The whole mountain is my hunting ground.

Chapter 267: Building a House
When Li Baoyu and Ji Lin came in with the dog in their arms, Wang Meilan didn't see Hua Xiaoer, so she wanted to ask.

But at that time, when Li Baoyu introduced Ji Lin to her, Wang Meilan was busy greeting the guests, and forgot about it when she interrupted.

At this time, she remembered again, and she only asked, but seeing Zhao Jun's face was not right, Wang Meilan couldn't help but thumped in her heart.

Zhao Jun was silent for two seconds, then met Wang Meilan's gaze, and said bitterly, "Mom...Hua Xiaoer, stay on the mountain."

Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Wang Meilan stared, then lowered her head the next second, clenched her left hand and pushed her nose and mouth, only to hear a twitch, even if she lowered her head, she could still see her tears falling to the ground.

"Oh my god!" Terrified, Zhao Jun hurried forward, wrapped Wang Meilan's shoulder with one hand, and wiped Wang Meilan's tears with the other hand.

Wang Meilan pushed Zhao Jun's hand away and asked him, "Why didn't you?"

"Mom, you go to this room, I'll tell you." Zhao Jun took Wang Meilan to his own room, helped the old lady sit down on the kang, and then briefly told Wang Meilan the process of going to the Yongxing Brigade.

After Zhao Jun finished speaking, Wang Meilan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said to Zhao Jun: "After dinner tonight, you should go to the second brother's house, and you have to tell him."

"Well, Mom, I know." Zhao Jun understood what Wang Meilan meant, and also knew that Hua Xiaoer had been fed by Wang Meilan during the three years at home. Dogs understand human nature, and people are not hard-hearted.

"Okay, son, take a rest for a while, and mom will cook for you." Wang Meilan went to the outhouse as she spoke. The meat was pulled out in cold water for a long time, and it was almost melted. Into the cold water, soak the bleeding water.

As long as it is red meat, no matter if it is making dumplings or whatever, the blood inside must be soaked out, otherwise it will become fishy when eaten.

After soaking for a while, the blood was cleared out, and then soaked in clear water again. After repeated several times, the water turned red again, so Wang Meilan used a strainer to fish out the diced meat. water.

Put the four diced meat balls aside, Wang Meilan heats up the oil in a pan, heats the oil and sautes the scallions until fragrant, then puts all the diced meat balls in, beats them with a shovel, and stirs them continuously until the diced meat turns white, then adds cold water .

Wait for the water to boil, add two spoonfuls of farmhouse miso, add less firewood and slurp slowly.

While the meat sauce was not ready, Wang Meilan started to roll out the noodles. The rested dough was rolled into a large dough, and then she picked up the dough with a rolling pin with her right hand.

You must know that when the dough touches the dough, it will stick together, so Wang Meilan sprinkled corn flour between the two doughs.

There are corn noodles separated, and the skins are not sticky.

Soon, a piece of dough the size of a tabletop became a thick stack of long strips that were only as wide as a palm.

At this time, the meat sauce in the pot was ready, Wang Meilan opened the lid of the pot, filled out the meat sauce and put it on a plate.Then clean the cauldron, add water and more firewood, and prepare to boil the noodles.

While the water was boiling, Wang Meilan began to cut the noodles. She cut a knife from one end and cut a long noodle.

Hearing the sound of the knife falling on the panel, there was a clang, and when Wang Meilan finished the last cut, she picked up all the noodles and shook them to shake off the corn flour in the noodles, and then put the noodles on the drawer curtain.And the corn noodles were all put away by Wang Meilan, and she kept them for cooking porridge tomorrow morning.

At this time, the water boiled, and Wang Meilan put the noodles into the pot.

Whether you are cooking dumplings or noodles, as long as you cover the pot, when the water boils, white foam will come up.

The moment white foam appeared on the side of the pot, Wang Meilan opened the lid, and the white foam quickly receded and disappeared into the tumbling boiling water.

After cooking for another three or four minutes, Wang Meilan picked the noodles into a large basin filled with cold water.

If it is summer, you can use cold water to wash the noodles several times, so that the noodles will be cold, which is just right for eating in hot weather.

But now that spring is just beginning, and there are two little ones at home, Wang Meilan just put the noodles into the water, and after a while, she picks them out into a bowl.

"Son, put the table down, it's time to eat." Wang Meilan shouted towards the back room.

"Here, Mom." Zhao Jun hurriedly came out to serve bowls, plates, and chopsticks. At this time, the two young ones were already waiting at the dining table.

Zhao Jun took a large bowl of noodles, which was said to be a large bowl, but there were not many noodles in it.This kind of noodles has to be mixed. If there are too many small noodles in the bowl, it will not be able to mix.

Zhao Jun first ordered some meat sauce with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to taste. It didn't feel salty, so he put four spoonfuls of meat sauce into the bowl, then picked and mixed it evenly, and then handed it to the eagerly waiting Zhao Na.

The younger sister was mixed, and the older sister couldn't be left behind. Zhao Jun mixed another bowl for Zhao Hong, and it was his turn in the end.

But compared with his two younger sisters, Zhao Jun has to eat helmets.

At this moment Wang Meilan came in, handed Zhao Jun two sliced ​​scallions, then sat sideways on the side of the kang, and asked Zhao Jun, "Son, is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Zhao Jun responded, took a scallion, turned to take a bite from the white of the scallion, and then ate the noodles.

After taking two bites, Zhao Jun looked at Wang Meilan and asked, "Mom, do you want to eat too?"

"Mom will eat later, don't worry."

"Ah." Zhao Jun suddenly remembered something, and continued to eat noodles with a sullen head, still holding chopsticks in his right hand to send noodles to his mouth, while his left hand reached into the pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, took out a folded kraft paper envelope and threw it in the middle of the table.

"What is this?" Wang Meilan took the envelope and opened it. She couldn't help being surprised, looked at Zhao Jun in surprise, and asked, "Son, where did you get so much money?"

At this time, there was a noodle half in his mouth and half in his helmet. Zhao Jun sucked the outside noodles into his mouth, chewed and mumbled, "I'll be rewarded by the brigade for catching that tiger."

As he said that, Zhao Jun put his hand into his pocket again, and was just about to show Wang Meilan the award certificate, but at this moment, he heard Wang Meilan say: "It just so happens that your father wants to build a house for you, and my mother is thinking about building it for you." , build it five rooms."

When Zhao Jun heard the words, he couldn't help blurting out a sentence: "What the hell?"

Zhao Jun was still very surprised when his old lady said that she wanted to build a house for herself.

In the previous life, Wang Meilan died of illness, and the unconscionable Zhao Youcai built a house for Zhao Jun in order to marry his concubine, married a daughter-in-law, and then kicked him out.

But in this life, Zhao Jun will never let the tragedy happen again.

And now that my mother is still there, why are you thinking about building a house for yourself?Why does this sound like a separation?
Seeing Zhao Jun looking at her in surprise, Wang Meilan smiled and said, "You are 21 today, it's time to marry a wife. Your father told me to build a house for you in the past few days. Let's see if you get married this year." It's done."

Speaking of this, Wang Meilan sighed, and then said: "Now that you are getting married, Mom can rest assured."

"No, no." These words became more and more wrong the more he heard them, Zhao Jun didn't even bother to eat noodles, so he quickly put down his chopsticks and asked Wang Meilan, "Mom, aren't you the only son?"

(End of this chapter)