Mi Qinghao nodded: "Yes, 1500 a month, 18,000 a year!
I just don’t know if the old man can hold on for a year.”
In the evening, Mile's mother Jinguihua came back.
This is an ordinary rural woman, and the burden of life has made her almost unable to straighten her back.
Coupled with the heavy farm work, her face was full of fatigue.
But when she saw Jiao Yucheng, Jin Guihua still showed all her enthusiasm: she invited the two of them to have dinner at home.
There were two dishes for dinner, one was cold onion salad and the other was cold cucumber salad.
But when the dishes were served on the table, Fu Song was a little confused.
Because Jinguihua took out a palm-sized bottle of sesame oil from the kitchen, walked around the table three times, and then took it away.
Fu Song couldn't help but ask, "What's this for? A pre-meal ritual?"
Jinguihua said, "Add sesame oil. Cold dishes taste better with sesame oil."
Fu Song: “?”
If you want to put the sesame oil, why don’t you just open the bottle and pour it in? What’s the point of shaking it around?
If you really follow this method, you won’t be able to finish this bottle of oil in ten years!
Bang!
Mi Qinghao slammed the table and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm just a woman with no knowledge."
After saying that, he opened the bottle cork, dipped a little with chopsticks and dropped it on two dishes.
When he wanted to dip it a second time, Jinguihua snatched the scented oil bottle away.
Jiao Yucheng whispered to Fu Song, "Don't be surprised. His wife is just like that. She knows how to live well."
At night, Jiao Yucheng and Fu Song stayed in the brigade dormitory of Jie Qiao Village.
After washing up, Jiao Yucheng asked Fu Song: "How is it? What do you think?"
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