Spring is coming

Chapter 48

After Ms. Zhou knew she was pregnant, she touched her lower abdomen blankly, and then breathed a sigh of relief: "I just said why I feel so tired these days."

She looked at Gao with a cautious smile: "It turns out he was the same as Huai Song'er back then."

At that time, she often felt suffocated and weak, and quarreled with Mo Yuanlin every day.

Seeing Mrs. Zhou's nervousness, Mrs. Gao told them in a calm tone: "Now that we have it, let your wife do less heavy work and eat better."

Mrs. Zhou was carrying her own grandson in her belly, and her grudge against Mr. Zhou had also dissipated a little. In addition, she had been keeping to herself in the past few days. Mrs. Gao still hoped that she could change her mind.

Neither Lu Ying nor Mo Jingchun told Gao about the dispute this afternoon. Mo Jingchun thought that since Mo He and Lu Ying didn't plan to talk about it themselves, she would avoid any complications.

Zhou suddenly became the favorite of the family. Except for those who ignored her, they still ignored him, but Gao at least changed his attitude towards her.

Mo Yuanlin immediately killed an old hen and made soup for Zhou.

But there was another thorny problem. Mo Yuanlin killed the chicken and plucked its feathers before he remembered that he wasn't very good at cooking.

It used to be the Gao family, but now the family is divided.

Mrs. Gao didn't mind, and took the old hen from his hand: "Go and guard your wife."

Mo Yuanlin was very embarrassed. He handed the old hen over and said flatteringly: "Zhou Ru can't eat a whole chicken. I'll ask Chun'er, Yingying, you and A-mei to come and have a taste later."

Mrs. Gao looked at him in surprise, and Mo Yuanlin said, "Zhou Ru won't be angry."

"You can think that your sister and Chun'er are still conscientious."

Gao nodded.

Mo Jingchun lay at the window and quietly listened to the conversation between Gao and Mo Yuanlin for a while, then climbed down from the kang gently and heard Lu Ying say: "I'm not going."

Mo Jingchun understood what she meant and echoed: "I don't drink it either. We also raise chickens at home." I don't care about his chickens.

Lu Ying talks little. Although the room with her is small, the two of them don't talk and they won't feel noisy.

But Mo Jingchun is still not used to it, why?She thought maybe Bo Qingshan and Mo Qinglin talked too much, and she was used to it!

Taking a deep breath, Mo Jingchun stood up and said, "I'm going to help grandma, will you go?"

Lu Ying shook her head and settled herself back into the quilt.

Ok.

She is really more like a boring gourd than she was in her previous life.

Mrs. Gao carefully clipped the chicken feathers again. Mo Jingchun came in and said, "Grandma, let me do it. You can take a rest."

Mrs. Gao spent the whole afternoon hoeing in the fields, and she actually went to town for a long walk. She felt bad watching Mr. Gao work again.

Mrs. Gao thought for a while and said, "Then grandma is lighting the fire here and talking to you."

"it is good."

Mo Jingchun put on his apron skillfully, picked up the kitchen knife, and neatly chopped off the chicken head, butt and feet, and took out the internal organs and excess chicken fat.

This set of skillful movements also stunned Gao.

She had only eaten food cooked by Mo Jingchun, and this was the first time she had seen her cook it.

"Chun'er, don't you want any of this?" She felt a little distressed that it was such a waste.

"No, grandma. Chicken soup, these and chicken fat are used to fry a plate of chicken offal. This way there is no waste and there is no fishy smell in the soup."

When Mrs. Gao heard this, she realized that it could be like this and praised: "My Chun'er is becoming more and more like a great chef."

Mo Jingchun thought to herself that she just learned from the chef, and she didn't know if she could apply for a job as a chef in a restaurant in the future.It seems that I have never seen a female chef, but in Shopkeeper Xu's restaurant, she cooks all the hard dishes.

She thought it would be great if she could open a restaurant of that size. When Bo Qingshan was called, he would be shocked and speechless.

Then he felt that he was really free, why should he be shocked and speechless.

Cut the remaining chicken body into evenly sized pieces, leaving the two legs and wings and put them aside.

Cut a small piece of ginger and blanch the chicken together with cooking wine, then boil the soup again, so that the soup will be less oily.

I soaked a few dried shiitake mushrooms and threw them in. After a while, the aroma spread outside the kitchen.

Mo Song went somewhere outside and didn't come back until night. When he walked in and smelled such a fragrant smell, he thought it was the smell of Mo Jingchun's house again, so he rushed into Zhou's house with a dark face.

Zhou was talking to Mo Yuanlin and was stunned: "What's wrong?"

"Mom, I want to eat chicken too!"

"Eat, I'll kill a chicken for your mother, and you'll be making soup with your milk. You'll be able to eat the meat soon."

Mo Yuanlin was very happy and paid close attention to Zhou's every move.

"Ah?" Mo Song turned to look at his mother, "Mom, what's wrong with you?"

"This silly boy." Zhou covered her mouth and smiled.

She felt less upset since she found out she was pregnant. She took Mo Song's hand very gently and put it on her belly: "You must have younger brothers and sisters."

"Ah?" Mo Song raised his voice, "Then, can I eat meat more often?"

Mrs. Zhou laughed and said, "You kid, how do you know how to eat?"

She felt tired for a while and leaned lazily on the back of the bed: "I'm tired for some reason. I'm going to sleep for a while. The boss will call me later."

Mo Song didn't consider Zhou's health at all, he was just happy that he would be able to eat well every three days.

After the soup was ready, I took a few sour chili peppers and fried the chicken offal.

Mo Jingchun said to Mrs. Gao: "Grandma, I won't go over to eat. Our family is not short of meat recently. Let Second Aunt and Mo Song eat more. Lu Ying just told me that she was a little tired and should go to bed first. .”

Mrs. Gao hesitated: "Then you take a bowl back?"

"No need." Mo Jingchun raised his face and said with a smile, "Yingying is asleep. I really don't lack meat. Grandma, Brother Bo's house has such good food every day."

Mrs. Gao nodded after hearing this. Mo Jingchun worked as a cook in the Bo family. He used to deliver meals to her and Mo Qinglin every day during the busy farming period. Their food had improved a lot, and sometimes she was embarrassed.

Bo Qingshan only said that even one or two people couldn't finish it, and it would be a waste if they didn't eat.

But Gao knows that many people will not have this kindness even if they waste money. This is too normal.

That’s why I feel grateful to Bo Qingshan.

Zhou took out two chicken legs, gave one to Mo Song, and gritted the other into Mo Qinglin's bowl. She smiled and said, "Qinglin, you and Song'er eat the legs."

Mrs. Gao glanced at Mo Qinglin, and Mo Qinglin took it back obediently, "No, Second Aunt, you are the one who needs to replenish your body. Just eat it. I will eat it like any other meat."

Mrs. Zhou wanted to say something else, but Mrs. Gao stopped her: "Just eat it, don't worry about others, the chicken was originally killed for you."

Mrs. Zhou was no longer modest and took a big bite. The chicken was stewed and tasted delicious.

She drank a large bowl of soup and was still unsatisfied.She turned to look at another plate of hot and sour chicken offal on the table. The spicy and sour aroma made her eager to eat it with a bowl of rice.

(End of this chapter)