Chapter 685 Where Did the Paper Money Come From?
When Boss Fu returned, Fu Ming was chopping wild boar legs in the kitchen. Fu Wan, Ye Xiaocui, and the others were also busy in the kitchen as it was almost dinner time.
Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu wanted to join in the fun, but there was no room for anyone in the kitchen. The two kids were touching this and that, making a mess.
Fu Wan's face darkened, and Fu Ling, sensing that her mother was about to lose her temper, hurriedly pulled Qin Mingyu into the house to watch TV.
Fu Wan just came back a few days ago, and the food at home has improved. Ye Xiaocui felt that she had been eating too much meat these past few days, so today she specially opened the jar of pickled cabbage that she had been making.
"For dinner, we'll have pickled cabbage stew with glass noodles. We'll also add some thinly sliced wild boar meat—it'll be delicious!"
Ye Xiaocui had made all the arrangements perfectly. Today, Fu Wan and the others brought back so many things from their parents' home. Although Ye Xiaocui didn't say it outright, she was secretly overjoyed.
She was especially happy to hear that her sister-in-law had prepared a lot of walnuts and pine nuts. In the family, she was the one who liked to eat peanuts and walnuts the most.
Fu Wan and Fu Ming didn't tell Ye Xiaocui about Liang Cuifen. Telling her wouldn't change anything, it would only make Ye Xiaocui worry.
Seeing that the vegetables were all chopped, Ye Xiaocui picked up the spatula to cook, and then made sure to kick Fu Wan and Qin Anning out of the kitchen.
"There's a lot of smoke in here, why don't you go to the main house to warm up by the fire and watch TV? Dinner will be served soon."
Upon hearing this, Fu Wan washed the rice bowl and took it out with her.
An animated film was playing on the TV inside the room. Fu Wan glanced at it and exclaimed, "Hey, isn't that Sun Wukong?"
The animation quality clearly indicates it was produced by the Shanghai Animation Film Studio, and there's a small name tag next to it that reads: "Golden Monkey Subdues Demons".
These days, animated films are just emerging, and Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu are watching them with great interest. Not to mention the children, even the two adults, Fu Wan and Qin Anning, can't take their eyes off them.
A TV with a picture is better; a radio that can't see a picture just doesn't feel right.
Boss Fu also stood to the side and glanced at it for a couple of seconds before going into the kitchen to bring out the dishes.
Dinner was simple. Ye Xiaocui stir-fried pickled cabbage with glass noodles and cooked a pot of porridge with some small crabs.
Of course, there was also stir-fried eggs with chili peppers, and the leftovers from lunch.
Although drinking porridge at night makes it easy to need to urinate, Ye Xiaocui just likes to have a hot drink in the middle of winter.
Fu Wan couldn't refuse her mother's request. The key was that the crab porridge was really well-cooked. In addition to crab, there were also some chopped green vegetables in it. With one bite, you could taste the freshness of the crab and the sweetness of the green vegetables. It was incredibly delicious.
Even Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu drank two bowls, and Fu Wan didn't care. If they wet the bed at night, she would let them sleep on the floor.
They were supposed to move into their new house in the next few days, but seeing that the weather has been bad these past few days, they estimate they'll have to wait until after Fu Ming's wedding to move in.
To be honest, I don't know who invented the sauerkraut stew with glass noodles, but the sour and crisp sauerkraut combined with the glass noodles soaked in the soup makes it incredibly delicious.
While the meal was being eaten in a lively and bustling manner, Fu Lao Er's house was deserted and quiet.
Their dinner was very simple: a few pancakes made from a mixture of wheat, water, and flour, plus two pieces of fermented tofu.
As for that fermented tofu, Wang Zhaodi had to run back to her parents' home and plead with her mother before she could get a small bowl of it back.
Fermented tofu is good with rice, but even if it's good with rice, it's still something without much oil or fat.
Thinking of the aroma of meat wafting from the direction of Old Master Fu's house, Old Lady Wang's mouth instantly lost its taste.
She put down the pancake in her hand, looked at Wang Zhaodi and said, "How did you raise your son? Tomorrow is the Little New Year, and the eldest son isn't home, nor is the second son coming back to bring New Year's gifts?"
When Wang Zhaodi met her mother-in-law's murderous gaze, she couldn't help but shiver.
“Mom…you know perfectly well that second son is just like that, he’s probably still holding a grudge against Qiang for stealing his bicycle last time…”
At this point, she couldn't help but feel resentful towards her second son, Fu Gang.
When I agreed to become a live-in son-in-law for someone else's family, we agreed that it would be the same as when my daughter got married, with gifts for the three festivals of the year not to be missed.
In the past, before the eve of the Lunar New Year, my second son would bring back two pounds of meat and a can of malted milk powder. But this year, I don't know what happened, I haven't seen him at all.
Could it be that he really holds a grudge against the boss?
Grandma Wang slammed her chopsticks down. "What grudges? We don't even know what's going on with A-Qiang. With A-Qiang gone, he's the eldest grandson."
No, you should go see him tomorrow and see if you can bring anything back. It's okay if you don't bring anything back, but we haven't seen him in so long, we don't want anything to have happened to him!
"Yes, Mother is right. Let's go take a look tomorrow!"
Fu Lao Er rarely spoke up. He said that his mother was always reasonable and would never force her child to send things back.
However, the second son is indeed ignorant, and they had planned to use the gifts he sent for the New Year to celebrate the New Year. If the second son doesn't come back, they can't possibly eat three-in-one pancakes with fermented tofu on New Year's Eve, can they?
If word gets out, the whole village will laugh at him, Fu Lao Er, for being useless.
However, at this moment, Wang Zhaodi was already making plans in her mind. She didn't say anything, but quickly finished the half-eaten pancake in her hand.
After dinner, Wang Zhaodi lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. Fu Lao Er was so annoyed by the noise that he was about to lose his temper when Wang Zhaodi sat up in bed.
Fu Lao Er frowned and started cursing as he was suddenly exposed to a draft after finally getting into a warm bed.
"Are you sick? Why aren't you sleeping at night?"
"I'm not sick, honey, I have something to tell you."
Fu Lao Er closed his eyes. "What can't we talk about tomorrow? It's so late now, I need to sleep."
After he finished speaking, Wang Zhaodi, as if she hadn't heard him, felt her way off the bed, lit the kerosene lamp on the floor with a match, and then pulled out a package from under the bed.
"Honey, look what this is!"
Fu Lao Er lifted his eyelids. Ever since his son pushed him to the ground last time, his tailbone had been aching terribly on rainy days.
Seeing Wang Zhaodi acting so mysteriously, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
"What did you eat? Did you eat the wrong rat poison in the middle of the night?"
Considering that she was about to become rich, Wang Zhaodi didn't bother arguing with him. Instead, she grabbed a handful of things from the cloth bag and piled them in front of Fu Lao Er.
The light from the kerosene lamp wasn't very bright, and since Fu Lao Er was still lying in bed, the light was even dimmer.
He felt Wang Zhaodi put something in a bag near his face, and then he instinctively looked up. Good heavens, he was so scared that his soul almost flew out of his body!
A stack of yellow paper money was piled up next to his pillow, with a few folded gold ingots among them!
No, is Wang Zhaodi crazy?!
Thinking this, Fu Lao Er also uttered the same curse. For a long time, he could still hear the deafening sound of his own heartbeat.
"Why are you buying so much paper money?"
The winter solstice has passed, and now is not the time for tomb sweeping and ancestor worship.
"Honey, this is what I prepared for your aunt. In a couple of days, we'll go burn paper money for her and ask her to bless our family with great wealth!"
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