"Oh, why are you crying? You should be happy." Auntie quickly answered, could it really be sent by Su Tao, otherwise why would Su's father be so excited? Forget it, don't think about it, it's none of her family's business. That bastard in her family never sent anything back from the countryside.
"Yes, I am happy. I'll take it in first." Dad Su walked past Auntie's house and carried the things into the house.
Traditional tube-shaped buildings generally have single rooms with no kitchen, toilet, or shared laundry area. However, Su Tao's tube-shaped building is a special kind of building, with a kitchen, living room, and bedroom per household, and the toilet is shared at the end of the corridor.
Su's father is a leader, so the house he was allocated is a bit similar to our current one-living room, two-bedroom house, except there is no toilet. The house is not big, only about 30 square meters in total, which is considered a small mansion in this era.
When Dad Su came home, he put his things on the ground, sat down on the wooden sofa and didn't want to move.
"What's going on? What is this?" When Su's mother came out of the kitchen, she saw Su's father lying on a chair like a dead pig, with a large sack of something on the ground.
"This is sent by your daughter. Come on, cook it quickly and eat it at noon tomorrow. I want to eat the food grown by my daughter. Taotao said that this is not ordinary food. It is good for the body. Let us eat more and send it back to us after finishing it." When Su's father thought that this was sent by his beloved daughter, he jumped up from the chair as if he had been resurrected with chicken blood and directed Su's mother to cook quickly.
Su Ma looked at the man in front of her with amusement and scolded him with a smile, "Daughter slave, yes, yes, Tao Tao even sent me a piece of junk and you said it smelled good."
As Su Ma spoke, she opened the sack and sorted the crops inside. It was really rich, with rice, flour, radish, potatoes and other crops. Could these really be all grown by her daughter? Su Ma herself found it a little unbelievable.
Su Ma scooped a few grams of rice into the pot, washed it, and put it on the stove. Then she washed a head of spinach, cut a potato, and stir-fried it with some meat that her family had brought in.
The rich aroma of food spread, "Mom Su, what delicious dish are you cooking? It smells so good." The neighbors nearby were attracted by the aroma of Su's food.
It was just ordinary stir-fried vegetables and potatoes with pork slices. Su Ma also felt strange that the food was so fragrant. And it was not the kind of fragrance from the seasoning, but the fragrance that came from the food itself.
Just then, Su's father entered the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and poured out the rice. The rice was truly delicious; each grain was plump and translucent, like tiny, emerald jade stones. The pure aroma of rice permeated the air, and everyone standing in the corridor, gathered around Su Tao's window, swallowed involuntarily.
"I must be too hungry, why does it smell so good? I'll go home and eat first." A figure muttered to herself, and quickly turned around and went back to her home, otherwise she was afraid that she would pounce on the Su family and snatch the food.
Soon the crowd dispersed, and Su's mother and father looked at each other, "It seems that the things sent by our daughter are really good. Hurry up and eat." Su's father said happily, his daughter really made him proud.
After Su's parents set the table, they took a bite of the rice. The rich aroma of rice permeated their mouths, and the rice tasted soft and sticky. After it went down their throats, a warm current flowed through their intestines and into their bodies. They felt an indescribable sense of comfort, and the fatigue from carrying the rice seemed to have been swept away.
It was so delicious that the couple gobbled up all the food in no time.
Su Ziqiang burped and patted his bloated belly, "It was such a good meal."
"Are you comfortable? I don't know who was saying outside just now that your daughter is a spendthrift and the things she sent are not even worth the postage." Su Ma glanced at the man and said slowly.
Father Su scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "I am not just belittling her first and then praising her, praising our daughter in a different way."
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