The beauty of the lady

Chapter 8 Going to the Market
Unbearable flashed across Mrs. Zhao's face, and she said softly, "You were only weaned when you were over one year old. When it was Tang'er's turn, your mother's body is like this."

"It's soupy, he can still eat it, and it's good for your body if you break it early, at least you don't have to worry too much when you mend your body."

Mrs. Zhao was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Let's see again, if he eats something else, mother will wean him off slowly."

Zhou Mei nodded, "It would be great if there was goat's milk."

Anyway, it is impossible to have milk. If there is goat milk, almonds can be used to remove the smell. Adults and children can drink it, and Zhao can also nourish the body.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mei wanted to go to the market tomorrow to have a look, and if there were any, she would buy some back.

But goat milk can only be drunk by herself, she can't make anything else, and she doesn't have any tools.

Thinking of other people passing through, all kinds of delicacies are readily available, and her golden fingers are wide open, she really sighs.

At this time, Zhou Mei really wished that she grew up in the countryside, so maybe she wouldn't have to worry so much in this day and age. It's a pity that their Zhou family has been a famous big enterprise in China since their grandfather's old age, and she even Born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

"Goat's milk? That's not good. My mother drank it when she was young. She just took a sip, and she didn't want to drink it anymore." Zhao said with a smile, pursing her lips.

Zhou Mei's eyes darkened slightly, and then she pretended to be careless and said: "Mother never told Meier about grandma."

Mrs. Zhao's face darkened because of these words, and she didn't speak for a long time, but her expression looked so helpless and desolate. It was only after a long time that she realized that her daughter gently tugged on her sleeve, and then clutched her thin body with her backhand. There was already a thin callus on the palm of the small hand, which made her heart ache.

"Meier is still young, after two years, mother will tell you again, anyway, your grandma is a good one."

Zhou Mei nodded and didn't ask any further questions. This grandma is a good person, but she doesn't talk about grandpa alone. It seems that her mother's family background is also a bit messy.

It's just that she doesn't know what kind of chaos is behind this. If it is true, she would rather not know.

Outside, Wednesday Zhuang quickly packed up two rabbits and a roe deer, washed them in the river, and brought them back. The two rabbit skins were gray, so I don't know what to do with them.

After returning, he took two pieces of rabbit skins and asked Mrs. Zhao.

Mrs. Zhao asked him to carry it in and looked it over twice. There was a big hole on it, which must have fallen into a trap and was pierced by a wooden thorn. It would be worthless if it was sold. After thinking about it, she said to him: "Wait for me It’s neat, let’s make two sets of hand warmers for you and Mei’er, you can warm your hands at night when you’re working outside.”

"Okay, I'll take it out and tidy it up, and wait for it to dry." Zhou Zhouzhuang turned around and went out, but was stopped by Mrs. Zhao, who turned around and asked, "What else is there?"

"Send a rabbit to the upper house. There is nothing good in our house. Wait until you go to the town to cut two catties of meat and send it over. Do you think it will work?"

Zhou Zhuang nodded without thinking, and said with a grin: "Okay, I will listen to you."

When he went out, Zhou Mei raised her eyebrows and said softly, "Father doesn't look dull at all."

Mrs. Zhao laughed immediately, shook her head and said to her: "Your father just looks like that, but in fact he knows better than anyone else, but he doesn't like to argue with others, and he doesn't like to talk."

"It's fine as long as you treat mother well. I see mother also likes my father very much." Zhou Mei looked at Zhao Shi and smiled.

Mrs. Zhao's face flushed slightly, she gave her daughter a reproachful look, and said, "You child, why are you still joking about your mother?"

After finishing speaking, Mrs. Zhao breathed a sigh of relief: "Your father is the husband-in-law chosen by mother himself, so naturally you can't be wrong."

Afterwards, seeing her daughter's thoughtful eyes, Mrs. Zhao finally couldn't hold back, and turned her head and smiled with embarrassment.

At noon, Zhou Mei went to the kitchen to stew a pot of rabbit meat, then put spicy peppers on it, and Wednesday Zhuang sweated profusely after eating it, but she reserved a portion without spicy peppers for Mrs. Zhao in advance, after all, she was still very weak. Weak, it is better to have a light taste.

Mrs. Zhao smelled the spicy rabbit meat, looked at the lackluster clear soup in the bowl, and said to Zhou Mei: "For the sake of Meier's cooking, mother must get well soon."

After hearing this on Wednesday, Zhuang couldn't help laughing and said, "Yes, the food cooked by Mei Mei is really getting better and better, not worse than the chefs in our restaurant."

Zhou Meifeng raised her eyebrows slightly, then slowly chewed the food in her mouth and said, "Then if I cook a few delicious meals and send them to the restaurant, will they give us money?"

Zhou Zhuang and his wife looked up at their daughter, and they looked at each other after a while.

"What will Meier do?" Zhao Shi asked.

"A lot, these days when I have nothing to do, I think about the food. I always think it will be delicious, but because our family has too little spices, I can't cook it." After speaking, he said to Wednesday Zhuang: "Father, let's go tomorrow Take a look at the collection, buy a few more seasonings, if they are done well, we can sell them for money, right?"

Zhou Zhuang thought for a while, then nodded, and said to Zhao: "I think you can try."

Mrs. Zhao looked at the father and daughter, remained silent for a while, then picked up the gruel and smiled, "Okay, you father and daughter can figure it out for yourself, anyway, I can't help much with my weak body."

Thinking of this, Zhou Mei can finally breathe a sigh of relief temporarily.

She still suffers from lack of ability, but now she finally has something to look forward to. At least it shows that life has not given up on her. Maybe the quarrel between her parents all day at that time is not a bad thing. At least she learned to cook by herself.

"Father, how much money does your restaurant make every day?"

"The daily net profit is about a dozen taels, and the difference is only a few taels. The owner can earn 2000 taels a year."

Zhou Mei nodded. Based on the calculation of six hundred yuan, one tael of silver can earn about 200 million yuan a year, and the price she thought might be a bit high, so it would be a bit uneconomical to sell it in the town, but it still has to wait for a decision. Let's talk about the food.

Ordinary meals may not have anything new. I don’t know if it’s okay to make pork skin jelly. I’ll buy it tomorrow and try it.

To Zhou Mei's surprise, when she heard so much money, the Zhao family didn't fluctuate at all, as if she didn't care at all. This made her feel that this mother was born into a rich family. It's someone who even the county master wants to give three points of face.

The next day, before dawn, Zhou Mei woke up spontaneously, but the bed was still very warm.

After putting on his clothes, he opened the curtain and walked out, only to see that Wednesday Zhuang was already cooking outside.

"Sister Mei, wake up, it's not yet dawn, let's lie down for a while, we're not far from the town, and it's okay to be late." Wednesday Zhuang smiled as he looked at his daughter who was in good spirits early in the morning.

(End of this chapter)