The cook is very busy

Chapter 20 Gave a Step Down (Revised)

The next day, Ziqing still went to find Jia Erkui.

Last night, Mrs. Zhao and Jia Shouwang spent most of the night on the bed thinking about it, and finally decided to let Jia Erkui run the stall for them.

Jia Erkui agreed with full satisfaction, saying that he would definitely clean up the mess, so that Jia Erkui and he could recover from their wounds with peace of mind.

After handing over the stall to his dear nephew, Jia Shouwang had nothing to say to Mrs. Zhao, but Ziqing was very aggrieved.

The stall asked her father to give it to the second cousin, and the money earned would be divided in half.

Jia Erkui didn't have much to say, it was nothing more than extra work.

Anyway, her house only has a stall for half a day, and he can be busy with his own field work in the second half of the day.

But her family is much worse, and it costs more than forty coppers a day, which is enough to make it work.

She has no spare money to save up, and she is still counting on this stall to open a big restaurant.

Ziqing supported his chin with one hand and sighed silently, staring at the bubbling and steaming medicine jar in front of him, and fanned it with a cattail fan.

Jia Erkui built a small stove for her in the yard the day before yesterday, and she is currently squatting in a corner to cook medicine for her father.

Jia Shouwang is quite comfortable now, nestled in the shade of a tree, lying on a half-new rocking chair and humming a little song.

Yesterday, old Guo scooped up the meat, and immediately came over with a rocking chair on his back.

Said that this chair was made by himself, and it can still be shaken for a few years, so please tell Jia Shouwang not to dislike it.

Jia Shouwang thought about why Lao Guotou ate his meat for no reason, and felt sorry for it, so he brought a rocking chair here.

Mrs. Zhao is sitting aside at the moment, mending Jia Shouwang's trousers that were torn when he rolled downhill.

The old couple chatted and chatted from time to time, talking about those unmarried boys in the village.

Ziqing glanced back, and couldn't help sighing again, maybe in a while, she would have to let her parents get married in a sedan chair.

At that time, you will really have to stay in this village for the rest of your life!
And her father is used to recuperating these two days. Yesterday her second cousin brought the money, and her father dragged him to talk.

Let him sell the acre of lean land in the field, focus on working hard on the pancake stall, and give him the stall when he says he can't do it anymore.

As long as the money he and Yingzi earn from the stall, there are three members of their family who eat grains.

Mrs. Zhao took an embroidery needle and dabbed it on her silver hair, remembering that time was enough while chatting.

Ask Ziqing to get a bowl from the stove, pour out the medicine for the old man to drink.

Ziqing responded, first took the medicine jar off the fire, opened the lid and put it aside to dry.

Then he went to get a bowl from the stove.

Jia Shouwang was also pinching a little bit in his heart, and when the time came, he immediately opened his eyes.

Looking at the medicine jars hanging out to the side, he leaned on the rocking chair with both hands and wanted to run away, but fortunately, Zhao shi held him down with his sharp eyes and quick hands.

Every day at this time, her house is very lively.

When Jia Shouwang saw his daughter bring the bowl of thick black concoction to him, he pursed his lips tightly and wanted to twist his head back.

"Mother, I don't drink it, I don't drink it, this medicine is not for people to drink at all! It's a bit of a bitter bird, and it hurts your throat. It doesn't taste good at all!"

"Old man, you are here again, why don't you drink the injury on your foot!!"

"Let the girl rub the medicinal wine for me more!"

"Chengli, dad, you drink the medicine first."

"Hey...I don't want to drink it!"

The mother and daughter were busy getting the old child to drink the medicine, when there was a knock on the door outside, calling out Mrs. Zhao's name.

The noisy family of three were stunned and looked at each other. Jia Shouwang sat up straight and asked the old woman to go and have a look.

This sound was strange to her ears, Zhao was wondering, she walked over and didn't open the door, she just called out, "Who is it?"

The female voice at the door was full of confidence, and she laughed brightly, "It's me who is watching the house, you, Sun Jinhua, Big Sister Sun!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly opened the courtyard door, and said with a smile, "Yo, his aunt is here, hurry up, come in quickly."

"Oh, I have to take a good look, you have covered the door so tightly, there is nothing good hidden in the house."

While talking, an old woman in her sixties stepped in, her gray hair combed meticulously.

She was dressed normally, but was clean and decent. When she saw Ziqing, she smiled again, and raised her eyebrows at Mrs. Zhao.

"What am I talking about, such a handsome girl is your daughter, no wonder your mother-in-law blocked me out for a long time, but I was afraid that I would watch her."

The girl let her praise her, and of course the mother was overjoyed, Mrs. Zhao hurriedly made Grandma Sun sit in the room with a smile, and told Ziqing to hurry up and call someone.

Ziqing obediently called out, "Hello, Aunt Sun."

Earlier, she had heard her mother chatting with other women. This grandma was a cook who cooked for others in a big house in the county seat.

He just quit his job and came back recently, and he stayed in a big mansion, so he even complimented people so tactfully.

Jia Shouwang smiled and asked Ziqing to boil water to make tea, struggling to get up from the chair, "Mother, let's sit in the room."

"No, no, good girl, don't be too busy. I'll just leave it here. It's too hot in the room."

Grandma Sun sat down on the small stool casually, calling for Mrs. Zhao to come over and chat.

"I'll come out for a walk when I'm free in the middle of the afternoon. I don't want to hear who said Brother Shouwang's ankle is sprained, so I'll come over and have a look."

As he spoke, he looked at Jia Shouwang, "How are you doing? Are your legs okay?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I think that when I went up the mountain and went far away, I fell worse than this. This little injury can be healed for a month."

As Jia Shouwang said, he took the medicine bowl from Ziqing's hand, drank a couple of sips, and shivered several times uncontrollably.

Mrs. Zhao looked down on him the most, but she still gave Jia Shouwang a step down, "Old man, if it's hot, put it aside first, and drink it when it cools down!"

Ziqing packed up the medicine jars and brought another stool for her mother.

Then he sat aside, listened to the chatter of the adults, took over her mother's needlework and continued to mend.

At first, Mrs. Zhao, like other aunts and aunts, pestered Mrs. Sun about what happened in the mansion gate.

Mrs. Sun seemed to come here just to talk about this matter, nagging about those old rules, what to pay attention to, and so many things that people are staggering.

There are also those masters and young masters, wives and ladies who have to be served by many people all day long, eating, drinking and sleeping.

Even eating a grape has to be peeled by a maid and brought to her mouth.

Hearing this, Ziqing suddenly smiled, she was thinking of the prodigal son who asked her name that day, sitting in the car like that, eating the grapes handed by the maid.

Seeing that Ziqing laughed out loud, Grandma Sun thought that the little girl just liked to hear this, so she babbled a lot.

When Ziqing sewed his trousers crookedly, Mrs. Zhao heard something again, laughing and cursing, and Grandma Sun also covered her mouth and laughed.

"The ones who work in the big house, I dare say that we are the most idle cooks, just put our own work in the stove every day, don't have to rush to see people's faces, which dish is delicious You can even get a reward.”

Speaking of which, Mrs. Sun raised her eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "That's right, every time the masters and wives make soups and so on, why don't they come into the mouths of us people."

Ziqing pursed his lips, put away his needle and thread, thinking that grandma grandma really quit her job, otherwise she dared to spit it out.

No wonder the old people always say that after three years of famine, the woman in front of the stove will not starve to death.

(End of this chapter)