Chapter 495 Kidney Beans Stewed Pig's Trotter
The woman wearing the scarf is her mother!
Jiang Wanwan asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
Aunt Chen: "From her voice, it sounds a bit like your mother's. I grabbed her arm and it was covered in blood. I don't know where she was injured."
"I was originally there to catch a thief, and I didn't even bother with the urinal. I didn't expect to feel the blood on my hands and hear her voice. I couldn't help but take her to the hospital for bandaging."
"Poor woman, her hands are covered with scars. I asked her where she was going and what she was doing, but she just looked at me and didn't say anything."
"She's a poor person, but I didn't help you find out why she came here, or whether she's your relative."
Mom is injured.
Jiang Wanwan felt a spreading pain in her heart and her breathing became rapid, but she tried to suppress it.
"She is my distant cousin. I have seen her a few times. She may come here for some reason. Next time you see her, tell her not to leave and let her come to see me."
She came back to live here permanently, and was afraid that her mother would suddenly come over one day and she would miss her because she was at school or out.
Aunt Chen didn't expect that she was really a relative of theirs: "Your cousin, no wonder she looks so much like your mother. To be more precise, she looks like your mother in the past. The way she talks and walks is exactly like her."
"I'll help you invite her home when I see her next time."
Aunt Chen looked at An An sleeping soundly and said with emotion: "You were like this when you were a child, small, obedient and sweet. In a blink of an eye, time has passed, and you have grown up and become the mother of three children."
"I got you some pea yellow, try it."
She opened the aluminum lunch box she brought, which contained pea yellow.
Pea yellow is a spring delicacy in old Beijing.
When making it, grind the peas, peel them, wash them, boil them, stir-fry them with sugar, coagulate them, and cut them into small rectangular pieces.
The finished pea yellow is light yellow in color, delicate, melts in the mouth, tastes sweet, and is refreshing. Jiang Wanwan likes it very much.
But... she doesn't like what her mother cooks. When she was a child, she felt that she could eat what her mother cooked every day, and she got tired of it after eating it too much.
When mom cooked and brought it in, she ran away secretly.
I ran to Aunt Chen's house and saw the food on the table. It looked delicious no matter how I looked at it.
It must be better than home!
Jiang Wanwan took out a pea yellow from the lunch box, tears streaming down her face: "It's delicious."
Aunt Chen said distressedly: "Why are you crying? I will make it for you if you want to eat it next time."
"Thank you, ma'am."
Jiang Wanwan ate three pieces in one go and felt full.
"tasty."
Aunt Chen still had work to do at home, so she talked to Jiang Wanwan for a while, closed the lunch box of pea yellow, kissed the child before leaving.
When Shen Xingjiang came back, he saw that Jiang Wanwan looked strange.
"What's wrong?"
Jiang Wanwan: "Aunt Chen said she saw my mother and she was injured."
Shen Xingjiang: “Don’t worry, next time you see her, ask her where she is and what she wants to do.”
"You're back now. There are some things that she doesn't need to take risks on her own."
Jiang Wanwan nodded: "Okay."
She stretched out her hand: "Hug me, I won't feel bad if I hug you."
When he was around, she wasn't alone anymore.
Shen Xingjiang leaned over and hugged her: “Don’t be afraid.”
"Uh-huh."
Jiang Wanwan took a deep breath.
The smell on him was cool and pleasant.
After holding her for a while, Qiuqiu made a fuss and wanted to go out to play. Shen Xingjiang called Jiang Juan and Cheng Lingxue over, and they took Qiuqiu to the next room to play.
Qiuqiu is a child who likes to cry and walk around. He cries a lot and never stops.
Cheng Lingxue coaxed him into losing several pounds.
There was a well under the apricot tree in the yard, an old-fashioned pressurized well. Chen Xingjiang pumped a bucket of water, roasted the skin of the pig's trotters he had bought from the grocery store with the fire in the stove, threw them into the bucket, and brushed the ashes off the skin with a new brush.
Seeing that it was time to cook, Cheng Wenyuan rolled up his sleeves and came over to help.
"Did you go out to report to your family that you are safe?"
As he said this, he took the pig's trotter and started brushing it.
Chen Xingjiang bought two, and the father and son each bought one.
The water is slightly cool in spring, and the dust on the pig's trotters falls on the water surface and slowly disperses.
Shen Xingjiang cleaned the details of the pig’s feet: “I sent a telegram.”
Cheng Wenyuan: "That's good. Your father is very careful. Don't let him worry too much. If you want to do business in the future, tell me whatever you want to do."
He looks elegant, often with a faint smile on his face, and seems to be non-competitive.
Shen Xingjiang glanced at the hair on his temples, where light white stubble had already grown, and it was already one-fifth of the way there.
"Well, if there are any problems, I will come to you if I can't solve them."
Cheng Wenyuan smiled, with a few lines on the corners of his eyes: "I just admire your willingness to not dwell on trivial matters."
"Once we're settled here, come back to the old house with me to have a meal and let your grandfather take a look at our children."
Shen Xingjiang had no opinion on this. He didn't have much contact with Cheng Yanhu, but he could feel that Cheng Yanhu was old and unable to do many things.
Cheng Yanhu did not reject him and often helped Wanwan sell wild ginseng. He was a nice person.
"good."
I had steamed buns in the morning and stewed pig's trotter soup at noon.
The kidney beans are cooked until soft, and the soup is milky white. The soup is thick and mellow, with the aroma of the kidney beans, which melts in your mouth. The taste is a bit like pea yellow.
The pig's trotters are tender but not falling apart, light and delicious.
In addition to pig's trotter soup, Cheng Wenyuan also stir-fried two meat dishes.
He also steamed soft egg custard for his grandchildren.
The egg was soft and smooth in the mouth, without any seasoning. Chuanchuan and Anan ate a little bit, and Qiuqiu ate half a bowl by herself.
I have a very good appetite.
After eating, he burped and pointed to the outside to play again.
Cheng Wenyuan hadn't even eaten yet. When his grandson pointed outside, he immediately couldn't help but take the child out.
"Wait a minute, dear grandson, grandpa will put on his cotton jacket and go out now."
Jiang Wanwan: "Dad Cheng, don't spoil him, it will be difficult to discipline him in the future."
Cheng Wenyuan: "You are still young and don't understand this."
Jiang Wanwan of course knew that he was still young, and she wanted Cheng Wenyuan to eat first.
He didn't eat anything in the morning and now he hasn't had lunch yet, but he wants to take the children out. He's too hard.
Cheng Wenyuan put on his clothes, wrapped Xiao Qiuqiu tightly, and took her out to play.
Sitting in the room you can hear adults making children laugh.
Shen Xingjiang placed a bowl of soup in front of Jiang Wanwan. The milky white soup was filled with soft and bouncy pig’s trotters.
"Eat first and don't worry about the child."
Jiang Wanwan: "But Dad Cheng hasn't eaten yet."
Having said that, my eyes have been attracted by the pig's trotters.
Shen Xingjiang: “You eat, I’ll eat quickly and take over from him.”
Jiang Jun gnawed on a big pig's hoof: "Sister, don't worry. There are so many of us. How can we let Uncle Cheng starve?"
"Just eat your food. You're getting as thin as before. There's no flesh on your body. If the wind is strong outside, I think you'll be blown away."
Jiang Wanwan glared at Jiang Jun, drank a mouthful of soup, and said with some nostalgia: "I actually miss our small kang in Inner Mongolia. It was comfortable to sleep on."
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