Then she poured an appropriate amount of water into the two bowls of noodles she had just scooped out, stirred them with chopsticks, and kneaded them together for about 100 to 300 times until the surface was smooth, neither too soft nor too hard, just right.
After rolling out the dough with a rolling pin, cut it into thin strips with a knife.
The soup in the pot had just boiled, so I added the noodles and cooked them for a while until they were done. Then I took them out.
Ye Tianyong took the noodles his mother had cooked and said with a grin, "It smells so good! Mom's cooking is really good, it's really great!"
Wang Cuihua laughed and scolded, "You sycophant, you haven't even started eating yet, and you're already bragging to me."
"No way..." Ye Tianyong gave his mother a cutesy, manly pleading.
Wang Cuihua patted the hairs that stood on end. Was this still her naughty, silly son who never cried?
Why did Mao Yingbao say she didn't think there was anything wrong with it?
What's wrong? After hearing what Ye Tianyong, the third son, said, she, as his mother, not only broke out in a cold sweat, but also felt that he was a pervert.
He let out a heavy sigh and silently repeated three times in his mind, "My own flesh and blood, my own flesh and blood..." He couldn't hit her, or Yingbao would be without a father.
"Mom, it's too late. You should go back and rest. I'll clean up the kitchen in a bit." Ye Tianyong felt a chill down his back, glanced at his mother Wang Cuihua, and spoke first.
Wang Cuihua secretly lowered her clenched fists and said with a forced smile, "Okay... if it's not enough, there's more in the pot."
Ye Tianyong really wanted to say, "Mom, please stop laughing. It's too scary. It looks like a female ghost at night."
But when he thought of his mother Wang Cuihua's fiery temper, he didn't dare to speak up, afraid of getting beaten up.
After all, thinking back to his childhood... he's finally gained some experience and become more perceptive.
After Wang Cuihua went back to rest, Ye Tianyong completely let loose and finished his meal in no time. He scooped up a large bowl of noodles in front of him and then ate it again in no time... After several times, he ate every last drop. Ye Tianyong rubbed his round belly and started cleaning up.
After tidying up and washing myself, I gently pushed open the door and quietly got onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
Again, a dreamless night.
The next morning, Yingbao got up early because she had to teach her mother how to make shrimp balls.
Yesterday, because there was no help from her eldest brother Ye Yuanhang and second brother Ye Haoyu, the mother and daughter, although they got up early, still had to make new products and didn't make many. Including fish ball skewers, they only made 3,000 skewers in total, including 1,000 fish ball skewers, 500 meat skewers, and 1,500 vegetable skewers.
Yesterday, they earned a total of 1,400 yuan. Although it wasn't as much as the day before, Yingbao and her mother, Wang Yitong, were still very satisfied. They remembered that in the past, they couldn't even afford meat and could only drink thin, runny porridge made from mixed grains and wild vegetable buns.
Compared to now, it couldn't be better.
well!
Originally, he was just four hundred yuan away from becoming a ten-thousand-yuan household, but unexpectedly, his father, Ye Tianyong, woke up to find that he had five thousand yuan to go.
I heard it's to settle the remaining balance with the boss who sold the bricks and tiles, and to pay the workers who built the house some wages.
A worker is paid five yuan a day. In addition to his own family members, the Ye family hired twenty workers, which means they have to pay one hundred yuan a day. The workers worked for three days, so they had to pay three hundred yuan a day.
The workers who received their money were all smiles and worked even harder.
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