Even if there are torrential rains or floods that trap people, there will be a sufficient supply of pork!
As long as there's no waste, Mrs. Hu is happy!
That's rice after all; it's really hard to throw it away.
She promised, "I will learn from you, Mother."
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On the first day back at work, I ate a vegetable and egg drop soup with cornbread.
The cornbread was fluffy and soft, then baked until crispy and fragrant while sticking to the side of the pan. It was made with high-quality ingredients, and each one was bigger than an adult man's palm.
The egg drop soup goes without saying; it's pure egg soup!
When other people make egg drop soup, eggs are just an ingredient, and you're lucky if you can see a few scattered pieces of egg. But when Shuiqing makes egg drop soup, there are big chunks of egg in it.
Even the carpenters and bricklayers from the city looked completely satisfied with their meal.
The men in the village were even more shocked.
When I got home that night, I told my wife to send more vegetables and fruits to Shuiqing the next day. Since her family had only recently separated from the main household, there must be a shortage of vegetables, so we had no choice but to add more eggs.
With so many people, the eggs couldn't withstand such a feast.
So the next day, not only did the women who came to help with the work arrive, but there was also a continuous stream of women bringing vegetables and fruits!
Shuiqing was troubled by the sight of the kitchen piled high with pumpkins, winter melons, cabbages, radishes, and other vegetables.
Which should we eat first?
Mother Hu was overjoyed. Her daughter and son-in-law were well-liked in the village, and no mother would be unhappy about that.
While warmly inviting the women to sit and chat, she happily said, "How about stewing winter melon with minced meat? Just add some oil and water and it'll be fine."
How about we chop the bok choy and shiitake mushrooms that were delivered into small pieces and make a rice dish with brown rice?
Before Shui Qing could answer, the women sitting next to her said with hearty smiles, "How could it not work?"
"No wonder my husband kept saying how good the food was when he got home yesterday! It makes me want to eat it too. There's meat, vegetables, and rice. I'd even like to come and help out if I didn't have to pay him," Aunt Li said enviously.
Brown rice is still rice.
Not to mention that there's meat inside the winter melon. Although it's just minced meat, these days it's considered very good to have minced meat. If it were large slices of meat, these dozens of men could eat a whole pig!
Wang Guifen was one of the women who came to help. At that moment, she was taking out shiitake mushrooms from a sack to soak and rehydrate them. She joked with Hu's mother, "I'm just afraid that if I eat at your daughter's house for ten or fifteen days, I won't be used to the food when I go home."
"Don't laugh at me, you brought all the dishes, I should be thanking you."
Not only did they come to help my daughter, but they also brought food, so I, as her mother, benefited from it too.
Mother Hu spoke sincerely and frankly, and everyone, whether they were women who came to help or women who brought vegetables, felt happy listening to her.
The men were doing heavy physical labor over there, while the women were chatting and laughing as they prepared food.
I'm busy preparing lunch in the morning, so I basically have no free time, but I only need to cook dinner for a few people in the family, so it doesn't take up much time.
So after lunch and washing the dishes, Shuiqing and Hu's mother had some free time.
Using her spare time, Shuiqing began to teach Hu's mother, Yan Qiuxing, and others how to make rice wine.
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