage certificate.
Dujuan has been without a mother since she was born, and her father is busy. Thanks to her grandparents who loved her, fed her little by little, and raised her up.
People of this generation are particularly obsessed with the concept of marriage, and always feel that life cannot be good without a woman in the family.
So when Dujuan was four years old, Du's father married a new wife named Jiang Bilan.
Little Dujuan was very happy at first because he finally had a mother.
People around her also told her to be good, not to make her mother angry, to be diligent and sensible. Otherwise, this mother would run away like the last bad mother...
Grandpa and grandma Du were very considerate. They wanted Jiang Bilan to be nicer to their granddaughter, so they didn't disturb the whole family and went back to their hometown immediately.
At first, everything was fine.
But gradually, everyone noticed that little Dujuan spoke less and less and became thinner and thinner.
Whenever the neighbors asked about it, Jiang Bilan would just say indifferently that the child was difficult to take care of.
Later, Jiang Bilan gave birth to two children in three years, a son and a daughter, and Du Juan became a completely invisible person in the Du family.
Work more, eat less, get in the way less, and talk less; this is Dujuan's principle for living at home.
"Luckily, that child is talented. She usually doesn't talk, but she managed to get into the art troupe without making a sound. She can sing and dance."
Aunt Luo hadn't noticed that Lin An'an's expression was not right, and she kept talking to herself: "You said Jiang Bilan was not good, but she didn't beat or scold her, she just didn't want to take care of her.
I think the worst one is Lao Du. He has such a good daughter, but he never treats her seriously. He just does whatever she says.
I heard that the little girl moved to the dormitory of the art troupe on the day she joined the troupe. As soon as she moved, her room was gone, and she said it was used as a study for her sister. Tell me, what kind of study do the kids in our compound need..."
Lin Anan felt very uncomfortable.
If you say she sympathizes, she wouldn't dare to sympathize with you blindly.
After all, Jiang Tong is also a child from a single-parent family, and his father doesn't care about him and his mother doesn't love him.
But Dujuan's eyes are clear.
All I can say is... she's not as simple as she appears.
One can imagine how much effort a child has to put in to survive on his own and finally join the art troupe.
Anyone who has the perseverance to work hard is not a simple person.
Lin Anan sighed in her heart!
Speaking of simple, Lin Zihuai seems to be missing a few screws in his brain, that's really the simplest...
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