I am a cripple in the Siheyuan. Who am I afraid of?

Chapter 10 Who ate stew at noon?

However, looking at the places where these large jars are placed, and considering the lazy appearance of the predecessor, I guess it is possible that they were forgotten in the corner of the cellar without noticing them.

Song Wu was more interested in the two pieces of bacon now.

The ribs he bought are still soaked in water, and he is preparing to make some vegetables and stew them in a pot at noon.He was worried that after eating this meal, he would have to wait until next month if he wanted to eat meat again, but he didn't expect that there would be a surprise in the cellar.

"By the way, shouldn't bacon be hung on the rafters of the house?"

Song Wu had only seen the operation of hanging bacon on the beams for storage in TV dramas, and he didn't know much about the details.

He smelled the bacon again. It was very fragrant, so it should be fine.He couldn't help but want to weigh it and leave, but after thinking about it, it was really hard to put it away, so he put it back where it was.

Suddenly his eyes lit up and he slapped his head suddenly.

Hey, forget that I don't have a ring.

So, he simply put the bacon into the ring space.At the same time, he collected a few cabbages and most of the radishes and potatoes before crawling out of the cellar.

While he was consciously checking the bacon and vegetables in his portable space, he felt very happy.He really forgot that important things at home should be stored in the space for the safest place. For example, money and jewelry in iron boxes would not be as safe as in the space if they were placed in the partitions of the double-door cabinet.

In addition, there are also some hard-to-find tools and accessories in the shop that should be carried with you, otherwise it will be a lot of trouble to replace one if you lose it.You should still take good things with you.

He does what he thinks.

He immediately returned to the shop and put the fitter tools into the space, as well as some of the more difficult-to-get accessories and car repair tools.

Looking at the sun outside, I felt that it was almost time and it was time to make lunch, so I went out and prepared to lock the door.

However, he thought about it, returned to the shop, and simply put the shoe repair machine into the space.Then he took another look at the things in the shop, and without stopping, he also took in the inner and outer tires, wheels, etc.

After all his operations, he found that there were only some old and recycled things left in the store, and only some commonly used tools of average quality were left on display. Those good ones he had slowly saved from special channels. Everything is put into the ring space.

Suddenly the whole small shop became much emptier, but he also felt much safer in his heart.Now even if the store is smashed, there won't be much loss.

Return to the front yard, go back to the house first, take out the iron box from the partition of the double-door cabinet, and put it into the ring space.Now he was finally relieved.

Song Wu was in a good mood and even lit a fire on the kitchen stove.Cut the radishes, chop the potatoes, and start preparing the stewed ribs.

For today's staple food, he planned to stick a few corn tortillas on the edge of the pot.In order to make the cornmeal less irritating, he also found a sieve and sifted out as many coarse things as possible.Although it probably won't have much effect, it would be better if it could be a little better.

Before time travel, Song Wu had physical disabilities.He only has food and appetite left to enjoy, so he never loses to himself when it comes to eating.Not only can you eat in all the restaurants if you have money, but you can also do it yourself.He would cook all the dishes he had eaten by himself. If the taste was not right, he would ask someone to inquire about it, and would not stop until he achieved his goal.

Many chefs and anchors saw that he only wanted to satisfy their own tastes, and they would patiently teach him, and he really learned a lot of real things.Although it is not systematic, there are some famous names in the foodie circle.If it weren't for his poor earning power, he would probably eat all over the country.

Now in this era, the conditions are really limited, and his mentality has changed drastically now, so he doesn't force these things anymore.As long as he eats as well as possible on a limited basis, after all, he has been satisfied with this food for 30 or [-] years. The most important thing now is another idea.

At noon, when it was almost time for dinner, the aroma of braised pork ribs began to float in the courtyard.

The front and middle houses are closer.Many people who were preparing to eat smelled it.

Yan Bugui, who was opposite, also went home for lunch.At this moment, he just picked up the cornmeal batter and took a sip, picked up some pickles with chopsticks, and smelled the aroma of meat. He couldn't help sniffing and said to the third aunt: "Smell, who stewed the meat? It's so delicious."

The three aunts, three men and one woman sitting around the table, and four children of different ages all twitched their noses.

They couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah, it smells so good."

The eldest Yan Jiecheng said: "It seems that he is Song Laizi from the opposite door."

He stood up and ran to the window, pushed open a crack in the window, and looked through the crack to the other side.After a while, he turned around and said, "It's Song Laizi. There's smoke coming from the kitchen of his house. That's where the smell I smell came from." Hula, the other three children also crowded to the window.

Yan Bugui simply put down his chopsticks and stood up. He directly opened the crack in the door and looked across.

For a moment, the whole room was filled with the sound of swallowing.

