Unknowingly, it was noon and everyone was hungry. They lowered their heads and ate without saying anything.
Aunt Wang ate a few mouthfuls and felt unhappy when no one praised her tofu. "Hey, the tofu made today is particularly good. It is white in color, soft and tender, and fragrant and delicious. You can smell the aroma even before you eat it."
Isn’t it just boiled cabbage and tofu?
Is this a way to boast?
"Of course the tofu made by eldest sister is delicious. How else could the business be so good?"
The eldest daughter, Ms. Feng, has always wanted to get some benefits from her eldest aunt, so she naturally promoted her in everything.
Oh, my uncle’s family turns out to be a tofu maker!
He Xiner, who lowers her head to eat, is a bit funny. No wonder she wants to praise her. This is Mrs. Wang's self-praising!
The second wife, Mrs. Jiang, was very disdainful. Although her eldest sister's family was rich, she was stingy. Back to her parents' house, they only had thirty eggs and two pieces of tofu. With this little thing, the family was still very picky.
The sister-in-law only wanted to take advantage of her, and she had been licking her face and fawning over her for so many years, but she hadn't even seen a hair on her face.
In fact, Ms. Jiang is a fool who laughs at 50 steps. She is no less fawning than Ms. Feng. It’s just that she has not benefited at all these years and she feels a little bored. If Aunt Wang had changed her tone a little bit, she would be even better than Ms. Feng.
urgent.
Aunt Wang was very satisfied when she saw the support from the elders as always. But after waiting, she didn't hear the second elder's voice, and she felt a little dissatisfied. Huh, you can't even say a nice word after eating my tofu.
He said, he really doesn’t know how to behave!
"Tell me, from my second brother's house, does the tofu today taste better than the tofu we brought during the Chinese New Year?"
He Xiner, who had just taken a bite of the pancake, almost burst out laughing: It's been more than half a year, what kind of brain does she have to remember what tofu tastes like during the Chinese New Year?
Jiang's face also froze. Didn't he just not answer her question? And he named her?
"The tofu at my eldest sister's house is getting more and more delicious. I can't even talk anymore after eating it!"
She was used to flattering others, but Jiang said it smoothly and smoothly. Aunt Wang finally felt at ease.
The old man was so excited that he took a bite of tofu and said, "Second sister, can I have a good bite of tofu at home?"
Wouldn't it be nice to have a meal in peace?
He Xin'er rolled her eyes silently as she kept eating.
Just when I was about to change my conversation, I heard Wang Jinling beside me say crisply: "Mom, this pancake is so delicious, it's a little sweet and has a burnt smell."
As soon as the pancakes were mentioned, the five brothers of the Wang family, who were engrossed in eating, also raised their heads, "Yes, the pancakes made by the third aunt today are delicious. After eating two, I still want to eat them."
"Yeah, me too, this pancake gets better and better the more you eat it."
“Well, it tastes better than wowotou and it’s easier to bite.”
Several people were discussing pancakes with great interest, and the conversation was extremely lively.
Mrs. Lu on the table chuckled and said: "This is what your second aunt taught me. This pancake is not only delicious, but also quick to make. If I steamed the steamed buns, I might not be able to eat."
Hearing what her mother said, Wang Jinling was the first to join her: "Second aunt is so amazing. She can make corn noodles so delicious. I will never eat cornstarch noodles again in the future."
"Haha, this is not difficult to make. If you like eating, my mother will do it for you."
Seeing that her daughter loved to eat, Mrs. Lu was naturally happy and coaxed her with a smile.
"Well, mother is the best."
Auntie Wang, who was at the head, barely managed to get her nose twisted in anger, but one by one she actually lifted up the fox scorpion!
He sneered coldly and glanced sideways at Mr. Wang, "Children are children, and the food made from corn flour can be praised to the heavens. For those who don't know, you thought it was made with the flavor of white flour steamed buns?"
The Wang family has a lot of land but little land, and the young and old can eat.
In years of famine, we don’t even have enough to eat. This year, the weather is good and the grain harvest is bumper. It’s good to have corn to fill our stomachs, but how can we eat white-flour steamed buns? This chapter has been completed!