Just like when she was a child, she didn’t like eating, so she pretended to go out with her bowl to eat, and secretly poured the rice into the small ditch next to her, but was discovered by her mother.

Her mother picked up a cigar and wanted to hit her. Xu Qingzhi was so scared that she ran away from home, and her mother chased her like a jackal or tiger.

Xu Qingzhi ran to her classmate's house to play, all the while worrying about whether her mother would find her.

But her mother never caught up with him, and this "spicy" feeling never happened to her.

But the scare did work, and Xu Qingzhi never dared to secretly throw away the food again.

At this time, Xu Qingzhi ran into the house and talked about pouring the rice while washing his hands.

Wang Yanmei snorted twice, "You just learned your father's bad habits. Your father once dumped his food on the river bank in the village. Someone reported it to your grandparents, and then your father stopped studying. If he had studied, he wouldn't have to earn hard labor. Your eldest uncle served in the army after finishing school and became the village secretary. Your youngest uncle opened a clinic in the village after studying and also made money. But your father...ah."

Xu Qingzhi had heard the following words for more than ten years, but she raised her eyebrows and said, "My dad doesn't want to study because he spilled the rice. Grandpa and grandma don't want him to study?"

"No way..." Wang Yanmei said, looking both angry and amused, "It's because your dad told your grandparents that he didn't want to go to school because he ate tofu every day. In that era, having tofu to eat was a good thing, and the only oil and water in the family went to your dad. You inherited your dad's habit, you are very picky."

Xu Qingzhi smiled and hugged her mother's arm: "Luckily Dad found you, I am also lucky enough to have a good meal. Your cooking skills are recognized by the whole village."

Wang Yanmei shook her head. "What's the point of being good at cooking? It doesn't make money. Usually, the chefs hired for banquets are men. Your mother doesn't have the energy to cook a big pot of rice."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Yanmei's cell phone rang.

"Good luck, good luck to you..."

Wang Yanmei glanced at her cell phone, her face changed, and she walked out to answer the call.

Xu Qingzhi took a bowl and filled it with food for two people.

Xu Fuqiang helped people sell watermelons. He would not come back until he had sold a truckload of watermelons, and it would often take him until midnight to sell all of them.

She came back from the world of immortal cultivation and tempered her body with spiritual spring water. Her hearing is much better than that of normal people. As long as she wants to hear something, she can hear everything within a hundred meters.

Naturally, she could hear the sound of Wang Yanmei making the phone call.

It’s a call from my aunt Wang Jinlan.

According to the custom in Meicheng, a son-in-law is equivalent to a son.

So Xu Qingzhi calls Zhou Hongwei uncle and Wang Jinlan aunt.

Wang Jinlan cried and shouted, "Yanmei, it's not good, it's not good, Dad's health has worsened again, and he needs to go into the operating room. The doctor said that I have to pay 30,000 yuan immediately before the operation, and I estimate that I will need another 50,000 or 60,000 yuan as a guarantee, which can be paid slowly. I only have 3,000 yuan in my hand, so you can find a way to get some and transfer it to me."

"I...I don't have any money now. Fuqiang went to the county town to help sell watermelons. I..." Wang Yanmei was anxious.

"When you were little, Dad loved you the most. You can't ignore him!"

"I..." Wang Yanmei almost cried, "It's not that I don't care, I just really don't have any money."

"Yanmei, please think of a solution. Dad is in a very urgent situation now. I won't say any more to you."

Wang Yanmei looked at the hung up call, and on the phone screen was still a family photo taken in front of her mother's house.

By then, the old man was in better health and had a good New Year at home.

She clutched her phone tightly.

Xu Qingzhi shouted from inside: "Mom, it's time for dinner."

Wang Yanmei quickly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and responded, "Hey, here I come."

The dishes for two people are simpler, a bowl of boiled tender tofu and a bowl of stir-fried pork belly with dried beans.

Meicheng's dried tofu is well-known throughout the country. In fact, it's not just dried tofu, there are even more varieties of tofu. It is said that the water in Meicheng is good, so the tofu made from it tastes better.

Dried beans are rarely seen in the provincial capital. They are farm products. The long beans grown at home are boiled in water and dried into a brown-yellow color. They have the salty and fragrant aroma of beans, which is the same as the dish with preserved vegetables and pork belly. The most fragrant is fried dried beans with pork belly. Xu Qingzhi can eat two bowls of rice every time just for this dish.

However, no matter how delicious the food was, Wang Yanmei had no appetite as her mind was full of money.

(End of this chapter)