Sun Jinhua raised her chin, looking down with the disdain of a victorious rooster.
Her husband and son both got to eat fatty meat, and several slices at that—she profited! Zhang Chunhua didn't get any; that was her fault, it had nothing to do with her.
When the second and third dishes were served, Zhang Chunhua had already gained experience, and Zhang Tuzi even picked up the rough earthenware plate and poured the contents into the bowl!
Enraged, Fan's mother and Sun Jinhua launched into a tirade of curses.
The two sides were arguing fiercely, causing bystanders to stare at them with their chopsticks in hand and mouths agape.
At dinner time, the two families refused to sit at the same table again.
But others were even less willing to sit with any of them.
In the end, Wang Guifen stepped in to mediate: "We'll have noodle soup for dinner. Just take your bowl and get it back. The portions are all set, so it doesn't matter where you sit. If you really don't want to sit, you can squat to eat."
After hearing that the portions had been divided, the two families remained silent.
Neither of them wanted to give the other any advantage, so even though they didn't like each other, they still sat together.
For dinner, children over thirteen years old are served three large spoonfuls of noodle soup, one spoonful of stir-fried cabbage with pork cracklings, and a piece of leek omelet.
Children under thirteen receive two large spoonfuls of noodle soup, with the same side dishes.
It might not be cost-effective for eleven or twelve-year-olds, but most families with eleven or twelve-year-olds, or even older children who can't finish two large spoonfuls of dough, can share the dough among themselves.
Rivers and lakes are like that.
Fan Jiang was ten years old. He was responsible for physical labor at home, which was very physically demanding, and he had a good appetite. Two large spoonfuls of noodle soup were not enough for him.
Fan Hu is young and is usually taken care of by his older brothers and sisters, doing light work. He loves reading and spends most of his time sitting still reading, which doesn't require much physical exertion. At this moment, he is transferring some of the dough pieces from his bowl into his older brother's bowl.
The food tonight didn't quite suit Shuiqing's taste, and since there was a shopping mall available, she could buy whatever she wanted to eat without anyone noticing when she went back to her room. So she also put some of it into the children's bowls.
Several children, their eyes moist, looked up and choked back tears, saying, "Mother, you eat!"
Shui Qing could only utter that classic line: "...Mother isn't hungry!"
She wanted to save room for a nice meal back inside.
The children's eyes welled up with tears, and they said with thick nasal voices, "Our mother is still the best to us."
As late summer approached, she held her bowl. Her second aunt had scooped out the most dough pieces, and even given her the only piece of pork lard. Thinking of this, a warm feeling welled up inside her…
Sun Jinhua strolled over to her daughter's side with the bowl in her hand. Seeing that the bowl was full of food, especially the two pieces of pork cracklings on the top layer, she immediately reached out with her chopsticks: "Zhaodi, Mom will eat the pork cracklings for you. This stuff is too oily. If you eat it, you'll get an upset stomach!"
Wanxia was in a daze, but her family members sitting beside her were paying close attention. They immediately reached out and covered her bowl, saying, "No need for your trouble, Aunt. Wanxia is our sister. If she can't finish, we'll help her eat."
Sun Jinhua protested, "Zhaodi has two pieces, what's wrong with giving one to her own mother?"
Everyone had a piece of pork cracklings. She gave hers to her eldest son. Just now, seeing the others at the table chewing carefully, I immediately thought of Zhao Di. I didn't expect that she actually had two pieces!
She wasn't greedy and wanted it all; she even left a piece for Zhao Di, yet she still refused?
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