The younger son lives in the city, but he still has to take care of his mother-in-law's family, so it's all for naught.
After considering all the options, only his eldest son was home. That's why he tacitly agreed to his eldest son and daughter-in-law living there, as he planned to follow his eldest son in the future.
"I've made up my mind. Since you're going to follow the boss anyway, I'll follow Mo Yan. I'm willing to argue with her every day."
At least Mo Yan always argues with her face to face, unlike the eldest daughter-in-law who is all bark and no bite and can suddenly strike you hard when you don't know what's going on.
"Fine, let's split it then." The old man felt he had lost face, but he gritted his teeth and agreed, thinking to himself, "Just don't regret it later."
The old lady took everything to Mo Yan's house, including rice, meat, and chicken. She even took half of the vegetables from the garden, leaving Mo Yan both amused and exasperated.
"There's no food left at home, and you're even using such small vegetables."
The old lady snorted, "Why should they get the vegetables I grew myself? I want them, can't I take them home to look at? This is only the first day we've lived together, and you're already arguing with me!"
The old lady stood with her hands on her hips, looking as if she would argue with Mo Yan if she dared to say anything.
"Fine, fine, whatever you say, but what about that pig?"
Chickens and ducks can be put in cages, but she brought over such a big pig too. What if it fights with the ones at home?
"Just kill them, kill them and eat their meat, isn't that great?" They simply weren't leaving any for them.
"After we kill him, we'll have two tables of food and say that from today onwards I'm following you. Mo Yan, let me tell you, if you ever bully me again, I won't stand for it."
Mo Yan: "..."
"We can have a few tables, but we don't need to slaughter a pig. We can just buy some meat when we come back from the market. I'll arrange that. You should have someone build you a pigsty, and I'll go cook."
When asking someone to help you move, you shouldn't treat them to a meal. Strangely enough, my sister-in-law never mentioned the three little girls, as if the three children had nothing to do with her.
"Okay, go ahead."
The young men helped move the pigs into the pigpen and then blocked it off with a piece of wood to separate it from the two ends of the house.
Mo Yan bought meat and made braised pork with potatoes, Mapo tofu, and tofu ball soup. Each dish looked delicious, and paired with the new rice, the taste was incredibly comforting.
The young men ate until their bellies were round and full before heading back.
When she got back and told her parents, everyone knew that the old couple had separated their household, and from then on, the old lady lived with Mo Yan.
As for my sister-in-law, she ate well too, with stir-fried cured meat, egg drop soup, and rice.
Not to mention the old man, even the fathers of the three girls were very happy. In the past, the old lady rarely cooked meat.
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On this day, Mo Yan and the old lady started making braised tofu, using a donkey to grind the beans, while the two of them were responsible for making tofu pudding and tofu.
Finally, it needs to be braised, but since we had plenty of time, we dried it directly this time.
Mo Yan also tried making tofu puffs and bean curd sheets.
Tofu puffs can be boiled and eaten. They have many small holes inside, which allow them to fully absorb the broth, making them incredibly delicious. They can also be used to make tofu stuffed with meat.
The old lady was extremely satisfied as she watched one new product after another emerge; she was certain their business would thrive in the future.
On market day, Mo Yan and her family got up at three o'clock to make tofu. In the end, Mo Yan took the old lady to the market with her. The two of them sold the tofu together, and they also brought along the children. In Mo Yan's words, they went to a restaurant together.
This was the first time the three girls had come to the market, while Tao Zhengyi was often brought by the old lady.
"Grandma, I want to eat steamed buns."
Tao Zhengyi's eyes immediately fell on the steamed buns over there. Every time he came, he would eat a meat bun and a couple of wontons.
The three little girls also looked over.
"Okay, Grandma will go buy it for you."
The old lady bought a meat bun and five scallion buns. When she gave them to them, she said matter-of-factly, "These are meat buns for my little one, you're not allowed to take them."
The three little girls quickly shook their heads; they were happy with just a vegetarian bun.
"Mom, from now on, only buy the same kind of steamed buns. You're going to treat them differently. Do you believe me? When we get back, I'll make a whole pot of steamed buns and won't give you any gold nuggets to eat."
Tao Zhengyi: "..." What does this have to do with me?
"Mom, Grandma bought these for me, not me asking her to buy you vegetarian buns. Why can't I eat them in the end?"
"Because you're her precious daughter, it's normal that you don't get any food because she's biased. You didn't share your meat buns with everyone either. If you can eat all by yourself, why can't I?"
That brat became increasingly selfish with each passing gap. He got used to being special, used to being unique.
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