Chapter 338 The Fu Family’s Comfortable Life
Lu Miao could feel his satisfaction and comfort, and his heart couldn't help but soften.
Apart from his family, Fu Jingyou doesn't care about anything else.
Lu Miao knew that he didn't care much about what others said.
But she wouldn't allow it.
Don't let him suffer any injustice.
"From now on, you protect the family and I will protect you, okay?"
Lu Miao completely relaxed in Fu Jingyou's arms, whispering softly and coquettishly, but her words were extremely domineering:
"I don't want you to be wronged. No one is allowed to bully you except me."
"Um."
The latter smiled silently and nodded solemnly.
I got up too early in the morning and was busy running around all day.
Lying on the bed, feeling physically and mentally satisfied, and in an extremely warm and comfortable environment, Fu Jingyou fell asleep first and fell into a deep sleep.
Lu Miao rested his head on his arm and followed closely behind.
A good night's sleep without dreams.
The next morning after breakfast, Ma Tianzao came as usual.
After teaching her simple descriptive grammar, Lu Miao began to set the scope framework.
Explain to her the more practical techniques at the moment.
"I've already told you how to describe something, but if it's an interview question, like if you're writing about a character, then describing their appearance is secondary; just a sentence or two will suffice."
"What's important is to portray the inner self. What is the inner self? Tenacity, loyalty, selfless dedication, and a strong will—these are the inner self."
In this era, everyone has a red and passionate heart, and what Lu Miao said is not difficult to understand.
Ma Tianzao seemed to be thinking about something and nodded slightly.
"Think about it first. If you don't understand something, ask me."
"good."
Lu Miao taught seriously, his fair face like warm jade filled with a concentration he had never had before.
She concentrated on teaching Ma Tianzao, while Fu Jingyou was busy applying salt to make bacon, his eyes full of smiles as he engraved her facial features and figure.
We slaughtered a pig at home yesterday, and most of the people in the team who bought the meat kept a record of the bill first.
Today, people have been sending money and tickets to me one after another.
Since Fu Jingyou was too busy, Lu Miao had to get up to settle the bill, collect the money, and cross out the names on the notebook.
Someone would come every five or ten minutes, and Lu Miao would get up again and again.
Seeing that she was busy, Ma Tianzao told her to go back and remember it herself, and come back if she had any questions.
Lu Miao thought it was okay.
As the Chinese New Year was getting closer, every household had more and more things to do, so Lu Miao didn't keep Ma Tianzao.
The pig weighed two or three hundred pounds, and after deducting the offal and the portion reserved for the family, 176 pounds were sold.
The price was different for those with tickets and those without, but after all the calculations, Lin Lin ended up with one hundred and thirty-two dollars and eighty cents in his hand.
The money from selling the piglets has been recovered, and all the hard work over the past year and a half has not been in vain.
Fu Jingyou looked at the thick stack of dimes neatly arranged in Lu Miao's hand:
"If I add a little more to this money, I can buy you a sewing machine."
"You just can't get along with sewing machines. You keep clamoring to buy one."
Lu Miao glanced at him unhappily and sorted out all the coupons that were about to expire.
Fu Jingyou touched his nose, smiled and said nothing.
The bacon needs to be dried in the sun. Although we just slaughtered a pig at home, it is really eye-catching to carry such a lot of meat out.
Fu Jingyou didn't tinker in front of the door, but went to the backyard to temporarily set up two tripod brackets.
A bamboo pole was placed across the middle, and the meat, strung with ropes and smeared with salt, was hung on it to dry in the wind.
The lard left over from yesterday has not been processed yet.
Lu Miao was taking care of the child, so Fu Jingyou didn't tell her, so as to avoid her coming over and getting her hands dirty with oil.
Fu Jingyou washed the lard, cut it into small pieces, and simmered it slowly in the pot.
More than ten pounds of pork fat was originally intended to be given half to the He family.
It was too late yesterday, and I was in a hurry and pretended to have forgotten.
It's not awkward now, so it wouldn't be appropriate to send it over.
It’s better for both of us to stay calm.
During this period, Lu Miao had no free time.
The door and windows of the room were temporarily opened for ventilation, and Lu Miao took the stove and cage chair to the kitchen.
I had porridge for breakfast and still haven't had lunch.
There were still a lot of very good quality ribs at home, and Lu Miao picked out the best ones and asked Fu Jingyou to chop them off.
She went into the room and brought back Dabao and Erbao.
Both pots on the stove were occupied with boiling oil, so Lu Miao placed a large soup pot on the stove, blanched the spareribs, and then added more water to put the spareribs in.
Add the green onion, ginger, star anise and bay leaves, then add soy sauce, salt and one and a half spoons of sugar.
Turn up the air damper to boost the fire, wait until the water in the pot starts to boil, then close the air damper and simmer over low heat.
By the time Fu Jingyou had finished boiling ten pounds of lard, the sauce-flavored spareribs in the bone soup pot were also ready.
Ten pounds of lard were used to boil nearly nine pounds of lard, which filled one and a half medium-sized pickle jars at home.
Fu Jingyou moved Dabao and Erbao aside, put two rags under the pot, and moved the scalding jar under the table to cool it down and store it.
Lu Miao took the time to pick up a piece of braised pork ribs for him.
He was not afraid of the heat. He held the meat in his mouth and it hissed. He bit the meat in two bites and threw the bones into the stove.
"How does it taste? Is it okay?"
"tasty!"
Fu Jingyou nodded, it was very pertinent.
It’s really delicious.
The meat is soft and tender without being dry, and has absorbed the rich broth, with a hint of sweetness in the appropriate taste.
Just a gentle sip can easily separate the flesh and bones.
Not only is it delicious, but its golden brown color also makes you salivate.
Fu Jingyou looked at Lu Miao with a frank and naked gaze, wanting another piece.
But Lu Miao didn't notice.
She took a small bowl, picked up two pieces of pork ribs and blew on them. When they were no longer hot, she gave one piece each to Dabao and Erbao.
I don’t know if it was because they were greedy or what, but the eldest and second babies pouted and drooled a lot.
While they were frowning and chewing the ribs seriously, Lu Miaoteng took out a handkerchief to wipe their saliva.
Fu Jingyou looked at it for a long time, turned away and wanted to scratch his forehead, but he withdrew his hand halfway because of the oil in his hand.
The oil in the pot had just been boiled and was still greasy.
In order to avoid waste, Fu Jingyou gave up the idea of cooking at noon. Under Lu Miao's command, he cooked a pot of dumpling soup.
Lu Miao is not particularly fond of noodles, but sometimes dumpling soup is really quick and convenient, and not bad.
The taste is often different depending on the added ingredients and side dishes.
Although it was a simple meal, Lu Miao never felt tired of it after eating it many times.
In the past, Fu Jingyou lived alone and everything was rough.
Later, with Lu Miao, life gradually became more decent.
The family lived a rich life, but given the poor background, the wealth was only relative.
Lu Miao cooks quite a lot, but with plenty of ingredients, there aren't many opportunities for her to show off her cooking skills.
Every time she does something seriously, Fu Jingyou always supports her.
Seeing Fu Jingyou eating with big mouthfuls of food, Lu Miao suddenly felt sorry for the time when he lived alone.
He had a hard life alone in the past, but now he has her and a child.
She absolutely could not let him go through that kind of pain again.
You should take care of your own man. Fu Jingyou likes to eat it, so she studies how to make it for him.
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