The cook is very busy

Chapter 18 Breaking His Leg

After the fat woman left, there was no one else, so Ziqing blocked the mouth of the stove, and wiped the oil-stained stove with a rag.

However, she hadn't finished her busy work when the old horse woman from the winery and sales at the end of the village came in with a piece of fat meat.

Mrs. Zhao smelled the smell of alcohol all over the yard, and immediately joked with her, saying that she was drunk in broad daylight, and only came to her house to fry oil after wandering around.

She also nagged a few words with a half-complaint, saying that her daughter had packed everything up, and now she had to start the stove again, and she would have to scoop up more oil residue later.

Although this old woman is short and thin, she is very refreshing, and she can stop Zhao Shi's mouth with two or three sentences.

He also praised Ziqing a lot, after all, he is a businessman, and he can speak well.

Ziqing put the ashes in the stove to start a fire and didn't want to come out, but Mrs. Ma got involved with her, so she had to show her face to say hello.

Mrs. Ma carried the fat in her hand to her, and kept looking at Ziqing while talking.

"Good girl, my aunt came here in a hurry today, so I didn't cut this piece up, let me borrow the guy from your stove to help my aunt clean it up, huh?"

Ziqing didn't know what to chat with, so she just answered and went to work. She washed the fat with water, peeled and cut it into small pieces.

Mrs. Ma squeezed into the stove, picked up a stick of firewood and pulled it back and forth in the stove, making the hidden stove fire ignite again.

By the way, she looked all over the stove, her eyes were full of satisfaction, this girl Qing is pretty good, with quick hands and feet, look how clean this little stove is!

Seeing this, Mrs. Zhao called out Mrs. Ma with an excuse, so that she would not hinder her daughter.

Mrs. Ma said yes, and whispered to Mrs. Zhao when they passed by.

Jia Shouwang was going to take a nap for a while, but when he heard Mrs. Ma's voice, he hurried out, maybe he had confidence in the matter he entrusted to the old horse.

Ziqing cut up the fat and put it in the pot, added two more sticks of firewood to the stove, looked back, and suddenly saw the three old men sticking together, chattering vigorously.

Everyone was still laughing, and she didn't know what they were talking about. She shook her head amusedly, and put her mind on the pot.

After a cup of tea, Mrs. Ma left with a flushed face.

Jia Shouwang and Mrs. Zhao immediately put away their smiling faces, and then Jia Shouwang called out to Ziqing, "Go, girl, daddy will take you for a walk in the village today!"

Ziqing paused, then asked suspiciously with a large spoon, "Father, where are you going?"

Jia Shouwang seemed unhappy, with a sullen face, "Go anywhere, just stroll around!"

Mrs. Zhao clicked her tongue, this old man, don't let your displeasure appear on your face!

She laughed and said to Ziqing, "Girl, go with your father, didn't you always clamor to go out before, and you lied on the ground with your braids in your braids..."

"Mom, what year did you talk about?"

"Oh, go ahead, I'm the one to do the work in the stove," Mrs. Zhao said, then came in and untied Ziqing's apron and tied it up for herself, telling her to go with her father quickly.

Ziqing couldn't understand, but her parents were pressing her hard, so she had to use a rag to wipe her hands clean, took off the blue cloth from her head, and followed her father out.

Most of the people in this village are taking a nap at home, chatting their teeth on the ground, and it is quiet everywhere.

Jia Shouwang put the cigarette stick on his shoulder and walked in the shade by the side of the road with his hands behind his back. Ziqing followed behind. The father and daughter walked aimlessly.

"Father, why did mother send me away?"

After leaving the west end of the village, Ziqing asked, the sun is so bad at this time, why is her mother willing to let her out, maybe there is something wrong.

Jia Shouwang was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at his daughter, his displeasure turned into bewilderment now.

"You, look at you girl, why do you have so many hearts and minds? What can father and mother do without telling you?"

Ziqing blinked his eyes and stared at Jia Shouwang, "Really, Dad?"

Jia Shouwang laughed dryly, smacked his old lips, took off the tobacco rod on his shoulder and began to put tobacco leaves in it.

Ziqing looked closely at her father, thinking about not saying anything else, just like what his father said, what can parents do without telling her.

"Forget it, Dad, where are we going for a stroll?"

