Su Jiaoniang's gaze fell on Futu, staring at her son.
That chubby little face is all thanks to the delicious food she cooks. Is this little rascal about to throw up his bowl and curse her? Heh!
As for the child's extremely gloomy gaze, so what? I've seen too many antisocial people in my past life, I'm used to it.
Staring at the pagoda, she smiled and asked lightly, "The Three Obediences and Four Virtues?"
Futu swallowed hard and nodded slowly.
"Stop eating and go stand outside!" Su Jiaoniang sneered.
Fu Tu encouraged himself, frowning as he said, "Mother, if you go out like this, people will talk behind your back. I am the man of our family, the head of the household!"
Su Jiaoniang laughed.
The child has already started to take advantage of people's kindness.
I want to be the head of the household.
Okay, let him be the one!
He handed the spatula to Futu, saying, "Nothing is more important than eating. As the head of the family, our meals depend on you!"
After saying that, Su Jiaoniang walked out. She looked at the persimmons piled up in the basket in the yard and started peeling them. The kitchen knife seemed to be playing with her in a fancy way.
Even though there was a tool for peeling persimmons right next to her, she still preferred to use a knife.
A kitchen knife can be considered a weapon that ordinary people can carry, throughout history and into the future.
The more you use it, the more proficient you'll become.
The persimmons were peeled off one by one, and the peeled persimmons were laid out to dry on bamboo strips.
When Xiao Ya woke up again, her eyes were red and swollen.
Seeing Su Jiaoniang peeling fruit, she dragged her shoes over to her side: "Mother, little girl, I had a nightmare just now, I dreamt that the master left!"
“Whether you’re silly or not, it’s true. Come with me to peel them. Once we’ve made the persimmon cakes, Mr. Gu will be back,” Su Jiaoniang said.
The little girl's eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Really!" Su Jiaoniang said the lie with a clear conscience.
Persimmon cakes are ready to eat in a month or two, but a regent's position is one of power struggles, conflicts of interest, and bloodshed. He might never return to Lucheng in his lifetime.
The small village can't accommodate people like that.
Unless, of course, world peace.
However, even in later generations, when the motherland was so powerful, there were still external and internal troubles, and the court always needed strong and capable people.
If Xiaoya still remembers Gu Xizhou after the persimmon cakes are made, then she will apologize to Xiaoya.
Children always love new things.
If the child did not accept her apology, she would take the little girl to the State of Qi to sell persimmon cakes.
There's always a way; it's good that the child's emotions have stabilized for now.
In the kitchen, Xiao Futu was cooking while tending the fire.
The green and red ingredients, along with meat and fish, were placed in the pot strictly according to the procedure.
However, the stir-fried dish turned out strange.
At that moment, Futu recalled the reaction of the pigs raised by the Jiang family after eating the food he had prepared.
I felt a little guilty, but Mr. Gu ate it without any problems.
It's probably because humans and animals have different stomachs.
The confident Buddha continued cooking.
As dawn broke, I carried the food out.
"Dinner's ready!" Futu called out.
The little girl immediately went to wash her hands.
Su Jiaoniang stood up and slowly walked to the table. Seeing the scrambled meat and vegetables, which were barely recognizable, her appetite diminished.
"Have you tasted the food yourself while cooking?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
Futu shook his head.
Under Su Jiaoniang's watchful gaze, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of the stir-fried meat.
It's spicy with a hint of bitterness, a slight sourness, and a slightly foul smell. It's very strange. What is this thing?
He swallowed the words, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm not going to be the head of the family anymore!"
His picky stomach has adapted to his current life. He used to have trouble eating three meals a day, but he could swallow anything that wouldn't kill him. Those days are gone forever!
He's still a child; let the adults take charge of things!
One must be able to bend and stretch.
Futu quickly backed down.
Su Jiaoniang stared at the food on the table, feeling a little heartbroken. It was all top-quality ingredients, and it was such a waste to throw them away. But feeding them to someone else's pets was absolutely out of the question.
His gaze fell on the Buddha statue: "What should we do with these?"
"Composting!" Futu turned his head away, realizing that it was utterly useless except for turning into excrement.
Su Jiaoniang went to the kitchen and prepared some simple dishes. The three members of the family ate slowly.
After Xiaoya finished eating, she continued peeling the persimmons, and Futu walked towards the next village.
Two people in my life have left, but I still need to continue with my life as usual.
Su Jiaoniang gazed at the mountains, thinking of the delicious persimmon cakes, and walked towards the village chief's house. Everyone was relatively idle between autumn and winter, so it was good to have a job that could earn money.
Most people would be happy to do so.
Su Jiaoniang told the village chief about her purchase of the large, red persimmons.
The village chief looked at Su Jiaoniang, a conflicted look in his eyes: "Su girl, can't you just live a normal life? Your uncle knows you've been making money lately, and you've gotten too ambitious, wanting to try everything. But persimmons are only good to eat now; they'll get moldy in a few days. We have them all over the mountains here. Why are you buying them?"
"Make them into dried persimmons and sell them. When people are poor, they have to do whatever they want. Who knows, maybe they'll make money!"
"Nonsense! You'd better not run your business properly, and instead you like to do this kind of thing!" The village chief said, seeing that Su Jiaoniang's attitude remained unchanged.
He didn't try to persuade him further; having lived half his life, he knew how to advise people.
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