"What's wrong with you today? Why don't you even eat meat?" Mrs. Ye said as she pushed the plate of stir-fried cabbage and pork slices in front of the children.
Seeing this, Mrs. Ye said, "I guess we're all tired of eating cabbage this winter. Thanks to your skill in growing bean sprouts, we can change up our taste every now and then."
Old Madam Ye followed up, saying, “When our family was struggling, we were lucky to have meat once every one or two months. We would even fight over any scraps of meat.
"Now that life is good and everyone has enough meat to eat, they've become more picky about food."
Both Old Mrs. Ye and Mrs. Ye wanted to change the subject.
Ye Changnian was unaware of the situation and said frankly, "Auntie, did you put too much salt in this dish today? It tastes so salty!"
"Ah? Is it salty?" Mrs. Ye took another bite and found it a little salty. "Not as exaggerated as you said, right?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Changxue said, "It's quite salty. The cabbage is salty too, and the meat is even saltier."
Ye Lao San raised his hand and patted him on the back of the head, scolding him: "Your aunt is very hard-working to cook for so many of us every day, why are you all so picky? Eat if you like, eat if you don't like, get out!"
Upon hearing this, Sister-in-law Ye San had no choice but to say, "Alright, alright, this dish was made by me, not Sister-in-law. Let them talk whatever they want!"
Before she could finish her words, Ye Changxue immediately followed up with, "Mom, you've been preparing banquets with Auntie for so long, how come you still can't cook well?"
"Even food can't stop your mouth!" Mrs. Ye was so angry that she slapped her son.
Mrs. Ye thought for a moment and asked, "Did you marinate the meat in advance?"
"Yes, I used a piece of frozen roe deer meat from a jar. I was afraid the taste would be too strong and the meat wouldn't be tender enough, so I sliced it up and marinated it with seasoning..."
When Mrs. Ye San said this, Mrs. Ye Da didn't need to say anything more, she understood where the problem lay.
She added seasoning when marinating the meat, and added salt in normal amounts when cooking. Naturally, the vegetables became salty, and the meat was definitely saltier as well.
"I understand. I will never make this mistake again."
Ye Changnian suddenly looked up and said sincerely, "Mom, let me cook for you from now on!"
Mrs. Ye was at a loss whether to laugh or cry after being repeatedly sabotaged by her own two sons.
"Eat your meal well. I have a lot of things to do. How can I possibly cook for you three times a day?"
Ye Changnian thought about it and felt that what his mother said made sense, so he said, "Why don't you let me go to school? I'll learn to cook from you. Once I learn, I'll cook for everyone, okay?"
"Bullshit!" Sister-in-law Ye couldn't help herself and slapped Ye Changnian on the head. "I don't care whether you learn to cook or fry in the future, but now, you must study hard.
"Your aunt is learning to read from Qingtian now. If you can't read, you won't even be able to cook!"
"Ah?" Ye Changnian turned his head in surprise and looked at Ye Dasao and Qingtian.
"Yes!" Qingtian nodded, "Brother Niannian, you must study hard, and when you finish learning, come home and teach me, and I will teach my mother!"
"Okay, don't worry, sister. I will definitely learn from the teacher and teach you when I come back."
When Ye Changnian heard Qingtian asking him to study hard, he immediately became motivated, and even felt as if some responsibility was weighing on his shoulders. This was more effective than Ye Sansao reciting a hundred sentences.
Ye Changxue and the twins became anxious when they heard what their sister said.
"Qingtian, my second brother is better than him. I will come back to teach you later!"
Ye Changzhao also said, "Qingtian, I have memorized everything the teacher taught me. The teacher even praised me for writing better than my second brother! Whatever you want to learn, I will teach you."
Ye Changfeng was a bit awkward, and he was too embarrassed to praise himself, but he was unwilling to give in. He suddenly said, "He always secretly sleeps every year. What if I learn from him and end up learning the wrong things?"
When Mrs. Ye heard this, her eyebrows stood up. She grabbed Ye Changnian's ear and said, "The family spent so much money to let you study, but they just let you sleep?"
"Mom, I was wrong. I will definitely listen carefully next time. Woo woo—"
As soon as Mrs. Ye San let go of her hand, Ye Changnian rushed over and threw Ye Changfeng onto the kang.
"Fourth brother, you are so dishonest! How come you even learned to complain?"
The two of them rolled around on the kang, and the room became completely bustling with activity. The meal was a complete chaos.
After dinner, the children were sent to the west room to do their homework and memorize their lessons, and Qingtian followed them.
Only Ye Changrui was standing in front of the desk practicing calligraphy. The other four people surrounded Qingtian and were eager to tell her what they had learned in the private school that day.
The four of them were talking at the same time, each one louder than the other. In order to drown out the others, they raised their voices even higher and higher, making it sound like hundreds of ducks were quarreling in the room.
Ye Changrui could hardly continue practicing calligraphy because he wrote the strokes crookedly several times.
Finally, he couldn't help himself and put down the brush in his hand. He walked to the kang and rescued Qingtian from the other four brothers. He said with great authority, "All of you should recite the text carefully and write the words that the teacher taught you today ten times each. I will check them when you are done."
The younger brothers immediately drooped their heads like eggplants hit by frost.
Ye Changrui carried Qingtian to his desk and said, "They only learned five words today. Big Brother knows them all. Can I teach you?"
"Great!" Qingtian clapped his hands happily, but asked a little worriedly, "Will it delay Big Brother's calligraphy practice?"
"How could that be? Writing any word is just practicing calligraphy." Ye Changrui said, and then he tried his best to write the five words "up, down, left, right, center" neatly on the paper.
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