Chapter 545 Finale
The cook was told to steam a small bowl of egg custard for Wen Yi.
My aunt is a good cook. She steamed the egg custard until it was tender, smooth and fragrant, without any egg smell.
Smell it one by one, take a bite, it tastes so delicious.
Seeing how popular he was, Old Lady Song praised him, "It's great that this child doesn't have to worry about his meals."
"Ever since he learned to eat solid food, he's developed a keen interest in normal meals. He's also very quick with his hands. One time, when we were eating conch, he grabbed the shell and stuffed it into his mouth without us noticing. It almost scared us to death."
Wen's mother fed Wen Yi egg custard with a small spoon, and revealed the little guy's dark history with a smile on her face.
Grandpa Ma took a sip of his wine and slowly advised, "You have to be more careful in the future. Children at this age are curious about everything and want to put everything in their mouths to taste the saltiness. It's not good if they choke or get stuck."
That would be more than just bad. If the child is choked and not treated in time, he or she will die.
"So there's no more dangerous food in the house."
They were afraid that the child would grab the food and put it in his mouth, and they wouldn’t notice it in time.
Not only shellfish, but even peanuts are no longer served on the table.
Mr. Qin highly appreciated this, saying, "Adults may lose face for a while, but the safety of the child is the most important thing. When he grows up, parents can let him eat whatever he wants."
Qin Jiu picked up a piece of fish and prepared to eat it. He raised his head and said, "Grandpa, now that I'm grown up, can I eat whatever I want?"
The old man looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, was silent for two seconds and asked him, "Why, so many dishes are not enough for you?"
"I want to eat beef tripe!"
Qin Jiu spoke loudly, and probably because he thought of the taste of beef tripe, he swallowed his saliva.
Yi Chichi suddenly felt guilty and picked up the bowl of rice. The beef tripe was her fault.
But this stuff is really hard to buy, and the same goes for beef.
You have to rely on luck to eat it.
So, it’s better for her to be invisible.
The old man who was about to speak saw her like this and said helplessly, "You gave him fresh food again."
Yi Chichi, “…”
Unable to even play dead, she could only explain with a wry smile, "It was a coincidence. Grandpa, don't pay attention to him. You can buy some next time you see him. I didn't let her support me."
Mr. Ma also loves to eat. Hearing this, he became very curious about the taste of beef tripe. "Is beef tripe delicious?"
If he remembered correctly, most people couldn't do this.
It's overcooked and I can't chew it no matter how hard I try, and it doesn't absorb any flavor. I really don't understand what's so delicious about it. It's not even as delicious as pork liver.
"tasty!"
Yi Chichi is a loyal fan of beef tripe, which is a must-order ingredient for hotpot. However, it is really difficult to eat beef tripe in this day and age.
"It's a pity that it's hard to buy, otherwise I could buy some and try it."
Ding Changwei, who was busy eating, looked up and said, "I can go to the slaughterhouse to see if there are any cattle being slaughtered."
The old man made the final decision, "Xiao Ding, go check it out tomorrow. Wear casual clothes and don't reveal your identity. If there's any, buy some and bring it back. If not, forget it."
The corner of Wen's mother's mouth twitched. This is also a brainless way of spoiling a child.
Fortunately, their child has become a mother and is already a mature adult. Otherwise, if the old man wanted to eat beef tripe and sent the child to the slaughterhouse to try his luck, it would be hard to say what the child would grow up to be.
She opened her mouth to persuade him, but Ding Changwei readily replied, "Okay, I'll go tomorrow morning."
This guy is also a man of action. Since he said he would go to the slaughterhouse, he really went there the next day.
But I was unlucky and didn't find any cows. Instead, I bought a pig's head, four pairs of pig's feet, a pig's heart and two sets of intestines, plus three pounds of pork belly and half a sheep.
Old Man Ma, who stayed overnight, and Old Man Song and his wife took Wen Yi and Qin Jiu for a walk. When they came back, they saw Yi Chichi, Wen's mother, and the cook cleaning pig's internal organs together. They were stunned and said, "Why are they all internal organs?"
“It’s delicious when it comes to braised food!”
Yi Chichi didn't even raise his head, took a knife and removed the fascia on the surface of the pig heart bit by bit. If this thing is not cleaned, it will affect the taste of the pig heart.
"You do?"
"Mom does it."
Mother Wen nodded, "Yes, I will do it, and Chi Chi will give me verbal instructions."
It was not her first time to make braised food, but it was her first time to make pig heart.
"That's too little."
Ding Changwei came out with a bucket of water and happened to hear what Mr. Ma said. He explained helplessly, "It's not that I don't buy more, but the slaughterhouse doesn't sell it."
He had to give him a pack of cigarettes to buy this little bit of scrap, otherwise he wouldn't have gotten it.
He was willing to sell the sheep, but the weather was too hot and he couldn't keep them for long, so half a sheep was enough.
"How much did it cost?"
