Shen Wenxiu, sitting in the room, ate a pickled fish dish with only ginger paste and pickled cabbage, her heart filled with happiness.
This is sauerkraut fish made with black carp; she ate the whole two or three-pound black carp.
Shen Wenxiu was very satisfied.
Although she was distressed about her brother's broken leg, there was nothing she could do. She had already lent money for his surgery, and there was nothing else she could do to help.
Now that she's enjoying such delicious pickled fish, she's left all her worries behind.
"Mom, did you cook today? My goodness, when did you become such a good cook?"
Zhou Cunzong was shocked as he ate. He knew his mother was a good cook, but he didn't expect the meal to be this delicious.
The sauerkraut fish was tangy and spicy, with just the right amount of spiciness for them.
Many people have a stereotype that people from Guangdong Province can't eat spicy food. Whether other people can eat spicy food or not, the Zhou family doesn't know, but the Zhou family certainly can't.
Chen Su asked her if she felt the same way.
The level of spiciness she could handle was roughly equivalent to the spiciness of Weilong Konjac Jelly from later generations; she could only manage two packs at most.
She even used to cook snail rice noodles without adding chili oil because she simply couldn't eat snail rice noodles with chili oil.
The rest of the Zhou family were in similar situations.
Their tolerance for spiciness is about two small red chilies; they can't handle any more than that.
Today's pickled fish is sour and spicy, but the spiciness isn't very prominent; it's more of a fragrant, non-spicy flavor.
The Zhou family all loved it, especially Zhou Cunzong, who ate rice soaked in fish soup until he couldn't even lift his head.
"The green vegetables are also delicious." Zhou Min was very satisfied with the blanched sweet potato leaves and cauliflower, and of course, she also really liked the stir-fried green beans.
"Mom, will you cook often from now on?" Zhou Min looked at her mother with anticipation.
Chen Su rolled her eyes at her, "Cook all the time? Do you think I'm bored?"
"You're all so grown up, and you still expect me to serve you every day? You're dreaming!"
"You've all grown up, don't you know how to be filial to your parents? You still want your parents to take care of you? We've raised you for nothing."
“Especially you, Zhou Min, you should learn to cook.”
"If you don't get into high school and go to the countryside as an educated youth, you have to learn to cook. Otherwise, how can you expect other educated youth to cook for you?"
“Even if you don’t go to the countryside, you’ll still have to learn to cook for yourself after you move out of your home. You can’t just go home every day to freeload.”
Chen Suwen took the opportunity to lecture her daughter, which made Zhou Min shut her mouth and lower her head, no longer daring to mention making her mother cook often.
"And you two too," Chen Suwen said, causing her daughter to lower her head and remain silent. She then turned her attention to her two sons.
"You two have to cook for me too. Don't tell me that men shouldn't cook. Your father can cook, so you two must too."
"What's wrong with going to work? Your dads cook dinner when they get home from get off work. Do you expect to have a more leisurely life than your dads?"
Zhou Cunzhi and Zhou Cunzong nodded quickly, indicating that they would definitely cook more often in the future, and would not refuse when their parents were too busy.
Actually, both Zhou Cunzhi and Zhou Cunzong have something to complain about now.
I don't know when it started, but they have to do their own laundry, and now they have to cook for themselves too?
But seeing his mother's stern face and his father's "whatever my wife says is right" attitude, he could only shut up.
It's good that I do the laundry and cook for myself; it lightens my wife's burden.
"Grandma, eat." Seeing that her grandmother seemed angry, Zhou Mei quickly scooped a spoonful of food into her bowl.
The portion of pickled fish wasn't very large, and since the fish was also meat, it was devoured in no time after it was served. Even the broth was used to mix with rice.
Now there are only a few green vegetables left on the table, and Zhou Mei can only serve her grandmother sweet potato leaves or stir-fried green beans.
"Grandma, Dad is very good, don't be angry." Zhou Xian also scooped a spoonful of cauliflower for his grandma and tried to persuade her not to be angry.
"I'm not angry. Getting angry is bad for your health. I want to live to be a hundred years old."
She's not even fifty yet, but she wants to live to be over a hundred.
As far as she knows, the longest-lived person lived to be around 117 years old.
Another account says that the other person lived to be 135 years old.
Whether it's 117 or 135 years old, it's still over 100 years old.
Chen Su asked her if she also wanted such a long life.
"Mom, with your excellent health, you're sure to live to be a hundred, maybe even over a hundred," Xu Huixue complimented her mother-in-law with a smile.
"Thank you for your kind words. I will try my best to live to be 110 or 120 years old."
Chen Suwen's goals were very ambitious.
Ordinary people without superpowers can live to be 110 or 120 years old, so why would she, a superpowered person, worry about not living that long?
She can definitely live like this.
"Yes, Mom, you will definitely live a very, very long time."
Everyone at the dinner table was praising Chen Suwen, even the two little kids, Zhou Xian and Zhou Mei, who were only five years old, said they wished her a long and healthy life.
Seeing his wife beaming with joy, Zhou Qingyun was in a good mood as well.
"Mom, you don't know, do you? The oil press my dad made made the factory director and deputy director very happy. They said that this oil press is better than the machines in many other oil press factories."
"The oil press my dad made can increase the oil yield by 50%, it's practically a 'miracle weapon'."
"If this oil press is widely adopted, the amount of oil that our country can consume may increase by 50%."
Zhou Cunzhi spoke with particular pride and honor about the oil press his father made and the factory manager's praise of his father.
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