Zhou Qihuai was about to put down the ladle. He would never drink this water even if he was beaten to death.
"When I saw you, I thought of my youngest son who died young. If he were still alive, he would be about the same age as you this year."
Grandma Zhang suddenly spoke, causing Zhou Qihuai, who was about to put down the water scoop, to pause. He suddenly couldn't bear not to drink what his grandma gave him.
The moment she learned the bad news about her son, she would never be able to get over the pain of losing a young person.
Zhou Qihuai held the water scoop and took a sip tentatively, being very considerate.
You know what, the water is really sweet and clear.
It tastes like mineral water.
"How did your son die?"
He asked, putting down the scoop.
"Oh, I was unlucky. I had a high fever and contracted meningitis and didn't make it. Let's not talk about it anymore. It's been years."
Grandma Zhang stood up again and went to get something from the cabinet over there.
She held a few charred things in front of Zhou Qihuai like treasures.
"This is a good treasure, try it."
Zhou Qihuai: "..." He looked at the charcoal-like things and swallowed in fear.
No! He doesn't like to eat everything.
"Eat, eat, it's delicious. We don't have anything good to treat guests at home, so don't be disgusted."
Sincerity is indeed a killer skill, especially the sincerity of the elderly, which is the ultimate killer.
Zhou Qihuai resigned himself to taking one, not even daring to look at it, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
He took a few gulps and swallowed it.
It's just like Zhu Bajie eating the ginseng fruit, he couldn't taste anything.
After eating it, I remembered that I didn't ask what this thing was.
"Grandma, what is this?"
"This is a local dog!"
Zhou Qihuai: "...What is a Tugouzi?" He had never heard of it.
"Tugouzi is Tugouzi! People here call it Tugouzi. It's a good thing. Both old and young people love to eat it."
Zhou Qihuai still didn't understand. He knew that everyone liked to eat this thing, but what exactly was a Tugouzi?
Why does it sound a bit like Chinese medicine?
Grandma didn’t know the title of the book either, she only knew it was called “Tugouzi” in the local dialect.
She thought about it in embarrassment, and suddenly saw a dog digging a hole in the corner of the wall. She went over, caught the dog, and showed it to Zhou Qihuai.
"Look, this is a local dog. It likes to dig holes in corners like these."
On Grandma Zhang's hand, a brownish-brown bug was running around.
The bug is about the size of a little finger, has legs and wings, and looks a bit like a small cicada.
Zhou Qihuai widened his eyes and looked at the dog in Grandma Zhang's hand in disbelief.
Tu Gou Zi, the title of the book is Mole Cricket.
But no matter how it is called "tugouzi" in the local dialect, it is not a local dog!
It's a bug, it's a bug.
When he thought about what he had just eaten, he... "Ugh."
Zhou Qihuai retched, covered his mouth, and ran out.
It would have been fine if I hadn’t known it was a bug, but the thought of having eaten a bug made my stomach churn.
He squatted in the corner of the yard, trying to pick out the bugs.
Nian Nian and her brother came back from outside and happened to see her uncle.
Curious, I walked over, not daring to get too close, and asked, "Uncle, are you pregnant?"
She had seen some military wives in the hospital vomiting when they became pregnant.
Zhou Qihuai didn't even have the energy to glare at the little guy. He felt so sick to his stomach.
Huo Haowen asked his sister curiously: "Sister, where did this uncle come from?"
"It's mom's brother! He seems to be my cousin. My uncle came to see mom before, but you weren't at home."
Huo Haowen said "Oh", it turned out that this was his mother's cousin!
"Hello, uncle."
He is also a very polite child and he will say hello to his elders when he meets them.
Besides, it seems that he should respect his mother's cousin more.
Zhou Qihuai was deeply hurt by the two little guys.
Does he look good? What a jerk!
He would rather die than eat insects.
In the kitchen, Huo Jinyan was busy in an orderly manner.
Washing and cutting vegetables with smooth movements.
A man who can cook is better than a man who is tall, rich and handsome.
What's more, he is a tall and handsome man, and he has all the buffs.
Jiang Mengning said she came to help, but in fact she couldn't do anything well.
I wanted to help cut a cucumber, but the size and thickness of the cucumbers were all uneven, and they didn't look presentable at all.
She even shamelessly showed it to Huo Jinyan: "Is this okay?"
Huo Jinyan scraped the fish scales, took a look, and nodded: "Well, okay."
He doesn't let his wife do anything, but she insists on doing it. There is nothing he can do, so he can only let her do it!
No matter how she cuts it, he can fry it.
Jiang Mengning knew that she didn't do well, but she couldn't resist being praised, and she felt very happy.
But I can't cause trouble for others!
I simply gave up the job of cutting vegetables and devoted myself to other things.
When conditions permit, she will do things very delicately.
For example, the plates used to serve food should look nice.
The plates at home are all earthenware, which certainly don’t look very good, but we can work on the presentation.
She was very patient and used the leftover ingredients to create beautiful shapes on the plate.
Use cucumbers to make a heart shape, tomatoes to make a rose, and onions to make a lotus shape.
She is happy to do anything she can think of.
"This one looks good, doesn't it? This one is great! Add a little tomato to embellish it, and this look will be a flourishing blossom."
She showed it to Huo Jinyan while she was doing it.
Huo Jinyan was busy cooking in front of the stove. Even though he was extremely busy, he would still respond to Jiang Mengning.
He was not surprised to see the strange things she made. On the contrary, he thought it was normal since it was made by his wife.
"They look good. They all look good."
He won't spoil the fun or say that the presentation of the dish is just for show. As long as his wife likes it, he'll let her do whatever she wants.
Jiang Mengning smiled and carved a little wolfdog out of a carrot: "Look, doesn't it look like you?"
Although Huo Jinyan said everything was good, calling him a wolfdog was a bit too much.
"It's not that ugly!"
"I'm not talking about looks."
"What is that?"
"You're stupid! I mean your screams."
Huo Jinyan: "..." He really didn't understand what this meant: "When did I scream?"
Jiang Mengning clicked her tongue, expressing her dissatisfaction. This guy is really forgetful.
"No way, you forgot so quickly? You just pulled up your pants and didn't recognize me!"
Huo Jinyan laughed: "...Miss, please give me a hint."
"Last night and this morning, you leaned over to my ear..."
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