There wasn't even any pickled vegetables.
"Wife, I also want to eat white flour pancakes."
There's also cucumber salad with garlic flavor, it's so tempting!
"Eat my ass! What kind of year is this? Don't we even know how to make a living?"
White flour was a delicacy that could only be eaten during the Lunar New Year; people wouldn't dare to spend so much on it in ordinary years.
A rough estimate suggests that the Chen family consumed at least three or four pounds of wheat flour.
That's a meal.
Seeing others eating white flour pancakes while I was eating coarse grains and wild vegetables, I felt a pang of bitterness in my heart.
Da Cheng's mother asked doubtfully, "Isn't it said that Xian Ge'er is very stingy with his eldest daughter-in-law?"
"You only care about eating by yourself?"
"If this is considered bad? Then what about the lives of the other daughters-in-law? Even worse... worse?"
Zhang Daguang muttered, "Maybe it's just for show for the villagers?"
"Shut up, those are white flour pancakes. Are you really willing to spend so much money on making a show of face?"
Aunt Mei shouted, "Da Guang, give me a white flour pancake, and I'll call you a good person, okay?"
Zhang Daguang chuckled awkwardly, "You're ugly, but you have beautiful dreams."
Fuck you!
Aunt Mei scooped up a clod of dirt and smacked Zhang Da's bare bottom.
Chaos erupted instantly.
The hour of You (5-7 PM).
The sun was setting in the west, casting its rays through the dappled leaves onto everyone.
Villagers carried hoes, chatting and laughing as they walked along the mountain path.
knock off.
The Chen family.
The oil lamp flickered like a bean.
Eating wild vegetable pancakes every day leaves a bitter taste in one's mouth.
Chen Xian kneads the dough and cuts the vegetables.
Wrap wild vegetables in dough.
Cuihua was surprised. "Dad, what are you doing? You've had a long day. Let me cook."
Chen Xian waved his hand: "Go rest for a while."
Then one after another, things that looked like flatbread dough were made.
Next, heat the pot by roasting it directly on the iron pot.
The wild vegetables were crushed by the rolling pin, and some parts were broken open.
I ignored it.
The Chen family members were stunned for a moment when they saw Chen Xian busy with something.
Is it appropriate to have Dad cook?
Cuihua wanted to speak, but didn't dare. "Can Dad cook?"
He poked Chen Dazhu.
The eldest brother waved his hand and lowered his voice, "Don't talk. It's better to have bad pancakes than for Dad to yell at you, right?"
That's true.
In comparison, eating burnt pancakes is much better than being scolded.
Chen Erzhu's expression was strange: "Brother, is it possible that you're all focusing on the wrong thing? Didn't you notice that Dad's technique for kneading and mixing dough is very skillful? It doesn't seem like he's never cooked before."
Everyone fell silent.
Su Shuangshuang didn't really feel anything; she just thought Chen Xian was very capable and efficient, unlike herself who was always dawdling.
With big, expectant eyes, she blinked.
In a short while, the aroma of flour and wild vegetables was released.
Flip it over and over, and you'll see a golden-brown crust that looks incredibly crispy and crunchy.
San Niu's drool splattered onto the ground.
"Dad, it smells so good."
Si Niu corrected, "Dad doesn't smell good, the pancake does."
Chen Dazhu clicked his tongue in admiration: "It's really delicious, much better than the wild vegetable steamed buns that Cuihua makes."
"I never knew Father had this trick up his sleeve."
Cuihua: "..."
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