newbobooks Chapter 264 Cabbage Stewed Vermicelli
Chapter 264 Cabbage Stewed Vermicelli
The village chief would spit in disapproval if others praised him.
"Wang Fuwen, what are you doing? Go home and find some wood. Don't think about that. Be a good person! Just let Dahai live a few more days in peace."
Wang Fugui kicked at Wang Fuwen, but he didn't expect that Wang Fuwen could dodge so quickly, so his kick missed and almost hurt his waist.
Looking at his brother's cowardly attitude, Wang Fugui shook his head.
He has been beaten and scolded. If he doesn't want to repair it, then how can his brother, the village chief, force him to do it?
Everyone has his own destiny, life and death are in the hands of God...
The Zhou family lives far away from the village, so they can’t hear anything even if the villagers shout that something is happening.
After dinner, they have been busy shoveling snow and tidying up the yard.
"Oh, this is such a good cabbage, but the outer layers are all frozen. I don't know what happened to the core inside."
When Old Mrs. Zhou lifted the straw mat, she saw that many leaves were wet, which made her very sad.
"Grandma, let's pick and choose and eat them. We have a lot of kudzu root vermicelli at home. Let's stew them together and each of us can drink a bowl."
"Okay, vermicelli is good. I've eaten it several times and still can't get enough of it. Let's add some mushrooms and stew them in a pot."
They did it right away. They put on gloves, carried a few cabbages and went into the kitchen to start cleaning.
After breaking off the old leaves on the outside, the core inside is as tender as a baby cabbage.
The fresh aroma of cabbage is very sweet, and it tastes even better with some vermicelli.
In addition to these, Liu also cut some pork belly slices, fried them in oil, put a circle of pancakes on the edge of the pot, and started stewing directly in the pot.
As the smoke from the cooking stove rose, the fragrance soon wafted out.
When it was time for dinner, everyone held a big bowl and ate vegetables and pancakes. The scene was very lively.
"Oh, how delicious! I ate so much greasy food last night, and now I'm eating this pot of vegetarian dishes. Everything tastes good."
"This isn't all vegetarian, there's a lot of meat in it."
"Well, if you want to eat it, just tell me directly. No need to remind me. This is such delicious vermicelli. I won't give it to you in exchange even if you give me three slices of meat."
Zhou Laosan put the meat in his bowl into Zhou Mingjie's bowl, and then took away all the vermicelli in his bowl.
"Uncle, you are bullying me. I just said something to you, but you took away all the food I like. Grandma, are you going to control your son?"
The wailing sounded through the sky, and Zhou Mingjie complained to Old Lady Zhou who was standing beside him.
"Hurry up and eat yours. There's a whole pot of it. When you're done, get your own."
Old Mrs. Zhou was eating the delicious food in her bowl and was too lazy to pay attention to her children and grandchildren. They were really ruining the mood and disturbing her from eating!
When Zhou Mingjie heard that there was still a lot of food in the pot, he stopped wailing.
Now that he has eaten the meat, he can just get the vermicelli later.
Zhou Laosan, who was standing next to him, smiled and said, "With your limited appetite, how can you learn how to do business from your third sister in the future? I am your uncle, can't I take turns eating with you?"
"Okay, of course, but you didn't tell me in advance. If you had, I would have agreed. Not to mention giving you some vermicelli, I would have given you my life..."
The two sides were at each other's throats again. Zhou Laosan didn't mean to cause trouble for Zhou Mingjie, it was just because the old man and the young were having a lively quarrel.
Children's ideas and perspectives are always hilarious.
After dinner, Zhou Mingshu stopped joining in the fun and went back to the house with a pot of hot water.
It was such a cold day and the work was almost done, so she was no longer needed.
The rest of the time is for rest and entertainment, and after playing enough, you can have a good sleep.
She lit the fire a little brighter, put down the paperweight, spread out the copybook, and began to practice calligraphy.
It is really difficult to practice calligraphy. The tip of the brush is so soft that a small amount of effort will cause a large area of the paper to become smudged.
She practiced for more than half a month, and her handwriting was barely legible, but it was still far from Uncle Chen's.
She should practice more since she has nothing to do.
Since the beginning of winter, the little squirrel's tail has grown a lot bigger. It is very comfortable to stroke, but this little guy is a bit naughty.
The quail kept digging at the cage with its claws, and the squirrel was jumping around holding an acorn shell, not being very obedient.
With these little guys around, Zhou Mingshu is really not bored.
After practicing with a few large pieces of paper, Zhou Mingshu put the paperweight aside and began to read a book to pass the time.
It turns out that reading is more enjoyable, while writing calligraphy is simply exhausting.
Thinking about the handwriting of the top scholar collected in the museum, Zhou Mingshu was filled with sincere admiration.
It was as neat as a machine-copied copy.
I don't aim to reach that level, but it has to be something that doesn't seem too strenuous for others to see.
After reading for an hour, she pinched the corners of her eyes, spread out a large piece of paper, pressed the corners with a paperweight, and practiced a few more sheets.
You really have to practice.
She hadn't finished practicing yet when she heard a noise outside. The noise didn't sound like it was coming from her home.
When I opened the door and listened, it turned out to be Huang Shuixian's house next door.
"Grandma, what's going on outside? Why is there a quarrel?"
Old Mrs. Zhou pursed her lips and said, "I just listened through the crack of the door. It was Wang Fuwen and his wife who wanted to come and live with their son and daughter-in-law. They said that the old house was collapsed by the snow. Wang Dahai and his wife in the yard ignored them. I scolded them for a while but didn't hear any movement in the yard. Tsk, they deserved this. When their son built the house, they didn't add a single brick or tile, and they didn't even help. No wonder Dahai is so cruel..."
Wang Dahai's family next door built a courtyard with three rooms in early winter. It is not far from Lao Zhou's house and you can hear their howls. If anything happens in his family, you can hear it clearly in his own yard.
After cursing for a long time, Wang Fuwen and his wife felt tired, so they left angrily holding the quilt.
It's already evening and they can't waste any more time like this.
We have to quickly find our eldest brother and ask people to prop up the roof beams, otherwise they will have no place to live at night and will freeze to death in the house.
They were all from the same village. Their roof beams were secured and all the holes had been plugged, except for Wang Fuwen's.
"Brother, can you call a few more people to help? Dahai and his wife won't pay any attention to us. We have no other options..."
"Go call someone yourself. My house is about to close for dinner."
The village chief held back the word "get out" as he almost cursed out loud.
Wang Fuwen and his wife were once again turned away and were so angry that they cursed.
"Old man, Dajiang is not at home, and there is no young man to help. We are going to freeze to death here tonight. I won't live anymore. This is going to kill us~~"
The lecherous mother just lay on the ground, crying and shouting that she would not live any longer.
This was her usual trick, but Wang Fugui didn't buy it and took his family to hide in the kitchen to eat. The hot meal smelled so good, he didn't want to go out and drink the cold wind. It was really something he couldn't bear.