"By the way, Mom, I picked some bayberries and mailed them to my third aunt, and I brought them back to you by express and put them on the table. I also bought some chicken and ducklings and put them in the back mountain, and I also planted vegetables on the land on the slope." Xu Qingzhi said all these things one by one, so that his parents would not see and ask about it later.

Wang Yanmei didn't expect her daughter to do so much work in one afternoon. She said distressedly, "Don't do it next time. It's bad for your health to do so much work at once. What do you want to eat tonight? Mom will make it for you!"

Xu Qingzhi said happily, "I want to eat a bowl of dried beans and pork, a bowl of fried chicken with sliced ​​ginger, a bowl of water spinach, and scrambled eggs with green peppers. The green peppers I planted have grown but I haven't eaten them yet. Scrambled eggs must be especially good with rice."

"Okay, okay, mom will make everything for you. In addition to these, I have to make a few more dishes and a soup. Your uncle Wang is coming to eat. There are too few dishes at home." Wang Yanmei waved her hand and told Xu Fuqiang who got off the car later, "Your daughter wants to eat scrambled eggs with green peppers and water spinach. Go pick some vegetables."

"Okay." Xu Fuqiang was not unhappy at all when his wife ordered him around.

Most men of this age in the village are somewhat chauvinistic and think that cooking, washing dishes and laundry are all women's work. Even though both husband and wife go out to earn money, they let women do everything else.

There was a man in the next village who was always unhappy with his wife and beat her all the time. His bad reputation spread to this village.

When grandma was still alive, I talked to her every day.

"Qingzhi, you can't marry a man who beats his wife, nor one who breaks the law. You need to find a man who has a good temper like your father, who treats you well, and whom you like."

The old lady would touch her hands, those weathered and wrinkled hands, which made Xu Qingzhi's hands feel a little painful.

"Grandma is old, and she may not live long enough to see you get married."

At this time, Grandpa would always hear it, come out of the house and say something to Grandma, "Qingzhi is studying, why are you nagging her to get married every day?"

Then the grandma gave him a look, and the grandpa turned his face away, not looking at her and not saying a word.

When Xu Qingzhi thinks about it now, she still thinks that grandpa's expression is very interesting, and it is exactly the same as her father's expression.

Wang Yanmei had already walked into the house and saw the two extra jars at home. She shouted in her usual loud voice: "Hey, Qingzhi, what did you do? Did you add bayberry to the water?"

Xu Qingzhi followed him into the house, took a cup of sour plum soup from the water cup beside her, and handed it to her mother: "This is sour plum soup. I picked too many bayberries, so I made some to drink. Over there is bayberry wine, you have to wait a while. Mom, how do you taste this?"

"How come you can do these things?" Wang Yanmei asked in surprise.

Xu Qingzhi looked calm and said, "I just searched online. There are so many tutorials."

Wang Yanmei took the cup and smelled it before she tasted it: "This sour plum soup is so fragrant, it makes me feel comfortable just by smelling it."

After saying that, Wang Yanmei gulped down the rest of the sour plum soup in one gulp. Not yet satisfied, she went to get another cup.

After drinking the second glass, Wang Yanmei wanted to drink more.

This sour plum soup is just like that Xuanmai, you don’t want to stop drinking it.

But she still has to cook quickly as her family is having a dinner party tonight.

So, she poured another cup of sour plum soup and took it to the kitchen so that she could have a sip whenever she wanted.

When Xu Fuqiang came back from picking vegetables, he found two large jars in the house.

After all, the two jars are placed on the shelf in the living room and can be seen as soon as you enter the door. The jars are large and particularly eye-catching.

Xu Qingzhi had just finished eating the eggs in her hand, and with empty hands, she went to get a cup of sour plum soup for her father.

"Dad, try this sour plum soup I made with my own bayberries."

Xu Fuqiang was thirsty, so he took the drink and gulped it down like water. He smacked his lips twice, as if he was still savoring the taste.

"Hey, Qingzhi, you know what, this sour plum soup you made tastes great! It's just that Dad drank it too fast, and I felt like I couldn't taste it. Let me try another cup." Xu Fuqiang took another cup and gulped it down.

Wang Yanmei shouted loudly in the kitchen: "Stop drinking and come help me."

"Here it comes." Xu Fuqiang glanced at the kitchen and saw that there was still a lot of sour plum soup, so he reluctantly put down the cup.

Soon, there was a noise outside the door.

Wang Yanmei shouted, "Qingzhi, your uncle Wang should be here, go and entertain him."

(End of this chapter)