When Zhou Xiaoyun heard Yingbao recite the poem so standardly and fluently, without a single stumble, it was perfect. She couldn't help but show a look of "you're a promising student!"
Unfortunately, Yingbao was standing diagonally behind her and couldn't see the look in her eyes at all.
Fortunately, Zhou Xiaoyun realized that her niece Yingbao was behind her, so she turned around, nodded in satisfaction, and was about to say, "Yingbao~~"
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She had just finished saying "Yingbao" and was about to tell Yingbao to go out and play for a while, to balance work and rest—when Yingbao said with lingering fear, "Second Aunt, I've memorized everything. I just heard Grandma calling me, so I'll go ask her what's wrong first, and then come back to find you, okay?"
Hearing Yingbao's lame excuse, Zhou Xiaoyun didn't expose her. Instead, she chimed in, "Yes, Yingbao~~, it seems that your second aunt heard it too. Why don't you go to your grandma's room and see what she needs?"
“Okay.” Yingbao replied as she walked out of her second aunt Zhou Xiayun’s room.
Then, Yingbao went to her grandmother Wang Cuihua's room.
well……
Before long, Yingbao walked out of Wang Cuihua's room, looking completely lost.
The reason is simple: Wang Cuihua dotes on her granddaughter Yingbao. Although she knows the saying "spoiling a child is like killing a child," she still feels that Yingbao is too young to do these chores. When she gets a few years older, there will be plenty of time when she needs to do chores, so she won't complain then.
Besides, Yingbao had been selling skewers at a stall with her mother, Wang Yitong, for the past ten days or so. They were exposed to the wind and sun, which must have been hard work. She also helped with cooking...
That's good enough.
Although Yingbao wasn't very good at folding clothes and blankets, she felt pretty good about herself. Others who saw her folding clothes had mixed feelings.
She's not timid; her main selling point is her confidence.
Confidence shines.
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Since no one needed her help, Yingbao started finding things to do on her own.
She thought for a moment, then went straight to the kitchen to prepare several dishes for He Xinfang's use that evening. She took out a few pig trotters from her spatial storage. Actually, in this era, pig trotters and offal, including the heart, liver, and lungs, were not expensive and worth little money. This was because the pig smell was too strong, and people's knowledge of seasonings was limited, so they couldn't cook with them and they weren't very popular.
Yingbao then took out the prepared pig offal and trotters and put them together to wash, intending to use these two things that were not popular in this era to make two or three delicious dishes.
One dish is stir-fried dried pork intestines, another is stir-fried spicy heart, liver and lungs, and the third is stewed pig's trotters with soybeans.
oh.
I almost forgot to take the soybeans out.
After taking out the soybeans, Yingbao got busy. In the past, when they were poor, the Ye family and most families in the village couldn't afford meat. So when their children occasionally wanted to eat meat, they would grit their teeth and go to the market to buy some pig's trotters and offal to satisfy their cravings. Although they had a pigy smell when cooked, at least they were eating meat, and they were still very happy and content back then.
After all, the women in the Ye family are a little better cooks than the rest of the villagers.
What makes you better than others?
At the very least, the Ye family is very clean. They always wash the pig trotters and offal thoroughly after buying them, so after cooking, they never find any pig hair in their mouths.
The village chief's family has had it before...
Thinking about this, Yingbao couldn't help but laugh: a mouthful of hair, hahahahaha~~
Her mouth was covered in hair, it was so funny, she almost laughed herself sick.
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