My God, I have nothing to do just to lie down and rest, but I also made a piece of furniture specially for you. Is it necessary to spend so much money?
"You don't have a kang in your house?" Wouldn't you freeze to death in the winter? Is Zhao Laosan crazy?
"Well, look at this wall. It's different from ordinary walls. When it's cold, you burn firewood outside and it will get hot. In time, the whole room will be warm. It's just like a kang. A kang only heats a bed, but it can heat a whole room. So, there's no need to build a kang."
The women who heard this were shocked. "That means, even if you don't sleep on the kang, you won't feel cold when it's cold. You can sit in the room and work!"
Song nodded, Xiaoyu was right.
Wow, how can the third child enjoy himself so much? Isn’t their home a happy nest in winter? So envious! !
Old Mrs. Sun looked at the bright red furniture, her eyes turned red and she looked envious. The Yi family was not much different. At the moment, the two of them had no other thoughts but one idea: to move in. They must move in.
Why should the third brother, a family with no descendants, be able to live a good life while they have to suffer in the old house? No, absolutely not!
After visiting the house, everyone's hearts could not calm down for a long time. If he hadn't thought about it, Mr. Zhao would have been able to achieve such a success after being separated for a few months.
After entertaining the female relatives, Song hurried back to the kitchen. Today she was in the kitchen and she couldn't give up.
Hot dishes were served one after another and everyone sat down. The scene was extremely lively. Everyone was talking about the furniture and the house in Zhao Laosan's house, and everyone was guessing how much money the house cost. Some people even began to have ulterior motives and wanted to bring distant relatives over to be Zhao Dashu's mistress. After all, he had no son and was so rich, so which master would not marry a concubine?
In this way, maybe they can take the opportunity to get a small piece of the pie.
In addition to Song, Zhao Xiaoyu also cooked today's dishes. Mrs. Song was very surprised. What's going on? They are dividing the family and sharing the talents of the two girls? This is fucking ridiculous!
"Yu girl, look at how good you are at cooking. In a few years, you will surpass your mother."
When Song heard this, she thought to herself, yes, he has already surpassed her a long time ago, and all her skills were taught by her daughter.
Spicy stir-fried cabbage, smashed cucumber, stir-fried eggplant and beans, stewed tofu with scallions, stir-fried shredded radish, stewed meat, and the side dishes were coarse flour steamed bread and brown rice. They steamed several pots of it, and the portions were enough to keep you full.
"The big meat is coming, everyone make way, everyone make way!"
Zheng held a bowl in each hand. The meat in the bowl was the best pork belly with more fat and less lean meat. The pig skin was drizzled with oil and had an attractive caramel color. She ate it very carefully, afraid of spilling a drop of soup. The tip of her nose was filled with the aroma of meat.
Wow, a big bowl, with pieces neatly arranged, one piece per person according to the number of people that can sit at each table. But this one was obviously much bigger than the ones they usually had at banquets. Zhao Laosan’s family is so generous!
The Zhao family hadn't seen pork for a long time. When they saw pork, they all started drooling. Old man Zhao's calloused hands were shaking slightly. What a big piece of meat. It looked delicious. He has been so greedy lately that he even dreams about eating meat.
The other day I dreamt that I was gnawing on a chicken thigh. I enjoyed it, but the meat was a little tough and dry. When I woke up, I found it was the old woman's rough hands. It’s just that the quantity is a little smaller, only one dollar per person. Not to mention one piece, even if you give him a whole bowl, he can finish it all.
"Dad, eat meat." Zhao Dashu picked up a large piece of meat with chopsticks and gave it to him.
"Hey. Good, good!" With a smile, revealing his smoke-yellow teeth, Zhao Dashu, who was closest to him, twitched his mouth. He looked at the big piece of meat in the bowl and suddenly lost his appetite. After everyone took a piece, he said, "Dad, I'll give you this piece too!"
"You don't want to eat?" The corners of the old man's mouth were full of grease, and there was not much left of the big piece of meat.
"Eat, eat! I see you have a good appetite today, eat more."
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