The tough life of a beautiful educated young girl from the 1970s who married a rough man

The two went to the pigsty to feed some vegetable leaves before returning to the Educated Youth Court.

When Mrs. Jiang saw them coming back together, she greeted them with a smile, "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat. I'll wait for you to come back and have dinner."

"I'm sorry, Grandma Jiang, to keep you waiting."

Shen Zhiwei and Jiang Haining immediately washed their hands and faces in the yard.

Xu Jun came out of the kitchen and saw the two of them, one was digging well water and the other was washing his face.

I leaned against the door and watched for a while.

Inexplicably, I feel that it fits well.

His affection for Shen Zhiwei increased a lot.

"Does the wound on your foot still hurt?"

Shen Zhiwei raised his eyes to see him, and asked a casual question.

He shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

The feet didn't hurt at all, and after just one hour, the boils on his face became smaller, and the restlessness in his heart disappeared completely.

I can also look at this beautiful village girl calmly—oh, a beautiful female educated youth, she looks quite pleasing to the eye.

After Shen Zhiwei asked, he didn't say anything, and went straight past him into the kitchen.

The hot meals are already on the table.

Stir-fried mushrooms with green vegetables, mushroom broth, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a plate of sweet potato leaves, and a bowl of stewed pork belly.

The dishes are quite rich, but they don’t look like they have any color—either they have been fried or—the sweet potato leaves are not cut, and the long strips are staggered one by one.

That bowl of stew also looked average.

It seems that Grandma Jiang's cooking skills are very ordinary.

However, Shen Zhiwei can understand that women who are engaged in business rarely have time to improve their cooking skills, such as her grandma.

"Wei Wei, sit down and eat."

Grandma Jiang and Liu Lili were busy arranging the dishes.

Jiang Haiyang had just dried his hands and greeted the smoky Xu Yunliang for dinner.

Xu Yunliang didn't know that his nose was full of ashes. He had just served the table when Xu Jun and Jiang Haining walked in.

"Dad, wash your face."

Xu Jun was disgusted by his son, raised his hand to touch his face, and looked at his fingers, it was really dark.

"Brother Jiang, you are not kind, I have a gray face, and you didn't remind me to wash my face."

Jiang Haiyang laughed and said, "Didn't I let you experience the daily life of a farmer, so that you don't forget it when you look back?"

Jiang Haining also pursed his lips and smiled, "The first time I started a stove, I also had a bad nose."

Mrs. Jiang said, "Remember to help us go up the mountain to chop firewood this afternoon, so that we can make it to lunch."

"Yes, we'll go after dinner." Jiang Haiyang responded immediately.

Xu Yunliang also had no objection, and said with a smile, "If you don't cook with a fire, you don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are.

This is a rare time for me to come, and I also took two days off. I should also exercise in the countryside and remember the bitterness and sweetness.

Xu Jun, you also go to cut firewood in the afternoon to experience the life and work of the educated youth going to the countryside in advance, which will be good for you when you go to the countryside in the future. "

Xu Jun hummed, and didn't object. He was born and raised in the city, and he was a little interested in going to the mountains to play.

"Let's eat, don't hold back, take care of it."

Mrs. Jiang greeted her, and she took a bite of vegetables to go with the rice.

Suddenly, she paused, "This sweet potato leaf has too much salt, please eat less."

"It's okay, eating salty food can replenish your energy."

Jiang Haiyang and Jiang Haining looked at each other tacitly.

Afterwards, the two filial sons took the lead in bravely tasting the dishes cooked by their mother and tasting her long-lost cooking skills.

More than ten years ago, they all started to eat in the cafeteria. Occasionally, they would have gatherings during festivals, and the chef would be the father or the daughter-in-law of the eldest and second child.

"Well, it's delicious, Mom, we haven't eaten your food for a long time, and now it tastes like a nostalgia for our childhood." Jiang Haiyang commented seriously.

Jiang Haining also said affectionately, "Mom, I often miss the delicious food you cooked when I was stationed."

"Then, eat more, I'll cook in the evening." Mrs. Jiang was so moved that her mother's love overflowed her chest, she decided to cook more meals.

Xu Yunliang took a bite of the food, "Well, Aunt Zhang, the food you stir-fry is indeed a bit..."

He was considering the words and sentences, after all, he was the secretary of the city.

Unexpectedly, Xu Jun said bluntly, "This dish is indeed a bit salty, I'd better drink the soup, this soup is also very salty."

In an instant, the atmosphere at the table froze for a while.

Shen Zhiwei and Liu Lili bowed their heads silently, and ate slowly, with only a little bit of food in their hands.

Mrs. Jiang understood immediately, and laughed loudly, "The child is still willing to tell the truth, let Wei Wei cook dinner, and I will take you up the mountain to chop firewood in the afternoon."

Everyone also laughed.

It was an interesting and heartwarming meal.

Shen Zhiwei was amazed in his heart, this Grandma Jiang is really an open-minded person, open-minded, informal and worth learning.