Xu Qingzhi stayed in the spiritual space for a whole night. She came out when she heard her mother calling her.
Although I didn't sleep all night, I felt very refreshed.
Wang Yanmei shouted outside for a while, knocked on the door symbolically, and walked in.
Xu Qingzhi lay on the bed, pretending to be sleepy, and was glad that he had acted quickly.
The door lock of this room was broken and could not be locked, but fortunately her mother was never one to barge in without saying a word.
Usually she would knock on the door first, but as long as the door was not locked, her mother would come in if she could.
Well, that is to say, her mother is somewhat polite, but not much.
Wang Yanmei's movements to wake people up were very smooth. She opened the curtains to let in the light from outside while shouting, "Hurry up and get up. The sun is about to burn your butt. You lazy bastard, why don't you get up? It's already ten o'clock."
Xu Qingzhi glanced at the time on his phone: 8:39.
She mumbled, trying to reason, "Mom, it's only eight o'clock."
"Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy, and young people should act like young people." Wang Yanmei glanced at her, confirmed that she was awake, and waved her hand, saying, "Go wash up quickly. The noodles are ready. I'll wait for you to get up and make the soup."
"Okay, Mom." Xu Qingzhi responded obediently.
Wang Yanmei went to the kitchen to work again.
Xu Qingzhi got up from the bed and went to brush his teeth and wash his face.
Since she came back, she didn't wear makeup, so she washed up quickly and sat at the dining table waiting for breakfast a few minutes later.
Wang Yanmei placed the hot rice noodles on the table and urged, "Eat them while they're hot. If you keep them for too long, they won't taste good."
Xu Qingzhi picked up the chopsticks, picked up the rice noodles, and slurped them in one gulp.
Meicheng's breakfast is mainly based on local rice noodles, which are called rice noodles for short. Compared with other places, the texture is softer, thin and round, and each strand is white and tender when cooked.
A bowl of freshly cooked rice noodles, served with steaming thick soup and toppings of different tastes.
Thousands of flavors are hidden in the powder.
Xu Qingzhi’s favorite dish is stir-fried pork with chili peppers, but the rice noodles made by her mother are more homely.
Fry a few poached eggs in the fragrant tea seed oil and add the crushed red pepper from Soul Farm to the soup base, turning it milky white and bright red.
Xu Qingzhi finished a bowl of noodles in just two minutes.
Xu Fuqiang, who was standing by, was also eating with gusto, and said to Xu Qingzhi: "Your mother's cooking skills are really getting better and better."
"Of course." Xu Qingzhi nodded in agreement, raised his hand, took a piece of paper and wiped his mouth.
Wang Yanmei also felt that the food these past two days was particularly delicious. She said, "It may be related to the tea seed oil. The tea seed oil here is really delicious. Unfortunately, there were not many tea seeds at home last year. Usually, your father and I would use other oils to cook at home. Only after you came back did we use tea seed oil to cook. This bucket of tea seed oil was brought here by your grandmother yesterday because she saw you were here. It tastes good, but after you finish it, you have to ask your fellow villagers to buy some more. It costs 70 or 80 yuan per pound."
"Mom, since the food smells good, use this oil. I have money." Xu Qingzhi certainly wouldn't tell anyone that he had dropped a few drops of spiritual spring water into the rapeseed oil.
Even without adding Lingquan water, tea seed oil itself is indeed more fragrant than other oils for cooking and has higher nutritional value, not to mention adding Lingquan water.
Wang Yanmei listened to her daughter's words and responded with a smile on her face: "Okay, I will use tea seed oil to cook in the future."
Xu Qingzhi frowned, not very happy: "Dad, what are you talking about? You make me look like an outsider. You should save the little money you earn for your retirement."
"Qingzhi, you are still young and don't understand." Grandma Chen Xiaoqing at the side began her sermon, "Nowadays young people look for a partner who is of equal social status. If you don't have some money, people will look down on you..."
Xu Qingzhi rubbed his head and said in a tough tone, "Grandma, I'm not planning to find a partner yet. Don't tell me about this in the future. It makes my head hurt."
After saying that, Xu Qingzhi carried the finished bowl of soup into the kitchen.
Of course, how could she be angry about such a small matter? She had lived for more than 500 years. She was deliberately speaking so harshly, because if she didn't make it clear, her family would keep talking about it.
Now that she has firmly refused, her parents are not unreasonable and they will not nag her anymore.
Sure enough, Wang Yanmei shook her head and said to Chen Xiaoqing, "Mom, you should stop caring about Qingzhi at your age. Qingzhi is only 22 years old, still young. As her parents, we don't want her to get married so early. It all depends on what she thinks."
Chen Xiaoqing nodded. Naturally, she would not get angry with her younger generations over such a matter. She had liked these grandchildren since they were young.
As she ate the rice noodles, she couldn't help but praise, "This rice noodle is really delicious, Yanmei, why don't you try opening a rice noodle stall in your Taoshui Village tomorrow."
Xu Fuqiang thought this idea was feasible.
"Yanmei, with your skills, you can open a noodle stall and maybe make some money. We work as laborers every day and can't make much money. We have to rely on others for food."
Wang Yanmei was a little tempted, as she and Xu Fuqiang had done some business in the village before.
That was when she was pregnant. She and Xu Fuqiang sold tofu. They got up at three or four o'clock every night, and sold it along the street before seven o'clock in the morning, carrying the tofu.
But the tofu made by Xu Fuqiang always tasted a little bit bad, and he did not inherit his father's tofu-making skills. Few people bought it, and the profit margin was not high. Even now, two pieces of tofu only sold for one yuan.
Later, she and Xu Fuqiang gave up making tofu, and Xu Fuqiang's eldest brother took over, and they are still selling tofu until now.
She and Xu Fuqiang had also thought about going out to work and earn money.
But at that time, my two children were still young and both had to go to school, so I was always worried about them, so I kept farming in the village. I could earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a year from the rice harvest, and did odd jobs the rest of the time.
Over the years, the two helped sell watermelons, build houses, pick tea seeds, collect Chinese medicinal herbs... They did everything they could to make money. Wang Yanmei even joined the village waist drum team, and she could earn 120 yuan, a towel and a pack of cigarettes for playing drums at weddings and funerals.
Wang Yanmei thought about it carefully. She and Xu Fuqiang didn't have any money at the moment. The cost of the noodle stall was not high, but it was no good to have no money. She had to find an excuse and said, "Let's talk about it later. Take care of Dad first."
At noon, Wang Yanmei prepared the meal and put one portion in an insulated lunch box.
Chen Xiaoqing stewed the ginseng from yesterday again.
After dinner, the family went to the hospital.
Chen Xiaoqing brought some porridge and side dishes in the morning. She was afraid that Wang Kaifu would be hungry, so he had lunch early today and it was only 11:30 when he arrived at the hospital.
When we arrived at the ward, Wang Kaifu was already eating.
Wang Jinlan and Zhou Hongwei were both there, as was my fourth aunt, and Wang Jinlan's daughter Wang Linlin.
Wang Jinlan saw Wang Yanmei holding a lunch box and said with a smile, "Sister, why didn't you tell me earlier that you were going to bring lunch to Dad today? Now Linlin is back and said she wants to cook for Grandpa herself to show her filial piety."
(End of this chapter)