Chapter 11 Another Lottery
It is a bit unreasonable to just sit at home and wait for food.
Seeing that several people at home had not yet gone to bed, Liu Qingqing cooked a pot of sweet potato and millet porridge without adding any vegetable leaves.
She really doesn't like the salty soup with sweet potatoes and vegetable leaves.
I picked eggplants and loofahs from the yard, and took out two eggs laid today from under the chicken's butt, and stewed loofah, eggs, potatoes and eggplants.
I usually save eggs, but my mother has locked them up long ago.
She took advantage of the little girl's inattention and smuggled another egg in.
There are so many people, there won’t be enough food if there is less.
I'm afraid it will be seen if I put too much.
Eggplant is a dish that requires a lot of oil. If you want to make it delicious, add more oil, stir-fry it until fragrant, and then stew it.
Liu Lili squatted under the big pot and lit the fire, her saliva watering at the aroma coming from the pot.
"Auntie, your cooking smells so good."
Liu Qingqing didn't say anything. She guessed that during the time she was back at her parents' home, she could only cook this one meal.
The oil and water in this meal is enough for a normal month's consumption. How can it not be delicious?
As soon as Liu's mother stepped through the door, she realized something was wrong.
He threw his arms wide and ran as fast as he could, then headed for the kitchen.
When he saw the food on the table, he wanted to pinch Liu Qingqing.
"You prodigal son, how much animal oil does it take to fry eggs? How many things in the house can withstand your spending?"
Liu Qingqing calmly served a bowl of food: "Didn't you tell my mother-in-law that I've suffered a lot and need to make up for it? Besides, you've already charged me three yuan and eighty cents, and you promised me the meat, but you still haven't cut it. What's wrong with me eating two of your eggs? That money is enough to stew a chicken."
Mother Liu curled her lips and said, "If you want to recuperate, go back to your husband's house and don't come back to bother me."
"That's not right. I have to get my three dollars and eighty cents back at least."
Liu Qingqing felt that she was addicted to arguing with the old lady and was very happy every time.
Liu's mother didn't say another word. The mention of money was like strangling her lifeline.
Liu's mother and Liu Qingqing's actions did not affect the actions of others. They stuffed eggs into Liu's mouth while Liu's mother was still not reacting.
When Liu's mother was already furious, she looked at the dining table and became even angrier.
He grabbed the plate and put the remaining eggs into his own bowl.
As for Liu Qingqing, a bowl of rice was served at the beginning. She couldn't treat herself badly.
Maybe because she was angry, she didn't even mention Liu Lili to grandma.
The little girl blinked her eyes and said nothing.
This little guy is also a little smart. He knows when to act cute and when to shut up and hold back.
Liu Qingqing picked up a piece of food from her own bowl and gave it to her with chopsticks, receiving an adoring look from the little girl.
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With a little money in her pocket, she couldn't help but go to the lottery again.
I bought this new item for seven dollars and before I even felt comfortable with it, I had already bid on it three times.
Without bothering to watch the rotation trajectory, she took three consecutive shots and waited for the result.
"Stone mill made by stonemason Wang from Hexi Brigade"
"One ticket for your own train"
"Wuning Town Supply and Marketing Co., Ltd. White Rabbit Milk Candy 1 kg * 5"
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Well, it’s quite practical.
There's nothing wrong with it, and it's even what she needs.
The corn in the space was ripe, and she broke off a lot of fresh cobs while they were still fresh and tender.
As soon as the family members left, they cooked everything in a big pot and stored it back in the space.
This boiled corn was not as soft, sweet and tasty as the sticky corn she bought in her later life. The taste was very average. She could only give up the idea of boiling fresh corn with some regret.
After the remaining rice grains were ripe and peeled, I was a little worried about how to take them out for grinding.
The stone mills in the village were all in the production team's yard, and it would attract too much attention if she took something to grind it.
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