Old Mrs. Song didn't care about anything else but their food and shelter at the Qin family, and was thinking about giving them some subsidies.
"The chief has given me enough money, I didn't post it."
Ding Changwei refused to report the number and made up an excuse to get away with it.
Seeing this, Old Lady Song understood what was going on. She stopped asking questions and changed the subject, "Where's Old Qin?"
Qin Jiu realized it belatedly and came back but hadn't seen his grandfather yet.
He immediately cast an inquiring look at Ding Changwei.
"I went to Chief Gong's house next door."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the old man's voice came from next door, "Xiaojiu, bring Yiyi over to meet your Grandpa Gong."
Qin Jiu uttered a hoarse "eh" and reached out to Wen Yi, who was studying the ginkgo leaves in Mr. Ma's arms, "Yi Yi, brother will take you out to play."
Wen Yiting understood human language and was also sensitive to the word "玩". Upon hearing the sound, Ye Zi didn't bother to study and rushed towards him with open little arms.
He even waved and shouted at Yi Chichi and Wen's mother.
This means bye.
"Okay, bye. Play with your brother for a while and then go home."
Wen's mother replied him with a smile, not forgetting to remind him, and the child nodded to show that he understood.
Then, Qin Jiu carried him to the next room.
Old Mrs. Song and the others also squatted down to help deal with the scraps.
When Qin Jiu and the old man came back with Wen Yi holding a big red envelope, Yi Chichi had already prepared the ingredients needed for the braised food, and Ding Changwei also started the stove.
There are too many things and the gas pot is not big enough.
That’s right, in this era, big cities like Beijing already have gas tanks for coal stoves.
It is really convenient to cook, but there is no big pot. Besides, the old men think that the food cooked in a big pot and earthen stove tastes better than that cooked in a gas tank.
Therefore, the gas tank was abandoned and the large stove was used directly.
Braised food will not be ready in a short time. If you want it to be fully flavored, you have to soak it overnight.
Uncle Ye was lucky. When he came back from the grassroots level, he saw that he had caught the soaked braised food.
"That's the taste. I miss it so much."
After eating a piece of pig heart, he was so moved that he almost cried. Since leaving Kaoshantun, he had never eaten such delicious braised pig heart. He was really greedy.
I really want this one too.
"Then eat more, Grandpa."
Qin Jiu was a filial child, and upon hearing the sound, he hurriedly picked up some food for him.
Wen Yi took a small piece of pork liver and chewed it slowly. Seeing his brother putting some vegetables into his bowl, he waved his little hand and the pork liver that was full of saliva went into his bowl.
Everyone: “…”
"Eat it yourself. Your Grandpa Ye is already a mature adult. He won't compete with children for food."
Worried that Uncle Ye would dislike his saliva, Yi Chichi quickly took out the liver and returned it to Wen Yi, "Uncle, do you want me to exchange it for a bowl of rice?"
"No, I'm not that particular. I've eaten children's leftovers more than once or twice."
Qin Jiu blurted out, "Grandpa Ye, whose children's leftovers have you eaten?"
"you!"
He spoke so loudly that Qin Jiu couldn't believe it. He looked at the old man for confirmation, "Grandpa?"
"Your Grandpa Ye is right. When you were a kid, he often came to our house to eat for free. I was a good person for not kicking him out and letting him eat some leftovers."
Food was so scarce in those years that people were reluctant to give away even rotten vegetable leaves, let alone leftovers.
"Hurry up and eat. After you're done, tell your Grandpa Ye to go take a shower and go to bed. Look at what his face has become. He's already quite old, and now it's even worse."
With just one sentence, everyone at the table looked at him intently.
Yi Chichi was even more curious and asked, "Uncle, how many nights have you been awake?"
"I slept, but there was a lot to do and I didn't get enough sleep."
He touched his face and said, "Do I look really bad?"
"...quite haggard and worn."
He didn’t get enough rest. The mature and steady middle-aged handsome man now has bags under his eyes, dark circles, and stubble. He looks old and haggard.
But the foundation is there. After a few nights of good rest and shaving, the image is back.
Comrade Lao Ye felt like he was stabbed in the chest. Fortunately, he was not a man who relied on his looks to make a living. He felt sad for a moment before returning to normal. "Sister, when are you going back?"
Mother Wen swallowed the food in her mouth and replied, "Wen Shi should be back by the end of the month."
"That won't last long."
"More than ten days is long enough."
Qin Jiu had a different opinion on this. He asked Yi Chichi, "Aunt, can't you really stay with grandma and your brother?"
"cannot."
Yi Chi Chi smiled and refused, "You forgot, you still have an old uncle floating on the sea. Your grandmother and I have to take your brother to guard the house for your old uncle."
"I can get my uncle to get promoted and come to the capital."
This is a good idea, but getting promoted is not that easy, and getting promoted to the capital is even more difficult.
"I went back and told him to work hard."
