"Xiaoqi, have some sweet soup." At the door, Su Ma knocked and came in with a bowl.
When she entered the room, she saw her daughter holding an English book. Although she couldn't understand it, Su's mother still had a smile on her face and looked very happy.
Usually, Xiaoqi would get angry when her mother came in. Although her mother had changed her habit of not knocking on the door, she still felt like her mother was raiding and checking on her when she came in like this.
There was a period of time in particular when she read more romance novels. Although her mother might not understand them, she felt guilty, and the manifestation of her guilt was anger.
But today, when she saw the soft and sweet peanut soup cooked by her mother, she felt mixed emotions while drinking it.
Although the ingredients of peanut sweet soup are simple, it is very troublesome to make. First, soak the peanut kernels in cold water for an hour, then remove the red skin on the outside, then put the peeled peanut kernels in a casserole and boil them over high heat. After boiling, simmer over low heat. After simmering for about an hour, add cold water, boil over high heat again, add rock sugar, and simmer over low heat until the soup is thick and milky white.
A simple bowl of sweet peanut soup takes hours to prepare.
Apart from her mother, probably no one else would be willing to eat this sweet soup that she spent so much effort to make for her.
"Use a spoon to scoop it out. Don't hold the bowl while drinking. There's a gap on the rim of the bowl and you might cut your mouth." Mother Su said while rubbing her scarf.
This one sentence made Su Xiaoqi jealous again.
There is no bowl in the house without a crack, but if there is any, I will definitely give it to her.
After finishing the sweet soup, she said, "Mom, I want to go to the city tomorrow."
"It's vacation time now, why go to the city? It's hot in the city in the summer and you can easily get heatstroke. It's cooler at home and you don't have to do any work at home. Just stay here and read a book."
"No, a classmate of mine introduced me to a tutoring job. I want to try it. It also happens to be a good opportunity to earn some tuition fees." Su Xiaoqi said slowly.
After entering high school, it seems that this is not the first time I have lied.
Shame on you for lying, shame on you for asking for money, shame on you for going out to play.
I know it's wrong, but I just can't control myself.
In Mother Su's heart, her daughter is extremely well-behaved. She stays at home obediently and never goes out to play. Naturally, she trusts her.
He just said, "I need to discuss this with your dad. It's very chaotic outside right now. Which classmate is going? Do you want to go with me?"
Su Xiaoqi mumbled a few words in reply and then picked up the book.
Su's mother was worried about disturbing her daughter's reading, so she didn't say much and went downstairs with the bowl.
In the following time, Su Xiaoqi took out the New Concept English Elementary textbook, stood up and recited it, walking back and forth in the room while reciting.
The sound is very loud.
At first, I would watch the number of steps and money increase, but later I was completely immersed in the book.
Things that I used to remember and forget are now very clear.
It seems that I can remember it firmly after reading it once.
She read louder and louder.
Su's father and mother were talking downstairs, and when I heard their voices, I unconsciously lowered my voice a little.
"The child said he wanted to go to the city to be a tutor. He said a classmate introduced him to the school so he could earn some tuition fees." Mother Su whispered.
Mr. Su doesn't smoke and doesn't go out to chat. He sits among a pile of bamboo strips, quickly weaving an earthen winnowing basket with his hands. Two such winnowing baskets can be sold for 26 yuan, but it is not easy to make.
You have to go up the mountain to cut bamboo, drag the bamboo back home, let it dry for a while, then split the bamboo into long strips, and then remove the innermost layer of bamboo flesh. The thin bamboo strips have to be split into three layers, turning from brittle and straight bamboo into soft bamboo strips. The last layer of bamboo strips with skin is usable, and then it can be woven.
He does nothing all day long but weaves earthen winnowing baskets. Dad Su's highest record is two and a half pairs, or five earthen winnowing baskets, in a day. He has to work from dawn to midnight, and can sell them for 65 yuan.
This does not include the time spent going up the mountain to cut bamboo, carrying the bamboo back home, and the travel expenses of transporting the winnowing baskets to the city to sell them.
Because the dustpan is so big, I can’t get on the bus into the city.
Su Xiaoqi once walked with her father from the place where they got off the bus in the village to the place where winnowing baskets were sold. She was empty-handed, and her father carried the winnowing basket. The bamboo winnowing basket was wet and heavy, and her father's left foot was lame. She was out of breath while walking. It was such a long distance, and the bus fare was one yuan, but her father had to carry the winnowing basket and walk there.
It's impossible to take a taxi. A load of winnowing baskets doesn't earn much money, and if you take a taxi, it will all be gone. It's all hard-earned money.
Father Su's hands were constantly weaving the winnowing basket. Although his hands were rough and had many calluses, the fresh bamboo would still cut his hands, leaving them covered with scars.
He was silent for a long time before he spoke: "If you want to go, go. You're old enough to go out. You'll go to college and go further away. We can't always accompany you."
Mother Su kept quiet, cleaned up the stove, and sat down to help weave the winnowing basket.
When Su Xiaoqi finished memorizing a book, she saw that the step count showed 10,000 steps and the money showed 1,000 yuan, and there was no increase, so she went downstairs to drink some water.
I saw my parents weaving winnowing baskets under the dim light.
Moths flitted around the light.
It was very quiet outside. The adults and children who were chatting and playing had all gone home, and occasionally the sound of dogs barking could be heard.
"Your mother said you are going to the city tomorrow. I happen to be going to sell winnowing baskets, so I will go with you." Su's father said.
"Yeah, okay."
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