These past few days, Ye Qingqing hasn't had time to come to Wushan Road. With Grandma Ye at home, everyone's nerves are on edge, especially Shen Yanhong's family of three. Grandma Ye spends all her time cursing people, except for eight hours of sleep.
When Shen Yanhong went to work, she would scold Ye Lan and Ye Hua. When Shen Yanhong came home, the three of them would scold each other together. Sometimes she would also scold Ye Qingqing a few times, but she would never scold Ye Tong.
Not only did she stop scolding him, Ye Tong's quality of life improved significantly after the old lady arrived.
After the old lady arrived, she cooked all three meals a day. Shen Yanhong was not even allowed to step into the kitchen. The old lady's cooking skills were quite good, on par with Shen Yanhong's.
However... the old lady had experienced three years of natural disasters, and she was more devout to food than to a Bodhisattva.
The food on the Ye family's table was still plentiful, with meat and vegetables, but... the portions were much smaller.
Ye Zhiguo looked at the number of pieces of meat on the plate. Without even counting, he could tell at a glance that there were ten pieces in total, smaller than the ones Shen Yanhong had cut. One piece of meat wouldn't even be enough for one bite of his.
Aside from a plate of meat, the rest were all vegetables: stir-fried pickled mustard greens with dried tofu, water spinach with garlic, loofah and egg soup, and a bowl of steamed stinky amaranth stems—five bowls in total.
"Mom, are you out of food?" Ye Zhiguo asked with a smile.
Grandma Ye brought out a stack of bowls, glared at her son upon hearing this, then glared fiercely at Shen Yanhong, saying in her hometown dialect, "Five bowls of food aren't enough? How much do you want to eat? In the old days... you would eat a whole bowl of rice with just a piece of amaranth stalk, and now with so much food, you're still not satisfied..."
Ye Zhiguo's head was throbbing with pain. He said helplessly, "Mom, I mean there's not enough meat. There are so many people in the family; it's not right for everyone to have just one bite!"
"Two yuan for me, two yuan for you, two yuan for Qingqing, and four yuan for Xiaotong, that's just right." The old lady had already planned it out.
Ye Zhiguo looked stunned and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't my wife and Xiaohua going to eat?"
"If you feel sorry for your wife, share some food with her. As for those two burdens, it's good enough that you give them food. They want meat? You'll kill them..."
Although the old lady and Ye Zhiguo spoke their hometown dialect, it was roughly the same as the Pingjiang dialect. Shen Yanhong and Ye Lan could only understand a little bit of it, and their faces were very ugly. They almost gritted their teeth.
Being scolded every day is bad enough, but now we can't even eat meat. What's the point of living like this?
Ye Qingqing was secretly delighted. The old lady had actually left her two pieces, so the scolding she had endured these past few days hadn't been for nothing. In a good mood, Ye Qingqing wasn't as averse to the stinky amaranth stalks on the table as before.
Ye Hua didn't understand. His back injury had healed a bit, and after going out for a walk, he was already hungry. He reached out with his chopsticks to pick up some meat.
"Smack!"
The old lady glared at him with her triangular eyes, slammed the rice spoon in her hand onto Ye Hua's hand, and scolded him fiercely, "You ill-mannered brat, you want to eat meat?"
Shen Yanhong's eyelids twitched repeatedly. She suppressed her anger and said in a low voice, "Mom, Xiaohua is still growing and needs to supplement her nutrition."
That old hag! She's the one who brought the meat back, why shouldn't her son get any?
The old woman chuckled sinisterly, "It's good enough that you've fed your son. Back in our day, as long as we had enough to eat, we still grew tall and strong. Take Zhiguo, for example. He didn't have any meat to eat when he was little, but he still grew tall and strong, and plenty of women liked him!"
Ye Qingqing nodded in agreement, "That's right, I heard Uncle Wang say that there's an auntie at Dad's factory who really likes him, and she even knitted knee pads for him!"
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