Jiang Wanyue carried the backpack into the house.
When I opened the treasure bowl, the little bit of meat that I had cut from the pork bones in the morning turned into a large bowl of food, both lean and fat, which was very mouth-watering.
After locking the cabinet, she walked towards the kitchen with the bowl in her hand: "Huaizhi, go to the field and pick some green vegetables. Yingzi, add some fire to the stove, but don't turn it too high."
She poured the fat into the pot and started to refine the oil. She learned this trick from watching short videos. It was her first time, so she was a little hesitant, but the result was gratifying. She refined half a bowl of lard.
She stir-fried some vegetables with the remaining lard.
Chop some lean meat in the bowl and steam a few eggs.
There was still a small half bowl of meat left, so she added some salt to marinate it so she could eat it tomorrow.
The staple food is sweet potato flour pancakes, fried with lard, golden and buttery.
With the joint efforts of mother and her two children, the meal was finally ready after nearly an hour.
The four of them sat down at the small table in the main room.
Looking at the dishes on the table, the two older children's faces were full of disbelief, and the younger Huazi had already begun to drool.
Jiang Wanyue scooped out some minced meat and egg custard in a small bowl, blew it to cool, and then placed it in front of Huazi, letting him eat it with a spoon. Song Huaizhi would occasionally help feed him.
"I solemnly say it again. I will never commit suicide again, nor will I leave Xiaojing Village, and I will certainly not sell my children. You don't have to take the villagers' gossip seriously." Jiang Wanyue knew that they were sensitive, so some things must be made clear. "You don't have to worry about work points. Starting tomorrow, I will officially become a teacher at the Xiaojing Production Brigade Primary School. I will get work points every day, and the school will also give me subsidies every month. It is enough to support the three of you."
Song Huaizhi was shocked: "Are you going to be a teacher in our school?"
Jiang Wanyue curled her lips and smiled: "Why, do you look down on me, your mother? I am a high school student, more than enough to teach elementary school."
In fact, she not only attended high school, but also went to college and studied abroad for a master's degree. There is no problem for her to teach these children.
"Mom is so amazing!" Song Yunying's eyes sparkled. "When can I go to school? I want to be your student."
"It's still early for you." Jiang Wanyue put some lard residue into her bowl, "Eat more. You'll be cuter if you gain some weight."
Children these days seem to enter the first grade at the age of seven or eight. Yingzi is only five years old, so it is indeed too early for her to go to school, but... it is not impossible.
"It's so delicious!" Song Yunying took a bite of the lard residue and wanted to swallow her tongue. "It's the first time I've eaten such delicious meat. I love my mother so much!"
Song Huaizhi couldn't help but eat a few more bites.
But he was the older brother and always restrained himself, so he stopped eating after a few bites.
Jiang Wanyue picked up a large piece of food with chopsticks for him and said, "You are still so short at the age of seven. You don't look like my son. Eat quickly and grow taller."
Song Huaizhi: "..."
He turned his grief and anger into appetite and ate three sweet potato pancakes.
The meal was over quickly.
Song Huaizhi and Song Yunying cleaned the dishes in the kitchen together, while Jiang Wanyue cleaned for herself and Huazi.
Although she bought a towel, she was reluctant to use it, so she put it in the treasure bowl and waited until tomorrow.
It was already very dark, and Jiang Wanyue had no idea what time it was. She only knew that as soon as she lay down on the bed, hugged Yingzi, closed her eyes, and fell asleep instantly.
Humans are highly adaptable creatures. On the second night after arriving here, Jiang Wanyue no longer recognized her bed and slept until almost dawn.
The first thing I do when I get up is to open the cabinet and check the treasure bowl.
Yesterday she put in flour and rice, as well as towels and toothbrushes. There were at least two kilograms of flour and rice each, five towels and five toothbrushes.
She took out a towel and toothbrush, picked up the flour, and placed them on the table.
Then put the brown sugar, white sugar, and fruit snacks into the treasure bowl, lock the cabinet, and hang the key around your neck.
There was a rustling noise and the three children in the bed woke up.
"It was too late yesterday, so I didn't have time to take out some things." Jiang Wanyue said with a smile, "I bought two towels for each of you. The towels for washing your face and feet must be separated. There are also toothbrushes and toothpaste here. I will teach you how to brush your teeth later. There is also soap, which can be used to wash your face and hands."
Song Huaizhi showed a look of astonishment again.
He had only seen his mother brushing her teeth herself, and the toothbrush she used was worn out. His mother was reluctant to buy a new one because it was too expensive.
Now he even bought one for him and Yingzi respectively.
And there were these brand new towels, he could actually use two by himself.
It feels like a dream.
"What are you standing there for?" Jiang Wanyue rinsed her mouth with a bowl, "Hurry up and brush your teeth and light a fire. It's almost too late."
Song Huaizhi and Song Yunying hurriedly squeezed toothpaste and brushed their teeth.
The mother and her two children squatted in the yard, each with a toothbrush and a bowl, brushing.
Jiang Wanyue sighed.
There is not even a cup to brush your teeth with, and you have to use a bowl. She had never dared to imagine such a life before.
After washing up, she started to make breakfast.
Add water to the white flour, then add eggs, mix in the chopped vegetables, put lard in the pot, and make several lard white flour pancakes.
"Mm, it's delicious!" Song Yunying's eyes widened, "Mom, it's white flour!"
Jiang Wanyue smiled and said, "Yes, it's white flour cakes. If you want to eat more, eat more. We have more at home. Don't worry."
Song Huaizhi took a bite of the pancake and couldn't help but eat most of it in one breath.
In the past, they could only eat fine grains during the Chinese New Year, but today they can eat as much as they want. Are their families so rich?
However, I heard that the teacher’s monthly allowance is only four yuan. If they eat like this, their family will be starving in less than three or five days.
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