Chapter 88 Save the food
In a corner of the kitchen, one can see many densely packed ceramic jars of various sizes, which store a variety of homemade dishes.
Especially when it comes to making sauerkraut, Zhang Qin's craftsmanship can be said to have reached the pinnacle.
However, because sauerkraut is too refreshing and appetizing, it may affect the appetite for other foods, so usually families do not eat this kind of food frequently.
As usual, after everyone enjoyed the delicious food, all the kitchen cleaning work naturally fell on Zhang Sanbao.
The two of them hardly got a moment's rest the whole day, and when Zhao Chunhua was the only one left, her extremely exhausted body could no longer support her, so she immediately lay down on the bed.
Today was indeed a very full and busy day.
The bedding that I had planned to clean and repack has not yet been completed; in addition, the books that I brought back a few days ago also need to be copied, and this task has not yet started.
The most important thing is that this dinner did not seem to fully satisfy my gastrointestinal needs.
When she lit the oil lamp again that night to prepare a midnight snack for herself, a bowl of steaming wonton soup was slowly brought out. Then Zhao Chunhua realized that she was not simply hungry, but was actually looking forward to the fat content in the food.
After all, as a person with a modern soul, I am used to a life of luxury.
In order to achieve the ideal state of fullness, she started to busy herself with roasting the duck.
Only after finishing the whole duck did I feel warm and satisfied from the inside out.
Goudan also tasted some delicious duck meat stuffing at this time, but he preferred to eat the soft and delicate rice noodles...
Early the next morning, Zhao Chunhua got up from bed. Although she was still a little tired, she did not hesitate and prepared to go out with her child.
There are really a lot of things to bring, and the variety is diverse, covering almost all the necessities.
First of all, you need to prepare a large stack of diapers, which are essential daily necessities for children. Considering the possible inconveniences and unexpected situations on the road, it is always better to bring more.
Next came the food for the child, making sure he wouldn't go hungry on the way, and also preparing some food for her to take back to her parents' home as a gift.
The children's things can be put into a special backpack and taken away, which is both convenient and safe; but the remaining things can only be carried by Zhao Chunhua herself.
In fact, Zhao Chunhua had already packed all the items she needed for the trip in advance, and planned to take them out and show them one by one when she was about to arrive at her parents' home.
However, plans cannot keep up with changes, and things did not develop as she expected.
Unexpectedly, his younger brother Zhao Yunfeng sent his youngest son Zhao Yikang to greet them.
In their family, most young people got married at the age of 17 or 18, which was considered relatively late at that time.
Zhao Yunfeng has three sons. The oldest is 25 years old this year, and the youngest, the young man standing in front of the door, has just turned 21.
When it comes to the next generation of the Zhao family, their names all have one thing in common, that is, each name contains the character "one" - just like the first number of one, two, three, four, and five.
Zhao Chunhua guessed that it might be too troublesome to name the child, so the family adopted a simpler method, combining "one" with other characters, which sounds loud and easy to remember.
Therefore, Zhao Yunfeng gave his three sons these three names: the eldest was named Zhao Yicheng, the second was named Zhao Yining, and the third was the energetic young man in front of him - Zhao Yikang.
"Aunt, my father asked me to come."
Zhao Yikang said with a smile that there were not many opportunities to come out and greet relatives in person, so he seemed particularly excited and happy.
"Kang Kang is here, don't leave in a hurry, go inside and rest for a while."
When Zhao Chunhua heard that her brother had sent his son to pick them up, she immediately adjusted her plans, turned back to her room, and packed her luggage again.
This time she specially brought a lot of fabrics to take back. Since someone came to pick them up, she had to prepare more things to express her gratitude.
Everyone received a share of new fabric, enough to make them two new sets of clothes.
Also bring along the fine wine you bought last time but haven’t had time to use.
There are also some homemade snacks, including small purses made overnight.
Looking at the various gifts piled up like a mountain in front of him, Zhao Yikang couldn't help but sigh: "It's a good thing I came to pick you up, otherwise, how would you carry so much luggage and a child home by yourself?"
Zhao Chunhua smiled and said nothing, but was secretly thinking in his heart that if he had not come to pick this person up himself, he would not have to bear so many responsibilities and burdens at once.
"Well, thank you, Kangkang."
Originally, Zhao Yikang had something to say when he came in, but because Zhao Chunhua went straight back to her room after coming in, he didn't find the opportunity to speak.
"I'm grown up now, can you please stop calling me 'Kang Kang'? It doesn't sound like a name an adult would use."
"But your name is Kang Kang! I think this name is cute and suits you very well, isn't it okay?"
The old lady's mentality is clearly exposed in this sentence. She always likes to make people around her happy.
Zhao Yikang thought about it and finally decided to accept this established setting: "Okay, since aunt likes it, let's call it that."
It's the same at home anyway. Almost all children are used to calling each other by the last word. For example, his brother is affectionately called Chengcheng by everyone.
Everyone at home is used to this situation and no one minds it.
"Then let's pack up and go."
This journey would take at least an hour. If we didn't set out early, we would be so hot waiting for the sun to rise that we would almost die.
Just before leaving, Zhao Chunhua handed the house key to Zhang Sanbao, and specifically reminded her to help her turn over the sweet potato strips drying outside so that they could dry more evenly.
As for the ingredients needed for three meals a day, she had already prepared them in advance and placed them on the cupboard in the kitchen. Zhang Sanbao only needed to cook some simple meals.
"Hey, have you had breakfast yet?"
Suddenly she thought that Zhao Yikang should have left early in the morning, and it was not yet time for normal meals.
Zhao Yikang nodded to indicate that he had already eaten: "Yes, I had two steamed buns in the morning. My mother left them for me."
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