Chapter 33: Your whole family is digging up cow dung After kneading
the dough and rolling the dough, the stuffing was prepared early in the morning, and the cabbage and pork belly were poured with hot oil, the four children gathered around the low table in the kitchen to watch.
When Shen Meng was a clerk, she loved to cook on weekends. Now she has picked it up again and is slowly becoming more and more decent.
"Mom, can Aunt Xifeng eat one? She used to secretly cook eggs for me!" Lu Mingkai swallowed his saliva and said.
Mingfang was afraid that her mother would feel sad, so she quickly said, "The dumplings are cooked. Mom will eat them first. Mom is not fully recovered yet. She works hard every day. Xiaokai, is that right?"
Shen Meng glanced at Mingfang. It is said that girls are caring little cotton-padded jackets. Half a month has passed, and she thinks of herself no matter what she does.
"It's okay, Xiaokai is a good child. Thinking of your Aunt Xifeng's kindness, mom made two dough skins. We will eat the white flour one, and leave a bowl for Daqing, Erqing and Gaogao. Let them bring the two-grain flour dumplings to their mothers in the bag prepared by mom. The rest will be sent back to Grandma Chang."
Mingyang frowned and said in confusion, "Mom, why did you make two dough skins? If you were giving them to others, you would definitely give them the best ones."
"Even if you give it to them, they have to be willing to accept it. Life in the countryside is hard these days. If you don't give white flour dumplings with meat filling to those shameless people, they will still come to you to take advantage of you. People like Daqing's mother, your Aunt Xifeng, and Grandma Chang have a hard life, but they still think about you. How can such good people want such good things from you? Don't worry, the fillings are the same. The two-grain flour dumplings have more white flour and less corn flour. They can eat it."
After hearing what Shen Meng said, Mingyang no longer had any objections. What the adults said must be reasonable. If it were her mother in the past, she would have dug sheep dung into her room. Now, not only does she cook for them in various ways, but she also repays those who were kind to them in the past. Such a mother is as good as it can be. He regretted what he had just said.
Shen Meng pretended not to notice the change in Lu Mingyang's expression. She worked non-stop and soon finished two batches of dumplings. Lu Mingyang, who had a lively look in his eyes, had already started to heat the pot when Shen Meng had wrapped most of the dumplings. Now was the time to put the dumplings in.
The plump white dumplings were put into the pot. Besides the crackling sound of firewood in the stove, there was the sound of several children swallowing their saliva.
The boiling water boiled three times. After the dumplings were cooked, Shen Meng took them out and gave each of them a big bowl. She simply prepared a dipping sauce and started to put another pot in. The space on the fire was also vacated. Several children took chopsticks and wanted to eat, but seeing that she was still busy, they did not pick up their chopsticks. They did not dare to do so before, but now they could not bear it.
Lu Mingkai poked a plump dumpling with a chopstick, put it to his mouth and blew hard, then walked to Shen Meng on his little feet.
"Mom, eat first." He was afraid that the dumpling would fall to the ground, so he carefully placed one hand under the dumpling, which was slightly red from the heat.
"Be good, thank you, Xiaokai." She blew twice and ate it in her mouth.
She was not the kind of person who would say "Mom doesn't want to eat it, you eat it first." "Mom doesn't like it, save it for the baby." The mother shows her maternal love and wants to save good things for the child. The child also wants to show his love to his parents and give the things he thinks are good to his parents. Love is mutual, and she is a parent who is willing to accept the love of her children.
After Shen Meng ate the dumpling that Mingkai gave her, she rubbed his hair.
"Good children, go back and eat quickly. Mingyang, you two should eat quickly too. When mother takes out this pot, the next pot will be the two-piece noodles. I will call Daqing and Erqing over in a while. Eat this pot while it's hot, and let them take the next pot away."
"Okay, mother." Lu Mingliang responded directly before his brother opened his mouth, and grabbed the chopsticks to eat the dumplings vigorously.
It was not uncommon for the old Lu family to not send meals to the Lujia Village. Shen Meng cooked with the four children and asked to return the private plot of the eldest house. The matter was still deadlocked with the village leaders. The reason why it was not handled was because the head of the eldest house was not there.
Fortunately, Shen Meng had Lu Zhenping's allowance, so there was no need to rush. In addition, Shen Meng did not make a scene or beat or scold the child during this period, so the poor child's families gradually felt relieved.
After receiving Lu Zhenping's letter, Lu Changhong hurried home. He was busy with medical treatment outside these days and didn't know what was going on in the village. Just as he was about to push the door, he was stopped by someone calling him.
"Uncle Changhong, you're back?"
"Mingyang? Why are you here?"
Lu Mingyang handed the things he had taken to Lu Changhong as if they were treasures,
"Uncle Changhong, my mother made some dumplings and asked me to bring them to Grandma Chang. Uncle, you should have some too!"
"Your mother made them and asked you to bring them over. Why didn't I believe her?"
Lu Mingyang pursed his lips. He felt more at ease in front of Lu Changhong, not as awkward as at home. His mother had become better, but he didn't know how to get close to her.
"It's true, Uncle Changhong. My mother has been very kind to us recently. She bought us clothes and shoes, and sent Mingyang and Mingfang to school. She also made cotton-padded clothes and lots of delicious food. She no longer beats or scolds us. She is really very kind, Uncle Changhong. Mother has really changed."
Lu Changhong recalled the time when he treated Shen Meng. Her firm eyes made him believe her for once. Later, she moved back to the brick and tile house with the children. At that time, he was still wondering if Shen Meng was pretending to move back. Unexpectedly, she was really good to the children.
"You can eat the dumplings made by your mother. Uncle and your grandmother Chang don't need them. There is food at home!"
Lu Mingyang stuffed the dumplings into his hand and ran away.
"Uncle, you eat. I'll get the bowl later."
"Hey, Mingyang, Mingyang, you little brat." Lu Changhong held the warm dumplings and Lu Zhenping's letter in his hand. He suddenly felt relieved. He had concealed a lot of things Shen Meng had done over the years. Now that she has reformed, he has lived up to Zhenping's instructions. He just hopes that she can continue to do so and not be mean to the children.
Daqing and Erqing were called to the Shen family, and were mysteriously led into the house by Lu Mingliang.
"Mingliang, what are you doing? Your brother went out in a panic holding something. Where did he go?"
"My brother has something to do. He will be back soon. Don't ask me. Look what this is. Hehe..."
Daqing and Erqing looked at him mysteriously opening the lid of the bowl and their eyes widened immediately.
"Dumplings, white flour dumplings!"
"Not only are they white flour dumplings, but they are also stuffed with meat. My mother specially left a bowl for you. Eat them quickly. There are two more bowls for your mother. Take them home secretly. Daqing and Erqing, your father is a fool, don't give them to him. Gaogao, you can give them to him. Your father loves your mother. Take them home and let your mother lock the door to eat them. Do you understand?"
Gaogao, who took after his father Lu Yongjun, nodded blankly. He could not eat dumplings during the New Year and other festivals, but he did not expect to eat them at Lu's house.
Erqing and Gaogao were about to grab them when they were grabbed by Daqing.
"Mingliang, why did your mother leave dumplings for us? She used to pick up cow shit at the door and bring it home. Why is she giving us such delicious food now?"
Lu Mingliang's face darkened and he sneered at him, "Your mother picks up cow shit. Your whole family picks up cow shit."
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