Chapter 38 Do you think our family is a soft persimmon?
The diners who came to the stall early today were not attracted by the aroma of porridge, but by the popcorn at the stall.
"Madam Wen, what is this? Is it edible too?"
Old Lady Wen looked at the diners who had gathered around her and said, "This is popcorn, a snack. It's three cents a portion. Would you like to try it?"
"Give me one, I'll try it."
"Give me one too."
Old Lady Wen rolled up some oil paper into a pointed tube, filled it with popcorn, and handed it to the diners: "Here, try some."
The diners didn't expect that they could buy so much for three cents, and they couldn't wait to take a bite.
“It’s delicious and has a sweet aroma.”
"Madam Wen, what's for breakfast today?"
As Old Lady Wen filled their bowls with popcorn, she said, "We don't have many people today, so we made abalone porridge and shrimp porridge. Would you like to try some?"
"Okay, okay, I want abalone porridge."
"I want shrimp porridge."
Mrs. Wen smiled and agreed: "Please wait a moment, the porridge will take a while."
"OK."
While waiting, many diners bought popcorn again, ready to bring it to their coworkers and children at home to try.
Mrs. Wen smiled and agreed: "Okay, okay, don't worry. If you don't buy it today, you can come buy it tomorrow. We will sell this popcorn for a while."
"That's good. I was really worried that you would stop selling it today."
"If I don't sell it, I'll make it clear to everyone."
Wen Zhenyi saw that the popcorn they brought was almost sold out, and the porridge in the pot had become thick, with the aroma of rice and the flavor of seafood blending together.
It’s a pity that there is not enough olive paste, otherwise the taste would be even better with the seafood porridge.
"The porridge is ready." She shouted to the diners.
As soon as the diners heard this, they lined up and started waiting to buy seafood porridge.
Ma Yinghe and Wen Zhenyi helped to serve the porridge and sprinkled chopped green onions on it, while Old Lady Wen helped to hand it to the diners and collect the money.
The diner, with a large bag of popcorn in his arms and abalone porridge in his hand, said, "Madam Wen, your porridge is cooked just right. It's not only thick but also smooth and fragrant. What's this crunchy thing inside?"
Mrs. Wen handed a bowl of porridge to a diner, turned around and said with a smile: "This is abalone porridge, so it must contain abalone."
"You can do this with abalone? I've learned something new. I'll let my wife try it later."
"Sure, it's not difficult. Remove the abalone's internal organs and slice it. Soak the rice for an hour and a half before cooking the porridge. Add some shredded ginger and simmer over low heat."
"Madam Wen, you're telling us now?" A woman looked at her in surprise.
Wen Zhenyi smiled and handed her a bowl of porridge: "Aunt, this is not a secret. You can all see how I cook every day. If you want to learn, you can go back and try it."
"With your business, other families have to hide their skills, but your family is different. You don't keep them secret at all." The woman took the bowl she handed over and said with a smile.
“These are home-cooked dishes, and I hope everyone can eat them every day.”
A man who looked like a chef behind him said, "Miss Wen, are you accepting an apprentice? I'd like to become your disciple, or I can learn from you without paying any money."
Wen Zhenyi was slightly stunned and turned to look at the man who was speaking. This seemed to be a good idea.
Before Wen Zhenyi could answer, some women also agreed: "Yes, yes, we can pay to learn. We line up every day, but we may not be able to buy anything, and we may not even be able to see how you make it."
Wen Zhenyi thought that it was not the right time yet. Doing these things requires a place. It was not just talk. Teaching one or two people would not only not make money, but also waste a lot of time.
"Let's talk about this later. I'll think about it."
Although everyone felt a little disappointed that she didn't agree immediately, since she was considering it, there should still be hope.
When they returned to the village at noon, they found that many people in the village were looking for things outside.
Old Lady Wen saw Zhou next door and said, "Grandma Chunhua, what are you doing?"
Seeing her, Zhou hurriedly pulled her aside and said, "The Zhu family's precious grandson disappeared yesterday. We searched all night but couldn't find him. So we went to the village chief early this morning and asked everyone to help find him."
"The child is lost?"
After Zhou finished speaking, she looked at Wen Zhenyi who was not far away and said, "I heard it's related to your granddaughter. The village chief will ask you when you come back."
Mrs. Wen understood: "Let's go back first."
"Go ahead. If it weren't for the village chief's order, I wouldn't have bothered to come. Ever since they had a grandson, they've always looked down on us, thinking we only have a granddaughter. They've been sarcastic and mocking us the moment we meet."
"Don't worry about her. I think my granddaughter is fine."
Zhou didn't say anything. Now both of her sons are married, and there is only one granddaughter in the family. Although she doesn't say it, she still hopes to have a grandson.
Ma Yinghe saw her coming back: "Mom, is something wrong?"
"Let's talk about it when we get back."
The three men pushing the cart had not yet reached the door of the house when they heard crying and shouting from inside.
"Village chief, you have to make the decision for us! This girl from the Wen family not only beat us up, but also made our Dafu disappear. If anything happens to our Dafu, wouldn't it be the end of me, an old woman?"
Dong Li saw Mrs. Zhu sitting on the ground and rolling around, and he felt a headache. "What are you doing? Didn't I come here to understand the situation?"
"What my old woman said is the truth. Look at the beatings on us. If it weren't for her, my baby wouldn't have run away."
Wen Yong's face flushed with anger. She was confusing right and wrong. He wanted to rush over and hit her, but Wen Yongnan held him back: "Brother."
Wen Yongnan pulled him aside and said, "If you start now, even if you were right, you'll be wrong. The village chief is not a fool. Let's see what happens."
Wen Yong was so angry that he turned his head away and didn't look at the people in Zhu's family.
Zhu Dafu's mother howled at the top of her lungs.
"If you want to cry, go back home and cry. No one in our family has died yet, so we didn't invite you to come and cry." Old Lady Wen's voice was filled with anger as she walked in from the gate of the courtyard.
When Old Man Wen saw her coming back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. As a grown man, he really had no way of arguing with the two women from the Zhu family.
When brothers Wen Chengwen and Wen Yongnan saw them coming back, they hurried to help get the things.
When Old Lady Zhu saw Wen Zhenyi, she jumped up from the ground and rushed over to grab her face.
Just as Wen Zhenyi was about to take action, she saw her mother kicking her, causing her to fall backwards.
Ma Yinghe retracted her foot and looked at Old Lady Zhu who had fallen to the ground. "What the hell? Do you really think that all of us are soft persimmons that you can bully at will?"
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