"Dating can make your family rich! Your family's well-being depends on you!" The old man said, shaking his head, and fully affirmed the third son's intention to date.
The third brother... is this an advantage? His heart was crushed and reassembled, and I still make fun of him!
But if you think about it carefully, it is indeed his credit!
Think about the third brother who straightened his back. He sacrificed himself and made such a great contribution to the family. Shouldn't he not work? Why is he hiding like this?
Thinking of this, he went to the kitchen and saw Wu Zhiqiu frying glutinous rice in front of a big pot. This is an important dish for entertaining guests.
The third child took a few grains of freshly fried brown rice from the basin, tossed the hot rice in his hands for a few times, and quickly put it in his mouth. After that, it was no longer hot!
Wu Zhiqiu just looked at him. None of the children were watching from the kitchen. The third child, Da Bilian, came over to eat secretly.
"Mom, the heat is just right. I've worked hard this year, and I've made a huge contribution to our family's good life, right, Mom?" The third child gave his mother a look. Shouldn't the big contributor eat more?
Wu Zhiqiu...picked up the firewood stick at hand and said, "Want to be a hero? Come on, take a few sticks from your mother first!"
The third child was beaten and ran away with his head in his hands, screaming and running outside. Xingping and Xingsong were younger than the third child, so they heard the noise and rushed over to watch the fun.
Seeing the third child running in front and the eldest aunt chasing behind, they were excited and hurried to help. Usually they were beaten by Liu Cuihua. They always envied the brothers in the eldest uncle's family. The eldest aunt never beat or scolded them.
Today was a once-in-a-generation event. The two brothers quickly pinned the third brother to the ground in no time.
"You two black guys! Let me go!" The third brother struggled.
Wu Zhiqiu panted and caught up with the third brother. He gave his two nephews a thumbs up and whipped the third brother's butt with a wooden stick.
"You don't think you're ugly, I'm here to give you a reward!"
"Mom! Mom! I was wrong! I don't want it anymore, please stop hitting me, it hurts!" The third child begged bitterly. He was in his twenties and still being beaten by his mother. The pain was secondary. It was so embarrassing.
The old man in the room was swinging his legs, with a gloating smile on his face.
When Liu Cuihua came out, she saw her two sons holding down the third son. These two are so naughty, she cursed in her heart.
"Sister-in-law, don't beat the children before the New Year. Save it for a feast after the New Year." Liu Cuihua said with gritted teeth, looking at her two sons.
Xingsong and Xingping, accepting the fierce look from their mother, shuddered and quickly let go of the third brother and ran away.
The third brother quickly got up and ran out of the yard, his buttocks were beaten into eight pieces.
Wu Zhiqiu was also exhausted. Wearing too many clothes in winter affected her performance. One day, I must give the bad-mouthed Third Brother a good rest.
Rural people don't work in winter and only eat two meals a day. They don't eat lunch and eat dinner at three or four o'clock. They go to bed when it gets dark. There is no entertainment, mainly to save food.
The family didn't eat lunch and continued to work.
Wu Zhiqiu returned to the kitchen, and Xiulan had already started frying fried dough twists. Each one was plump and golden in color, making people salivate at the sight.
"Xiu Lan's craftsmanship is incredible," Wu Zhiqiu praised
Xiulan smiled shyly, "It's my first time to make it too. I heard my grandma talk about it before, and I didn't expect it to be true." At her age, she was born during the Great Famine and had never lived a rich life. There was nothing for her to cook at home. She just listened to the old people talking about it at home.
"Xiulan is incredibly talented. She can cook so well just by listening to others. It can only be said that she is talented." Wu Zhiqiu praised sincerely. Her skills are not good. It's not that she is not good, but most people are not good. In an era when food and clothing are problems, there is nothing you want. It is good enough to have food to eat. Who dares to be picky?
"I don't know how to make it either. Xiulan said she would try, and I was afraid she would ruin something. I didn't expect her to be able to make it so well." Liu Cuihua's eyes were all smiling. She didn't expect her eldest daughter-in-law to have such a skill. She was really proud.
"Xiufang's fried dough twist looks better than the ones sold outside!" Fenglan couldn't help but praise
"It's not that good. People selling meat outside can make money. How can I compare with them?" Xiulan was a little shy.
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