He Ruixue squatted down, threw the small wooden ball away, and waited for them to bring it back.
"I've already raised them, it's too late to regret now. Besides, they have each other as companions, otherwise they would always be a nuisance to me."
Zhao Meiya always spoiled her, so she didn't continue to refute. Instead, she said, "Your third brother is here. Don't you have something to do with him?"
"Yeah, where are the others?"
"He's chopping firewood in the back. You're always buying firewood at home, which is a waste of money. I asked him to go to the woods and get you some more. It's so cold this autumn, and I'm afraid we'll have a snowstorm. It's a good idea to have more firewood and food on hand."
He Ruixue also felt the unusual temperature, but she didn't think she was so well prepared.
In the eyes of later generations, as long as you have money, a slightly colder winter is not difficult to survive.
But they forget that when the snow is three feet thick, there will be no one to clear the road, and no one will be selling firewood on the street.
She turned her head and glanced at the piled-up firewood room, then leaned on Zhao Meiya's arm and acted coquettishly, "No wonder they say that an old person in the family is like a treasure. Without my mother, I would never have thought of such thoughtful things, and I could only wait to suffer from the cold."
Zhao Meiya was very pleased with her intimacy. She touched her hair and her tone suddenly softened.
"You won't get cold even if you're not prepared. Let alone snow, even if it rains knives, your mom and dad will do everything they can to bring you firewood."
Of course, the more likely possibility is that she forced her eldest son and his family to take her over to take care of her. In any case, they would not let her stay alone in the house to starve and freeze.
He Ruixue blinked and once again sighed at the true love her mother had for her.
At all times, a solid harbor will be created for her.
At such a warm moment, there are always people who spoil the mood.
Wang Taozhi's hands were covered in something that looked like flour. She rolled her eyes at them and said, "Oh, you're sticking so close to me. Why don't you just hug me? I've been working here all afternoon and my hands are so sore. You two are so good at enjoying yourself that you don't even come to help."
"Your work is for me, right? You're so resentful when I ask you to do something. I've never seen anyone so delicate."
Wang Taozhi refused to give in and vented the anger that had been pent up for a long time, "If I do it for your daughter, isn't it the same as doing it for you? I am delicate, why don't you go and see your third daughter-in-law?
She's been lying at home for days, and you're just ordering me around. I think I'm capable, so I should be treated like a slave, right?"
"If I had known earlier, I should have been more lazy when I was a girl. If I can't do anything, then I don't have to work. I should have just stayed at home every day, relaxed and comfortable. Maybe I could have lived a few more days."
"You are so crazy! If I hadn't been here, would your parents have survived? You've been living away from home all these years, and apart from coming back during the Chinese New Year, how many times have you taken care of me?
I'm a very good mother-in-law. If I were in someone else's house, I would have moved in and enjoyed my life. Who cares if you live in a crowded place or if you're busy at work? "
The battle situation gradually escalated. Two dogs stood by and watched the fun. They barked at everyone who spoke, and it was unclear who they supported.
He Ruixue could only come out to mediate, "Sister-in-law, what were you doing just now?"
"What else could it be? The sweet potato vermicelli you wanted to eat is quite difficult to make. Your brother ground the sweet potato paste a few days ago and added water several times before it was ready.
I left work early today to come and make vermicelli noodles for you. Your mother only knows how to talk and hasn't done anything except moving the sweet potatoes over. She does know how to order people around, though."
Wang Taozhi faced Zhao Meiya, who was about to explode, and said quickly, "Maybe she'll try to take credit for it later, saying it was all her fault, making it seem like your brother and I don't care about you."
After all this fuss, you're just worried about this?
He Ruixue didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How could that be, sister-in-law, I remember all your hard work in my heart."
Sweet potato flour is not difficult to make, but the process is tedious and very demanding of one's patience.
Just the steps of grinding out the juice, filtering, and squeezing it out can give you backache.
After repeated clarification and filtering out the starch slurry, it is placed in a colander and beaten. Wait for the vermicelli to form in hot water, and then hung on bamboo poles to dry, so that it can be preserved for a long time.
It’s not that she hasn’t eaten good food before, but the sweet potatoes made purely by hand taste completely different from those in later generations.
The former is relatively turbid, uneven in thickness, and has many fine bubbles after cooking.
The texture is soft and elastic, will not break easily, and is particularly chewy.
After eating it once, she was amazed and felt that the machine-made vermicelli that was not sure whether it was added with mung bean starch or glue was not worthy of being called sweet potato vermicelli. It had no taste at all.
As long as she likes to eat it, Zhao Meiya is happy to make it.
The team harvested a lot of sweet potatoes this autumn. She brought two bags over and made a batch of vermicelli for her to try.
If she likes it, I'll go to the village next time and use a big millstone to make dozens of kilograms of vermicelli, so that she won't have to worry about it for the next year.
Sweet potatoes are worth very little, at best they are just a bit useless, does she look like someone who cares about her son and grandson?
He Ruixue prepared a simple sauce and took a few out of the pot to taste. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to have a light sweetness.
She sipped her food with a look of enjoyment and began to regret having eaten too much at the state-owned restaurant.
She poured out another bowl, sprinkled chopped green onions and coriander on it, and brought it to Wang Taozhi.
"Sister-in-law, come and have some too. It will be the same if you cook later. There is no need to rush. I think you don't need to cook when you go back. Just let them have a bowl of vermicelli noodles."
Wang Taozhi was really a little hungry, so she didn't refuse. She put the colander aside, picked up her chopsticks and started eating.
A blend of chili sauce and vinegar, with a little pork and mushroom foam, topped with minced garlic and chopped green onions. It is spicy, sour, smooth and chewy, and crunchy when bitten, and very delicious.
She took the boiled water from He Ruixue and took a sip, sighing, "You really know how to eat it. I used to add some salt and vinegar, but I still thought it wasn't as good as the noodles."
"That's because you're such a good cook, sister-in-law. Where else can you find such real ingredients outside? Let it cool down a few days later and use it to stew pork and cabbage. Who wouldn't feel nauseous after eating it?"
Wang Taozhi raised the corners of her lips, easily smoothed over by her. "I'm an expert at cooking. Even Du Chunhua can't compare to me. If I hadn't thought that childcare work was easy and convenient for taking care of children, I might have taken the exam to become a chef."
"That's right. In my opinion, sister-in-law, you are much better than the chef in your factory."
"With his two moves, I don't even want to compete with him. It's embarrassing."
After chopping the wood, He Qiu Sheng walked into the kitchen and took a ladle to drink water from the faucet.
He Ruixue quickly stopped him and brought the thermos over. "Drinking raw water can easily cause diarrhea. Brother, drink something warm."
"Why are you so particular? I drank a lot of water from the river back then."
"So you all had stomach worms, and medicine didn't work. Many of you died from the illness."
He Qiu Sheng looked at her speechlessly, and finally poured out the water in the ladle, replaced it with warm water, and gulped it into his mouth.
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