Chapter 225: Insolent
Venison is delicate, and stewing is the mainstream method, but stir-frying is also very good. In order to go with wine, my mother-in-law directly stir-fried a plate of it with some spices.
Wang Yuanchao is now more confident about his mother-in-law's cooking. After all, in terms of cooking, Wang Yuanchao has taught his mother-in-law step by step in the past two years how to remove fishy smells, how to stir-fry, how to prepare ingredients, and how to season . These are all methods that were honed and debugged by the chefs in his previous life.
Wang Yuanchao likes snow, especially gazing through the window at the cold wind and the floating heavy snow outside the house . This kind of heavy snow only needs to fall overnight, and it seems as if there is only one color left between the sky and the earth, and the thick snow is even above people's knees.
Wang Yuanchao's family wore sheepskin coats and sat in front of the stove on the fire wall, roasting fire, boiling tea and eating hot pot around the stove.
"Mm, Mom, the mutton is really well prepared today. It doesn't have any fishy smell. The rich mutton taste is really delicious."
"If you like it, eat more. I really like the atmosphere of eating together as a family. It makes me feel warm from the bottom of my heart.
Come, Yuan Chao, try this fried venison with chili peppers. "
"Mm, it's delicious. Come on, wife, mother, the wine is ready, let's have a toast."
"Well, come on, I wish our family will always be so happy in the future, cheers!"
"cheers!"
Wang Yuanchao drank a glass of fine grape wine, his cheeks flushed with the firewood, and suddenly he was inspired to write a poem:
"Tea is brewed under the eaves with the snow, and the cup is held in front of the flowers in the wind.
Drinking tea, enjoying the scenery, chatting over tea, and chatting with guests, isn’t it a leisurely experience?
Widow Du couldn't grasp the itch in Wang Yuanchao's heart, and had no idea where Wang Yuanchao's unrestrained and carefree attitude after drinking a sip of wine came from.
He said rather disappointedly: "Come, Yuan Chao, this venison is not only delicious, but also can strengthen the bones and replenish qi and blood, which is very good for your body."
Wang Yuanchao naturally knew that venison was a great tonic. Although his body was frighteningly strong due to the adequate nutrition and the restorative effect of the spiritual spring water,
But his mother-in-law didn't know about it, and she was concerned about him and wanted him to be healthy, so Wang Yuanchao didn't refute her words, but went with the flow and picked up a few slices of venison and put them into his mouth, eating with relish.
Although the temperature outside is very cold, it is estimated to be minus 10 to 20 degrees Celsius,
But the temperature in Wang Yuanchao's room was very high, about 20 degrees.
During the meal, the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law were still wearing the same skirt, but it was made of cloth they bought themselves. Wang Yuanchao made some slight suggestions to change the style. The long floral skirt they wore was a bit like the dresses from the 1980s in their previous life, and it was white in color. At Wang Yuanchao's suggestion, the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law usually only wore this skirt at home at night, because compared with the very rustic clothes nowadays, this dress is very trendy at first glance.
Even if the wine doesn't make you drunk, you will get drunk by yourself. Listening to the sound of wind and snow outside, eating hot pot, drinking wine, with beautiful women by your side, this day is so beautiful.
After Wang Yuanchao, his wife, and his mother-in-law had three cups together, his artistic instincts started to work again. He looked at the heavy snow outside the window and sang:
"It must be that the celestial being was drunk and smashed the white clouds into pieces.
Snow is flying outside the curtain, and spring is fading.
The silk quilt cannot withstand the cold at five o'clock in the morning. I don't realize that I am a guest in the dream and I enjoy myself for a while.
Don't lean on the railing alone, the mountains and rivers are endless.
It is easy to say goodbye, but hard to meet again. The flowing water, the falling flowers, the passing of spring, the heaven and the earth."
Wang Yuanchao held his mother-in-law in one hand and his young wife in the other. They were both a little tipsy. After reciting a piece of doggerel that was pieced together, he sang softly:
"Last night the rain was light and the wind was strong, and I could not sleep off the hangover. I asked the person rolling up the curtains, but he said the crabapple tree was still the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green and lush, red and thin."
After the song was finished, Wang Yuanchao motioned to his young wife to bring the wine to her lips and drink it in one gulp. After the young wife put down the wine bowl, she asked in a delicate voice:
"My dear, what song were you singing just now? It's so nice. I like it very much."
Wang Yuanchao smiled and kissed his young wife's lips. After the kiss, he said drunkenly: "It was just a poem your husband hummed casually.
It's not a song at all. I just sang it as I pleased. I forgot about it just after I finished singing it. How can I know if it sounds good or not?"
"It sounds good, Aid to Korea, it's really good, I was completely mesmerized by it just now."
Wang Yuanchao laughed, grabbed his mother-in-law's white breasts from under her armpits, leaned forward and kissed her gently, then said, "Mom, if it sounds good, give me some wine. Who knows, I might get in the mood and sing to you about life, right?"
"Well, okay, Yuan Chao, mom will drink with you."
"Well, okay, I want mom to feed me with her mouth."
"Ah, is that so?"
"Well, that's it, Mom. You should put a little more wine in your mouth each time, so that you can drink it smoothly."
"Yeah, okay."
"Master, master, I want to feed you wine, too, come, come, come."
"Haha, okay, my little wife, you have to feed me too. I drink, I must drink, and I must satisfy my wife."
Tea is the matchmaker for romance, and wine is the matchmaker for sex.
Young people are full of energy. As the family of three drank, their bodies gradually began to heat up. A spring breeze is better than countless other things, and the peach, plum and apricot trees are still there.
It is easy to fall asleep in winter, all night long.
A hoarse "hmm" broke the silence in the room. After waking up, Widow Du felt sore all over, and her private parts were burning with pain.
Widow Du reached into the quilt, grabbed Wang Yuanchao and rubbed him, then said angrily, "Wang Yuanchao, you are a big bastard, you are so arrogant. You don't know how to be gentle with women. Ouch, it hurts me to death."
Thinking about what Wang Yuanchao did to her and Yuanyuan last night, he was simply treating them like dolls.
Sometimes he stood up, sometimes he sat down, sometimes he lay down, sometimes he squatted, and then after a while he knelt down again.
But it was really fun at the time. The feeling of flying into the blue sky and then falling into the abyss made her feel addicted and she wanted to experience it again.
Wang Yuanchao was immediately awakened from his sleep after being attacked. As soon as he opened his eyes, he found his mother-in-law sulking alone.
So Wang Yuanchao reached out and hugged his mother-in-law, murmuring softly: "Mom, what are you doing so early in the morning? Come on, be good, let's go back to sleep first."
Widow Du lay in her son-in-law's arms, burrowed shyly under the quilt, and said:
"Yuan Chao, it's getting late. We have to kill the New Year pig later.
Otherwise, I should get up and make breakfast first, because I have to go out and invite relatives to come over for the pig-killing dinner later."
"Oh, mother, everyone is hibernating now. There is nothing to do. There is no rush to kill the New Year pig. Let's sleep for a while first. Come on, be good, stop talking and go to sleep."
"Well, all right then."
(End of this chapter)
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