Yes, he can actually be really nice, so careful and gentle.

It's just that he now has no memory of that life, so it's normal for him to be cold towards her.

And she didn't want him to have the memory of that life. After all, she owed him and felt sorry for him, and she would feel heart-wrenching when she thought about it.

"Well, mother, I know he is very good."

Hearing what Jiang Zhiluo said, Mrs. Cui felt relieved.

Mrs. Cui said: "If you happen to have firewood, you can steam these."

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mom, it's getting late. Let's boil the brown sugar tomorrow afternoon. We won't be able to make it for a while."

She will go back to her parents' house tomorrow and should be back in the afternoon. Then she can continue her busy work in the afternoon.

And it takes a long time to boil brown sugar.

Mrs. Cui nodded and said, "That's fine, Zhiluo, whatever you want for dinner, I'll make it for you."

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mom, let me cook. I bought big bones this morning, so I used them to make some soup. I also bought a pound of meat, so I can use the clear soup to make meatball soup."

Jiang Zhiluo thought to herself that the meatball soup is lighter, and everyone should be full after drinking a bowl.

When making meatballs, you have to be busy.

Mrs. Cui helped Jiang Zhiluo wash and cut vegetables.

She thinks Zhiluo's cooking is delicious, much better than what she cooks.

Jiang Zhiluo used wild vegetables and cabbage to make wild vegetable meat and cabbage meatballs.

The chicken laid two eggs today. Jiang Zhiluo cracked an egg, got some corn flour, and started to work.

Jiang Zhiluo made the meatballs very quickly. After a while, each of the small meatballs was formed, and they all looked exactly the same.

Seeing Jiang Zhiluo's hand speed, Mrs. Cui was amazed again and again.

Jiang Zhiluo feels that there are still few seasonings in this era. At home, we only have salt and soy sauce, and there are no seasonings like peppercorns and bay leaves.

She also controls the taste, not too salty, because it is meant to be eaten both as a dish and as a staple food.

If possible, Jiang Zhiluo would actually like to mix the stuffing to make wontons.

It's just that when you mix the stuffing to make wontons, you also need to use some noodles. With their family's conditions, they can save whatever they can.

"These meatballs should be enough, right?"

Mrs. Cui saw that Jiang Zhiluo had made a lot of meatballs.

Jiang Zhiluo said: "Mom, it's easy to store it now that the weather is cold. Make more and you can cook and eat it tomorrow."

Mrs. Cui didn't even think that the meatballs could be stir-fried.

After making the meatballs one by one, Jiang Zhiluo began to cook the meatballs with the boiled bone soup.

When making bone soup, use well water added with Lingquan water to make it taste better.

After it was cooked, Jiang Zhiluo scooped out a large bowl alone.

"Mom, husband, we have dinner."

Mrs. Cui helped light the fire, but her hands were still stained with dust, so she hurriedly washed her hands.

Cui Hejin put down his pen when he heard the sound, got up and came to the kitchen room to help get the chopsticks.

Originally, Cui Hejin wanted to help light the fire, but neither Mrs. Cui nor Jiang Zhiluo let him do it, and only told him to rest.

The dining table is placed in the stove house, and after the meal is cooked, everyone eats in the stove house.

It's not dark yet, and the sky illuminated by the setting sun is filled with red-hot clouds, which is really beautiful to look at.

Jiang Zhiluo sat down and could see smoke rising from the eaves of the row of houses in front of her through the fenced courtyard.

You can still hear the sound of children running around the street.

There were also sounds of adults walking home from the fields and chatting.

Just listening to these sounds makes people feel a pastoral and leisurely feeling, which can make people relax physically and mentally.

Mrs. Cui ate a meatball and said in surprise: "Zhiluo, these meatballs are so delicious. I didn't expect wild vegetable meatballs to be so delicious."

Mrs. Cui couldn't wait to eat another meatball and praised in her heart that it tasted so good.

“It tastes delicious and not salty. It tastes just right.”

Jiang Zhiluo said softly: "Mom, if it were made with wontons, I might make the taste a little saltier than this, but this is just meatball soup, without noodles, the taste will be lighter. It can be eaten as a meal or a vegetable."

When Mrs. Cui heard this, she understood that Zhiluo was trying to save some pasta.

Mrs. Cui thought of the current situation at home and whispered: "Zhiluo, I'm going to let you suffer."

"No, mother, don't say that. Our life will get better. When we come back from my parents' house tomorrow, we will make brown sugar so that we can go to the town to set up a stall and do business the day after tomorrow."

"Even if the brown sugar is not easy to sell, we can still do some food business. I went to the pier to take a look. After the ice melted in the spring, the pier became lively. There were a lot of people running boats. It felt good to be in the food business.

"

"There will always be a way."

She has all kinds of food recipes in her mind, and she doesn't have anything to worry about if she starts a food business.

But she still wanted to do something easier than eating.

Upon hearing what Jiang Zhiluo said, Mrs. Cui felt relieved.

She felt that this daughter-in-law was very capable, and just eating the two meals she cooked felt particularly delicious.

Zhiluo said she could make brown sugar, but she didn't dare to think that she could actually make brown sugar.

But if she really started a food business, she believed that with Zhiluo's cooking skills, the business would be good.

That way, life at home should get better.

Mrs. Cui ate the meatballs in the bowl, her eyebrows relaxed.

"Zhiluo, you should still be able to cook. It was really not delicious to eat wild vegetables before. I want to stir-fry them or pickle them, but they are not delicious, but they are delicious when you make them into meatballs."

"I never thought I could eat it like this."

"If you need to buy anything, my mother will give you the money."

In the morning, she learned that Jiang Zhiluo was going to town. Mrs. Cui gave her some copper coins, but Jiang Zhiluo didn't take them, saying she had them in her hand.

Mrs. Cui guessed that it was given by her parents.

Mrs. Cui also felt a little guilty. Originally, Zhi Luo married He Jin, and they should have paid for whatever she needed.

Mrs. Cui couldn't help but look at her son's expression, and hesitated to speak.

Cui Hejin naturally sensed his mother's expression. He glanced at his mother, and with just one look, he probably understood what his mother was thinking.

His long eyelashes trembled, and he sighed in his heart, as if he was thinking, but his chopsticks did not move.

Although Jiang Zhiluo was talking to Mrs. Cui, her attention was also focused on Cui Hejin from time to time.

Seeing Cui Hejin silently not moving her chopsticks, she asked softly: "Isn't it delicious?"

Mrs. Cui was afraid that her son would be too cold to say nice things, so she quickly said: "Zhiluo worked hard to make this. Zhiluo bought the bone soup and the meat in the meatballs with her own money, and it tastes so good."

Okay, if you don't eat it quickly, don't waste Zhiluo's efforts."

Cui Hejin looked helpless as his mother protected his little wife, and said softly: "No."

Jiang Zhiluo always felt that Cui Hejin spoke very little, and only said these two words, so he couldn't say another word, even if it was just a comment.

Cui Hejin ate a meatball. Even when he was eating, his movements were slow and graceful, which was a pleasure to watch.

Jiang Zhiluo still couldn't help but ask: "How does it taste when you eat it?"
Chapter completed!