"Well, let's go to the entrance of the village..."

Jia Shouwang was thinking about it, and took his daughter to the entrance of the village to watch his brother play chess, but when he saw someone from a distance, he immediately stopped talking.

He looked back and forth in a panic, and blurted out the dried apricots drying on the wall of the old Guo's house next door.

"Girl, Dad, Dad took you to the apricot grove on the mountain, didn't you always clamor to pick apricots, and you rolled on the ground with your braids tied up..."

"Dad, dad, stop talking, let's go, let's go now, I'll go home and get the basket first!"

Ziqing interrupted her father, saying that when she was a child, she not only stayed at home to recuperate from illness, but also rolled around in the sky with her pigtails tied up.

"Hey, you go... No, wait!"

Jia Shouwang hurriedly called Ziqing to stop, this time when the daughter went back, the two of them would run into each other, no way!
He looked around, hugged the basket on the wall of the old Guo's house, took Ziqing to another path, and yelled into the house along the way.

"Old Guo, I borrowed your basket!"

"Who, who called me!"

An old man ran out of the house with his trousers in his hands, pulled off the belt on his shoulders and tied it on. He looked around and saw that there was no one there.

He was wondering, when he looked up and saw that his basket was gone.

Mrs. Ma was leading a young man here, and when she saw the old man jumping in anger, she asked, "Old Guo, what's wrong with you, the soles of your feet are pricked!"

"Mommy, I'm gone again for the basket of pissing kung fu, and I don't know which little bastard stole it again!"

Old Guotou scolded and was puzzled, found a stick, looked around and went up the mountain, still cursing.

"The brat can't run very far... I must catch that brat today... If I catch him, I won't break his leg, tell you to just watch me and steal..."

"Ah...Ahh..."

The father and daughter finally came to Xingzilin, and Jia Shouwang was so tired that he sneezed several times, yelling that he was getting old.

Ziqing had never been here before, and he couldn't take his eyes off these lush apricot trees.

The branches are full of apricots of different sizes, ranging from red skins with yellow backgrounds to yellow skins with green backgrounds. They all bent over while pulling on the branches.

There are gusts of breeze blowing from the mountains and forests, carrying the fruity fragrance, which makes people salivate.

Jia Shouwang saw that his daughter had fallen in love with her, and he only told her to play by herself, and to be careful of the rotten apricots under her feet so as not to slip.

Ziqing blushed slightly, and smiled embarrassingly, her childish nature was revealed by her father.

She first supported Jia Shouwang to sit on a stone pier to rest, and then ran under those apricot trees, turning her little head around so that she couldn't see it.

In the end, he only looked at the big yellow apricots, couldn't help but licked his little mouth, and asked his father which ones he could pick and which ones he could eat.

Jia Shouwang thumped his legs, looked at his little girl's flirtatious appearance, and said with a smile.

"Silly girl, I want to pick out the ones that are well cooked, that one, the one in your hand... hey, dad will make it for you."

Giving Ziqing pointers was not enough, and Jia Shouwang also became interested.

He went over to call Ziqing away, raised his foot and kicked at the tree with all his might.

The apricots on the tree fell to the ground like raindrops, and some overripe ones were broken in half.

"Father, you are really good!"

Ziqing clapped his hands happily, squatted on the ground, picked up a few, wiped himself, and passed one over, "Father, try it."

Jia Shouwang asked his daughter to praise him, and immediately became very proud, took the apricot and bit it, shook his head, and said it was not good.

Ziqing glanced at the one in his hand, took a bite suspiciously, and blinked his eyes, "Father, this is really sweet."

"Daddy has eaten something sweeter than this. Daddy will find it for you!" Jia Shouwang pouted his old lips and said disapprovingly.

He swaggered to another tree, stretched his ankles, and said that he would kick up these trees one by one, and asked Ziqing to taste them one by one, and pick the one that was the sweetest.

"No, Dad! That's fine...cough cough cough..."

Ziqing anxiously swallowed the apricots in his mouth and choked, coughing and waving his hands.

But Jia Shouwang had already kicked on it, and he was still jumping up and down, shouting, "Girl, eat quickly, tell dad which one is delicious, and dad will... ah!!!"

"father!!!"

Ziqing screamed and hurriedly ran towards the hillside...

(End of this chapter)