By the time Jiang Cha's wound healed and she was free to move around, it was almost Spring Festival. She hadn't spent Spring Festival at home in the twenty years since leaving the capital. Honestly, she was looking forward to it, and had the old man take her around to buy New Year's goods.
I even drove to Xinfadi with Jiang's father at 4 a.m. to buy New Year's goods because someone said things were cheap there. We bought baskets of apples, oranges, and hairtail.
A slab of pork ribs, six front elbows, a big pig's head and a whole set of pig's internal organs were brought back and the father and son were busy preparing them.
Beef and mutton, mutton offal, and roast chicken in Niujie;
Basically, I go wherever I want to go. It’s not because I really want to save money, but purely to enjoy the life full of fireworks.
Life abroad was luxurious but extremely risky. In order not to arouse suspicion from others, she had not eaten Chinese food for many years.
The few meals in the space were what she would secretly eat in the dead of night to relieve her homesickness.
She usually frequented so-called high-end places, eating bloody beef and raw seafood, and even dared not ask for hot water. In the middle of winter, she ate Omasaka and drank ice water, but she cursed in her heart.
So this year, she spent the New Year at home, and she particularly enjoyed down-to-earth days. Whether it was the truckloads of cabbage at the wholesale market or the steaming hot tofu at the vegetable market, each one was her favorite.
"Girl, I heard there's a big market in Miyun. It's really lively and you might even be able to buy fresh reservoir fish! Do you want to go?"
Father Jiang also let her do what she wanted, knowing that life abroad was only superficially easy. So he let her run around and bought a lot of things, whether useful or not.
"Go ahead! Buy a few and we can stew them in an iron pot. Uncle Fang used to stew them for us and they were really delicious. It's better to go home and eat whatever you want."
Jiang Cha said this and went to the kitchen excitedly to see how her braised pork elbow was doing. She hadn't cooked in years, so she had no idea how good she was.
When Mr. Jiang heard her say that she could eat whatever she wanted when she got home, he felt very distressed.
Life is better now, and it's no longer the old days where you need coupons to buy everything. Her daughter was so happy just to have a bite to eat, so you can imagine how difficult life was for her.
The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and I almost cried.
He completely forgot that his daughter is a wealthy boss, and even the water she drinks is ridiculously expensive.
Appearance can be disguised and language can be switched, but the appetite for flowers that has been accustomed to since childhood cannot be changed.
She's almost driven to autism by all that so-called white food. Life is already hard enough, why make it harder on herself by eating that kind of stuff?
Because of the sad topic just now, the father and son each ate a small elbow in the evening. The thick sauce made it fall off the bone with a light shake.
The two men ate so much without even raising their heads, and strolled around the yard feeling full after finishing their meal.
The old man was savoring the pork elbow he had just eaten while complaining about her cooking skills.
"You stewed the pork elbow well, but it lacks flavor. It would be even better if you added some seasoning. This is because you took the initiative to make it. If it were me, I would make a braised pork elbow.
Mix yellow bean paste and sweet bean paste in the right proportions, then stir-fry salt and seasonings, apply it to the pork elbow and marinate overnight. Then, the next day, add two pieces of fermented bean curd. I can tell you that this recipe is absolutely the same as the ones you buy outside.
"One day I'll show you my skills, and I'll definitely make your mouth water. After the New Year, I guarantee you'll gain 10 or 8 pounds. When I was assigned to the company, I almost got named a model pig farmer!"
Jiang Cha rubbed his stomach as he listened to the old man's stories about raising pigs. How he'd get so hungry in the middle of the night that he'd steal the bean cakes for the pigs. How he'd forget to close the door after cleaning the pigpen and chase the pigs all over the training ground.
So the pigs were able to grow fat and strong purely on their own. Besides, it's no wonder that his craftsmanship remained unchanged over the years.
It turned out that they were all made into pig feed, but some were poured into the pig trough, and some were placed on the dining table.
The dishes he makes with the same ingredients are very confusing, and both the taste and appearance are hard to describe.
It turns out that Mr. Jiang’s cooking skills were inspired by pig food, which means that his cooking skills are aimed at different groups of people.
Seeing that Jiang Cha didn't say anything, Jiang's father was quite unhappy. He felt that his daughter despised his cooking skills, and even imagined that the child despised him because he was old.
No one believes what an old man says anymore. You should be more sensible and do less things that will make your children dislike you in the future.
She watched him bragging excitedly just now, saying that the pigs he raised were very healthy and could even jump out of the wall of the pigpen.
He instantly became listless and listless. Even his back was drooping. Jiang Cha was very puzzled. What was the old man thinking about?
She didn't dare to say anything else, thinking that Dad Jiang was thinking of Mom Jiang. After all, they had been through many ups and downs together.
Just mentioning those years, all those beautiful memories came flooding back to my mind.
Dad Jiang didn't even talk to her when he returned to his room. The bedroom light was on all night, and Jiang Cha was worried all night.
The next day, Mr. Jiang was in low spirits and didn't even eat breakfast.
He just lay in bed, not saying much. She was extremely anxious. The old man who had always been in good health suddenly lay down?
Hurry up and find the thermometer to check if he is sick. This is her fault. How old is the old man?
Eating so much meat at once at night must have made my stomach uncomfortable.
I took out the thermometer and saw that I had a fever, 38.5 degrees!
The house had been empty for a long time, so we didn't have any of the usual medicine. I wrapped the old man in my coat and helped him to the hospital.
The old man was reluctant to go at first, saying that he could just stay in bed for a night and there was no need to go through so much trouble.
How can the old man let this happen?
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