Although the third aunt was also greedy, she really couldn't stand the funny looks of the men in the family. She knocked on the table with her chopsticks and said: "Okay, okay, it's other people's cooking, and the talent in your own family is yours." It’s my own, come back to eat, and I have to go to school soon.”

The five men sat back at the table in dismay, but when they picked up their bowls and put on pickles, they lost their appetite when they smelled the smell of meat in their noses.

It has to be Yan Bugui.I saw him closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, then putting the pickles into his mouth, chewing and shaking his head, as if he was enjoying it very much.

After a mouthful of pickles was swallowed, he opened his eyes and said to several children: "It smells like meat and can be eaten with rice. Pickles can also taste like meat. Try it now. Take a deep breath and taste it well." , the meaty flavor is at home in it.”

The four brothers Yan Jiecheng all imitated Yan Bugui. They took a deep breath, ate their food, and shook their heads as if they were sitting at someone's banquet.

The third aunt was amused by the father and son, she shook her head and said nothing.She also swallowed before picking up the bowl and drinking the stick batter and eating pickles.

The Jia family in the west wing of the central courtyard.Qin Huairu had been busy all morning. She asked someone to play the cotton and started to put on the quilt.At noon, I stopped what I was doing because I had to cook.

She brought the hot steamed buns and steamed buns with steamed noodles to the table, as well as cabbage and radish fried in oil and a plate of shredded pickles mixed with sesame oil.

Her mother-in-law, Mrs. Jia Zhang, and her seven-year-old son Bangjian, who had just entered first grade, were waiting eagerly at the dinner table.

As soon as the food was served, the two of them divided up the two-faced steamed buns, stuffing one into their mouths and holding another in their hands, leaving only two steamed buns in the box.

Qin Huairu did not sit at the table after putting the food, but went to the inner room to feed Xiaodang, who was just a few months old.

She was very unhappy.Of course it wasn't because she was tired from unpacking and washing quilts. It was too late for her to be happy about this job that could earn her five yuan.She was mainly upset because her husband Jia Dongxu was always away from home recently and came back very late every night.He still smells of alcohol from time to time, and he even started staying up late at night recently.

In addition, Jia Dongxu also found various excuses to reduce the living expenses he should pay to his family every month.Life was difficult in the first place, and now it is even more difficult.Some of the private money Qin Huairu saved in the past was basically subsidized.

But she had no one to talk to about these difficult things. Her mother-in-law, Jia Zhang, only had three or five yuan a month for her pension and painkillers.And she is also a lazy person.Not only does Qin Huairu have to serve him inside and out, but he also scolds him when he opens his mouth and hits him when he raises his hand when he is not satisfied.

My son, Banggian, is still young, growing, and has a very greedy mouth.He clamored to eat meat and snacks every day. In the last school, he never showed any concern for studying. He only cared about what delicious food was available on the street, which gave Qin Huairu a headache every day.

There is also a little nanny here.If she doesn't eat well, she won't be able to produce enough milk, and the milk baby will be even more unreasonable. She will cry when she doesn't have enough to eat, which in turn makes Mrs. Jia Zhang and Bang Gang angry.

As a result, she kept complaining that Qin Huairu didn't know how to take care of children and was incompetent, and made many sarcastic remarks.One of them made an excuse, saying that he was too noisy to do his homework and just ran out to have fun.

Qin Huairu's life recently was really unsatisfactory. She was so annoyed that she even lost her appetite for food, and she lay in bed in a depressed mood to feed Xiaodang.Xiaodang took a few sips, and when she saw that there was no oil, she wanted to make trouble. Qin Huairu quickly patted her gently and hummed a tune.Then he stuffed the exclusive grain bag into Xiaodang's mouth, finally putting the baby to sleep, and Qin Huairu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

At this moment, she heard Mrs. Jia Zhang shout: "Who has stewed meat at noon?"

Then I heard a burst of brisk footsteps, it must be Bangge running out of the house.Not long after, I heard Banggeng running back in a hurry. As soon as he entered the house, he shouted: "It's Song Laizi who is stewing meat. It's delicious. I saw him bring a big pot into the house and cook it." Sticking corn tortillas on it." As he spoke, Banggeng swallowed hard.

Then, he said: "I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat..."

At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang also spoke: "Did you hear that? My dear grandson wants to eat meat. You go and get it."

Qin Huairu was afraid of waking up Xiaodang, so he got off the bed and walked to the outside of the house before saying: "Mom, I don't have any money on me. Besides, if I have money, I can't buy meat. Our family only has the ration of three taels for breakfast." Gone."

Jia Zhang said: "You go to Song Laizi's place. He just happened to make meat. He is a lame man. How can he be embarrassed to eat alone? You go over and leave some for him, and then bring it to Banggeng."

Of course Qin Huairu didn't want to go. There was no point in going to someone else's house to carry things from the dining table. She said, "How can I just pick up other people's things? I won't go."

(End of this chapter)