Chapter 43 Grandma said you were wasting time cooking
Seeing that they had been gone for so long, Old Lady Shang couldn't help but feel uneasy. She knew Zhang Lanxiang best, and it would not be easy to get money from her.
Because she was worried, she would go to the gate to look out from time to time.
Seeing two figures walking towards her from a distance, they were Shang Ruoting and Tan Chen, Old Lady Shang hurried out to greet them.
"Tingting, you didn't suffer any loss, did you?"
Shang Ruoting knew that with Zhang Lanxiang's personality, it was not surprising that her grandmother was worried that she would suffer.
"Grandma, we didn't suffer any loss. Your compensation is coming soon, right?"
"How many?"
"A piece?" Old Mrs. Shang felt that this was not real at all.
Shang Ruoting took the uninjured arm of Old Lady Shang, as if to maintain balance, and her other hand inadvertently took Tan Chen's arm.
She walked in the middle, holding someone's arm, and it looked so natural.
"Grandma, let's go home first and let Tan Chen tell you slowly. I have to go to the chicken coop."
The three of them walked side by side into the yard, and Tan Chen only felt his body a little stiff.
Although Shang Ruoting often held his wrist in the past two days, this was the first time they were so intimate.
His arms were pressed against Shang Ruoting's soft body, and he didn't seem to reject the feeling at all.
"Okay, go do your own thing and let Tan Chen explain it to me in detail." Old Mrs. Shang said, looking at Tan Chen.
Why did she feel that Tan Chen's face was a little red?
Not only the face is red, but the ears and neck are also red...
Looking at Shang Ruoting holding his arm, Old Lady Shang was confused and immediately turned her head away, pretending not to see it.
Shang Ruoting directly sent the two of them to Old Lady Shang's house. The money happened to be in Tan Chen's hands, so she didn't have to worry about giving the money to the old lady.
"Grandma, Tan Chen, I'm going to go check on the chicken coop. Dinner will be ready when I get back."
Tan Chen was still immersed in the subtle feeling just now and just nodded casually.
Old Mrs. Shang looked at her with a smile: "Go and get busy! Tan Chen and I, the two patients, will just take care of each other."
Shang Ruoting cleaned the two chicken coops and filled the troughs with rice bran and spiritual spring water. When she returned, it was already.
She trotted to the kitchen, and found that Mrs. Shang had already prepared dinner.
"Grandma, why didn't you wait for me to come back before cooking?" Shang Ruoting looked at the old lady's injured shoulder, her tone a little anxious.
How could Mrs. Shang dare to let Shang Ruoting cook now?
We are not rich to begin with, and if we continue to eat like this, we will starve sooner or later.
However, she couldn't tell the truth.
"I can't sit still, so I figured I could make dinner even if I took my time."
Shang Ruoting looked at the food on the table.
I don’t know where the old lady found the small bag of cornmeal that Zou Meihua gave her when Tan Chen split up the family business, and made corn porridge and the boiled eggs she gave her yesterday.
As for the dishes...
It's just a small plate of pickles.
"Grandma, we have so much food at home. I can earn money to buy more food after we finish eating it. There's no need to be so frugal."
Old Lady Shang would agree with her on everything else except this one thing.
"Tingting... you just got married, so you don't know how expensive food and fuel are. You'll understand as time goes by."
Shang Ruoting...
I guess this is the generation gap between her and old lady Shang.
In this situation, she didn't want to explain too much and could only prove everything with her actions.
Old Lady Shang walked out on her three-inch golden lotus feet: "Tingting, wash your hands first. Grandma will go and call Tan Chen to eat."
Shang Ruoting responded and fetched some water to wash her hands. Soon, Tan Chen and Old Lady Shang supported each other and walked into the kitchen.
Shang Ruoting glanced at Tan Chen and complained, "My grandma was cooking, why didn't you stop her?"
Tan Chen...
He really tried to stop her, but the old lady refused to listen.
Before Tan Chen could explain, Old Lady Shang spoke up, "Why didn't Tan Chen stop him? I was the one who pushed him away."
Tan Chen put his fist to his mouth: "Ahem... Grandma said you waste food."
Old Madam Shang...
Who am I doing this for? How dare you ruin my plan like this?
"Okay, let's eat!"
Old Mrs. Shang didn't want to continue this topic and invited the two of them to the table for dinner.
Shang Ruoting and Tan Chen also tacitly agreed not to speak anymore.
As usual, she took care of Tan Chen's meals, peeled a boiled egg for him and put it into the cornmeal porridge, and also gave him some pickles.
After doing all this, Shang Ruoting started to eat. The cornmeal porridge and boiled eggs were nothing special, they tasted the same no matter who made them.
However, the inconspicuous little pickle surprised Shang Ruoting quite a bit.
She had eaten all kinds of delicious food in her previous life, but this was the first time she had eaten such delicious pickles.
She took a closer look with the faint light coming through the door. There were dried radishes, dried cucumbers, dried eggplants, almost all kinds of dried vegetables.
In addition to the salty fragrance, it also has a unique sauce flavor.
"Grandma, did you make this pickle?"
As soon as Mrs. Shang saw Shang Ruoting's expression, she liked the taste very much.
"Haha, we country folk don't have much to eat in the winter. These are some dried vegetables that grandma dried last autumn. If you make them into pickles, they'll last a while."
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