Chapter 15 Thoughts
Yes, he can actually be very good, so considerate and gentle.
But now he has no memory of that life, so it is normal for him to be cold to her.
And she didn't want him to have any memories of that life. After all, she owed him and felt sorry for him. She would feel heartbroken whenever she thought about it.
"Well, mother, I know he's good."
After hearing Jiang Zhiluo say this, Mrs. Cui finally felt relieved.
Madam Cui said, "We have firewood, so we can steam and cook these."
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mom, it's getting late. Let's make brown sugar tomorrow afternoon. It won't be ready in a short while."
She is going back to her parents' home tomorrow and should be back in the afternoon. I can just continue with my work in the afternoon then.
And it takes a long time to boil brown sugar.
Madam Cui nodded and said, "Okay, Zhiluo, whatever do you want for dinner? I'll make it for you."
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mom, let me cook. I bought some big bones this morning so I can make some soup with them. I also bought a pound of meat so I can use the clear broth to make meatball soup."
Jiang Zhiluo thought that the meatball soup was lighter, and everyone should be full after drinking a bowl.
If you want to make meatballs, you have to do it now.
Mrs. Cui helped Jiang Zhiluo wash and cut vegetables.
She thought Zhiluo’s cooking was delicious, much better than hers.
Jiang Zhiluo used wild vegetables and cabbage to make wild vegetable meat and cabbage meatballs.
The chicken laid two eggs today. Jiang Zhiluo beat an egg, got some corn flour, and started working.
Jiang Zhiluo made the meatballs very quickly. In a short while, all the small meatballs were ready and they all looked exactly the same.
Looking at Jiang Zhiluo's hand speed, Mrs. Cui was amazed.
Jiang Zhiluo felt that there were still few seasonings in this era. There was only salt and soy sauce at home, and no seasonings like peppercorns and bay leaves.
She also controlled the taste to avoid it being too salty, because it was to be eaten as both a dish and a staple food.
If possible, Jiang Zhiluo actually wants to make the filling for wontons.
However, if you want to make the filling for wontons, you also need some flour. Given the conditions at home, they decided to save as much as possible.
"These meatballs should be enough, right?"
Mrs. Cui saw that Jiang Zhiluo made a lot of meatballs.
Jiang Zhiluo said, "Mom, it's better to store it now that the weather is cold. Make a few more and you can cook it tomorrow."
Mrs. Cui never thought that meatballs could be used for cooking.
After making the meatballs one by one, Jiang Zhiluo began to cook them with the boiled bone soup.
When making bone soup, use well water with spiritual spring water added, so the taste will be better.
After it was cooked, Jiang Zhiluo scooped a large bowl for each person.
"Mother, husband, let's eat."
Mrs. Cui helped to light the fire. Her hands were still covered with dust, so she hurried to wash them.
When Cui Hejin heard the sound, he put down his pen, stood up and went to the kitchen to help get the chopsticks.
Originally, Cui Hejin wanted to help light the fire, but neither Mrs. Cui nor Jiang Zhiluo let him do it and just told him to rest.
The dining table is placed in the kitchen, and everyone eats in the kitchen after the meal is ready.
It was not dark yet, and the sky was illuminated by the setting sun with a fiery cloud, which looked very beautiful.
Jiang Zhiluo sat down and could see wisps of smoke rising from the eaves of the row of houses in front of her through the fenced courtyard.
At this moment, you can still hear the sound of children running and making noises at the street door.
There was also the sound of adults chatting as they walked home from the fields.
Just listening to these sounds can make people feel a pastoral and leisurely feeling, which can make people relax both physically and mentally.
Mrs. Cui ate a meatball and exclaimed in amazement, "Zhiluo, these meatballs are so delicious. I didn't expect wild vegetable meatballs to be so delicious."
Mrs. Cui couldn't wait to eat another meatball and exclaimed in her heart, "It tastes so good."
“It tastes good and not too salty, just right.”
Jiang Zhiluo said softly, "Mom, if I were making wontons, I might make it saltier than this, but this is just meatball soup, without noodles, so the taste is lighter. It can be eaten as both a meal and a dish."
When Mrs. Cui heard this, she understood that Zhiluo was trying to save some noodles.
Mrs. Cui thought about the current situation at home and whispered, "Zhiluo, I'm sorry to make you suffer."
"No, mother, don't say that. Our lives will get better. When we get back from my parents' house tomorrow, we'll make brown sugar so we can set up a stall in town the day after tomorrow to do business."
"Even if brown sugar isn't selling well, we can still do some food business. I went to the dock and saw that after the ice melted in spring, the dock became very busy with many boats. It seems that doing food business is pretty good."
"There's always a way."
She has all kinds of delicious recipes in her mind, so she has nothing to worry about if she starts a food business.
But she still wanted to do something easier than making food.
When Mrs. Cui heard Jiang Zhiluo say this, she felt relieved.
She felt that her daughter-in-law was capable, and the two meals she cooked were exceptionally delicious.
Zhiluo said she could make brown sugar, but she didn't dare to imagine that she could really make brown sugar.
But if she really started a food business, she believed that with Zhiluo's cooking skills, the business would definitely be good.
That way, life at home should get better.
As Mrs. Cui ate the meatballs in the bowl, her brows relaxed.
"Zhiluo, you really know how to cook. The wild vegetables I ate before were really not tasty. I tried stir-frying them or pickling them, but they were all not tasty. But when you make them into meatballs, they are delicious."
“I never thought you could eat it this way.”
"If you need to buy anything, Mom will give you money."
In the morning, knowing that Jiang Zhiluo was going to town, Mrs. Cui gave her copper coins, but Jiang Zhiluo refused to take them, saying that she had some on her hand.
Mrs. Cui guessed that it was given by her parents.
Old Madam Cui also felt a little guilty. Since Zhiluo had married He Jin, it was their responsibility to pay for whatever she needed or bought.
Mrs. Cui couldn't help but look at her son's expression, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
Cui Hejin naturally sensed his mother's expression. He glanced at his mother, and with just one look, he probably understood what his mother was thinking.
His long eyelashes trembled, and he sighed inwardly, as if thinking about something, but his chopsticks remained motionless.
Although Jiang Zhiluo was talking to Old Madam Cui, her attention was often on Cui Hejin.
Seeing Cui Hejin remained silent and didn't move his chopsticks, she asked softly, "Isn't it delicious?"
Mrs. Cui was afraid that her son would be too cold to say anything nice, so she hurriedly said, "Zhiluo worked hard to make this. She bought the bone soup and the meat in the meatballs with her own money. They taste so good. Why don't you eat them quickly? Don't waste Zhiluo's kindness."
Cui Hejin looked at his mother protecting his young wife so much, feeling somewhat helpless, and said softly, "No."
Jiang Zhiluo always felt that Cui Hejin was a man of few words. He would only say these two words and would not say anything more, not even just a comment.
Cui Hejin ate a meatball. Even when he was eating, his movements were slow and graceful, which was pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Zhiluo couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste to you?"
Jiang Zhiluo was worried that the food would not suit his appetite.
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