When the original owner's mother was young, her favorite thing was to make clothes for her daughter. She used all the cloth coupons she scratched and all kinds of defective cloth she bought to make clothes for her daughter. In the eyes of Feng's mother, her daughter deserved the best.
In addition, Feng's father had some power in the textile factory and could always get a lot of benefits. Anyway, their family was not short of cloth.
Not only that, they would also buy all kinds of clothes for the original owner. It would not be difficult for two high-paid people to raise a daughter, not to mention that the original owner's mother had some family background.
However, this kind of treatment came to an abrupt end after the original owner's mother passed away.
Feng Jiaojiao even wore a pair of sleeves to look very professional.
Mother An looked at Feng Jiaojiao's clothes and felt a little distressed. Such good material was just for cooking. In her opinion, it could be worn as clothes for going out.
But when I think about the several large boxes of clothes my daughter-in-law has, she really doesn't lack clothes, so these are probably the worst ones.
"Mom, what are we having for lunch?" Feng Jiaojiao looked around the kitchen and roughly figured out the location of some things.
"Take care of the vegetables in the yard. I'll light the fire for you."
"Mom, is there any meat at home?" Feng Jiaojiao looked at An's mother expectantly.
Facing the wet and expectant eyes, An's mother thought about the scene of breakfast and reluctantly took out a small piece of bacon that she treasured, "Here, that's all, there's not much left!"
It’s bacon, what a pleasant surprise!
Finally she can eat meat. She is so pitiful. Since she traveled through time and space, except for eating a little meat on her wedding day, she has never eaten any meat.
Before she traveled through the book, she was tired of eating meat, but now she is craving for meat so much that she is about to cry.
Feng Jiaojiao set another goal for herself. In addition to living to a ripe old age and dying of old age, she also wanted to eat meat every meal.
Before transmigrating into the book, these two goals weren't even considered goals; they were easily achievable. But now... neither of these goals is easy to achieve.
Feng Jiaojiao thought, since An's mother let her do it, she would not be polite and make her favorite dishes.
Since there are many people in the family, the quantity must be larger. One dish of three fresh vegetables, one dish of scrambled eggs with leeks, one dish of stir-fried bacon with green peppers, and a pot of shredded potato soup.
I originally wanted to make egg soup, but I thought my mother wouldn't let her eat so many eggs, so I decided to make potatoes instead.
Thinking of this, Feng Jiaojiao began to mix the ingredients, and everything went on in an orderly manner.
Mother An nodded and said it was much better than she had imagined, so she started to light the fire with peace of mind.
After a while, there was a fragrant sound of boiling water coming from the kitchen. When An's mother heard it, she knew something was wrong.
"Stop it!"
This sight almost scared her to death. Feng Jiaojiao used up half a month's worth of meat oil just to cook one dish.
There was a big hole in the small jar containing the meat oil. Looking at the oil in the pot, An's mother felt her blood pressure soar.
If she uses this jar of oil sparingly, she can use it for half a year. If the third daughter-in-law is asked to cook, it probably won't be used up in a month.
"You are not cooking at all, you are trying to kill me!" An's mother slapped her thigh anxiously.
"Stop, you need some oil. You don't need so much oil to cook. Hurry up and pour some out."
"Sizzle!"
Mother An turned around and prepared to take a small bowl to scoop out the oil. Feng Jiaojiao took the opportunity to quickly pour the vegetables into the pot.
Looking at An's mother innocently, "Mom, my hand slipped, how about... just eat it like this."
Patting his chest, he assured An's mother, "Don't worry, Mom, it will definitely taste good!"
How could this dish of three fresh vegetables taste good without more oil? The eggplant, potato and pepper would taste better if they were fried in oil, but that was impossible, so Feng Jiaojiao could only add more oil.
“You…you!”
Mother An's hands were shaking as she pointed at Feng Jiaojiao. This spendthrift girl would never be allowed to enter the kitchen again.
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