As soon as Yi Chichi said this, Qin Jiu knew that his wish to keep the person was completely dashed.
But this child is also very generous. He thinks it’s okay if he can’t stay. At worst, he can go to the island during the winter vacation, and then he can visit his brother every vacation thereafter.
It sounds good, but the reality is not so satisfactory.
Qin Jiu, who grew one year older at the beginning of the year, entered a state of studying hard. Even during his rare vacation, his grandfather sent him to the military camp for training.
Because the path this child wants to take is scientific research.
But those who do research must have a good body, otherwise they will not be able to stay up late and may easily become bald.
The old man, whose family has researchers and has dealt with many scientific researchers, knows very well what it is like for a researcher to get into work.
So, Qin Jiu's wish to come to Yi Chichi during the winter and summer vacations was dashed.
After the reform and opening up, Yi Chichi maintained cooperation with the Friendship Store for two years. In May 1980, she was invited to the Southern Province Embroidery Research Center. Together with Master Tang and others, she worked with embroidery inheritors from various provinces and cities to deepen their research, exchange ideas, and improve each other's embroidery skills.
In 1985, he established his own studio.
Liu Lan was poached by her, along with Master Tang and the others.
Ning Jiandong was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He scolded Yi Chichi every time he saw her until she was almost out of temper, and then the matter was over.
When Wen Yi was ten years old, Wen Shi's job was transferred to the Guangzhou headquarters.
In the same year, Yi Chichi received a task, which was to embroider a portrait of the president and his wife of a certain country.
In April of the following year, Yi Chichi, who had successfully completed the task, came to the attention of relevant departments.
and the eyes of some wealthy businessmen, thus starting her life of fame, wealth and many apprentices.
After the millennium, the country entered a period of rapid development, and subsequently began to vigorously support traditional culture.
As one of the four famous embroidery styles, Suzhou embroidery has never withdrawn from the stage of history, and Yi Chichi will continue to delve into it.
Not only that, she also planned to train Wen Shuzhen, a girl from the third generation of the Wen family, after Wen Yi got married and had children.
As a result, the child was only clever and dexterous in the sense of cleverness. Not only was he not dexterous at all, but his ten fingers were also riddled with holes.
She is not as good at sewing as her brother.
Helpless, I can only give up.
At night, she lay in bed sighing. Wen Shi, who had just finished taking a shower, took out the hand cream and cleaned her hands. "Who messed with you again?"
"No one messes with me. It's just a pity that no one inherits my mantle."
Wen Shi paused and tentatively suggested, "How about letting Dabao come?"
"Dabao's goal is to be a scientific researcher who brings glory to the country, just like his uncle Qin Jiu."
Wen Shi expressed dissatisfaction with this, "Why doesn't he target me and his father?"
"One gate and two armies are enough."
Joining the military is not an easy path, nor is it easy for a military family member. There are already two military members in the family, and Louis has no idea about the third generation not following this path. Her principle has always been to be responsible for one's own life. Parents can refer to it, but the real decision is made by the children themselves.
So, she advised, "If Dabao wants to be a scientific researcher, let him do it. Besides, he is still young, and his goals may change in the future."
That’s true.
"Xiaobao really has no talent at all?"
"No."
Yi Chichi couldn't figure it out. "I'm quite deft with my hands, and you're not bad either. Wen Yi, needless to say, has been a master with his hands ever since he could walk. How could Xiaobao be so clumsy with her hands? If you ask her to sew, she can stitch it into a winding mountain road, just like walking in a straight line is illegal."
Wen Shi was silent for two seconds, then said softly, "Just follow my daughter-in-law. Changyue is a clumsy person."
Yi Chichi also thought of the destructive power of his daughter-in-law Zhou Changyue's hands and accepted his fate.
"I'd better find another child from the studio to teach."
Don't count on anyone at home; they're all unreliable.
Unless Wen Yi and his wife are willing to have another child, but they are both workaholics, one is rooted in the army to contribute to the national defense of the motherland, and the other is working hard in finance.
"Wife, when are you going to retire?"
"The day my eyes fail me."
When I heard it, “…”
Damn it, the sky is falling.
My wife is ready to devote herself to embroidery until she grows old.
"Wouldn't it be nice to take care of grandchildren?"
Yi Chichi thought carefully, and just when he thought she would say that taking care of children is good, she said, "I think about it over and over again, and I still think that making money is good."
When grandchildren are well-behaved, they are really adorable and can melt her heart. She would rather give them the stars than the moon.
But once he transforms into a stubborn donkey and a troublemaker...
"They are a true portrayal of the phenomenon of smelling good from afar but stinking up close."
Wen Shi was amused by her resentful words, "Okay, daughter-in-law, I understand. Let's go to bed. You focus on your career, and the baby can just smell the sweetness occasionally."
"OK."
So the couple lay down in each other's arms.
Sleep, sleep, wake up and it’s another day of working hard for your career and family!
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