After becoming a widow, I became the mother of seven children

After Yuan Huiniang mixed the oil residue with salt, several people gathered around and started eating, and everyone's mouths were filled with oil.

It's fragrant but not greasy, it's really delicious, and it's chewy.

However, Yan Qingqing didn't dare to eat too much, and she didn't dare to let her children eat too much. It was good for the family to have enough food and clothing in the past. Where had they seen such a huge amount of oil and water, so eating too much lard residue at once would definitely cause the stomach to ache. Can't stand it.

So after Yan Qingqing ate a few pieces, he said: "Don't eat too much today, otherwise it won't be digested and your stomach won't be able to bear it, and you will feel uncomfortable."

The children ate a few pieces to satisfy their cravings. They heard Yan Qingqing say that although they were not satisfied with the meal, they washed their hands and continued to do their work.

Yan Qingqing was very satisfied and felt that these children were all sensible and it was not worth her trouble.

Yan Qingqing looked at the busy children, took out the milk soaked in water, stirred it for a while, and then put it into cold water.

Yuan Huiniang began to prepare buns. Last time Yan Qingqing and the others went into the mountains to pick a lot of mushrooms, ate some of them, and Yuan Huiniang dried some of them. Just needed it for making buns today.

The buns were made from a mixture of black and white flour. Yan Qingqing wanted to eat buns made from pure white flour, but her family bought five kilograms of flour and used half of it to make cakes and buns. It was understandable that Yuan Huiniang was reluctant to part with it. of.

Besides, considering the situation at home, it is already a luxury to be able to eat steamed buns with black and white noodles.

Yuan Huiniang's method of making steamed buns is very traditional. She puts some fillings into a piece of dough, then closes the dough and pinches it tightly.

Yan Qingqing glanced at it, frowned slightly and said, "Hui Niang, this meal is not only about taste, but also about color, fragrance and flavor."

After saying that, he picked up a bun and wrapped it in a bag. The round buns were rimmed and round, which was very pleasing to the eye.

Yuan Huiniang looked at the buns made by Yan Qingqing, and then at the buns she made. She instantly felt that the buns she made had lost her appetite.

Li Xiniang and Li Yueniang on the side saw Yan Qingqing making buns and wanted to learn from her. In fact, Yan Qingqing only knew a few simple kinds.

However, this did not prevent her from teaching. Several people learned seriously and started to get started after making two classes.

The more people there are, the faster the work goes. In a short time, several people had the buns ready.

After the hot buns came out of the pot, several children waited eagerly.

Yan Qingqing took out a bun from the pot, put it in a bowl and said to Li Xiangkang: "Silang, go and deliver it to your grandfather. Just tell him that he improved the food at home to honor him."

No matter what Mr. Li was like before, Mr. Li is still sensible since Yan Qingqing came here.

Whether it was the separation of the family or the fact that she came back late last time, she had never treated them badly, and she, a widow, needed someone to support her if she wanted to establish herself in Canghe Village.

At present, Mr. Li is the best choice. But Yan Qingqing didn't want other people in the Li family to take advantage, so he only asked Li Xiangkang to give a bun.

Although the two families had built a wall, they were still very close to each other. The smell of Yan Qingqing and the others refining oil and making buns had already reached Lao Li's house.

Mrs. Li sniffed her nose vigorously and scolded Yan Qingqing from top to bottom. She felt that Yan Qingqing was greedy and prodigal and didn't know what to make delicious food.

Several grandsons and great-grandsons were also very greedy and kept asking the second grandma what delicious food she cooked at home and why it tasted so good.

.Zhao Yumei, who had been doing laundry all morning, finally couldn't bear it any longer. She put down what she was doing and was about to start a fire, when she saw Li Xiangkang running in with a bowl in hand.

Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she quickly wiped her hands on her body and said, "Hey, Silang is here to deliver food. Come on, let me take care of you."

After saying that, he reached out to pick it up, but Li Xiangkang was smart.

She nimbly avoided Zhao Yumei's hand and said: "Auntie, these are lard-filled buns that are very delicious. My mother told me to give them to my father, but I can't give them to you."

After hearing Li Xiangkang's words, Zhao Yumei suddenly became a little angry and said: "You little bastard, how can you talk? Do you think everyone is like your stubborn widow who has never seen anything good in her life and treats a bun as a treasure?

Let me tell you, this bun will not even be eaten by dogs. "

Li Xiangkang rolled his eyes and cried.

Probably Li Xiangkang's crying was so loud that it attracted all the old Li family members.

Li Sanniu's daughter-in-law, Mrs. Xu, saw Li Xiangkang crying and out of breath, still holding a broken bowl with a chip in her hand, and comforted her: "What's wrong with Silang? But he's been bullied."

Originally, Mrs. Xu simply wanted to coax Li Xiangkang, but unexpectedly she angered Zhao Yumei.

Zhao Yumei's face darkened and she reprimanded: "Third brother and sister, there is something in what you say. This little bastard speaks so unpleasantly. I, the aunt, should teach him what's wrong.

If you feel sorry for him, you can move out and live with the widow. "

Mrs. Xu was suddenly too frightened to speak. Zhao Yumei was a Tongsheng wife and the niece of Mrs. Li. Her status in the family was much higher than hers.

At this time, Yan Qingqing's cold voice came: "Zhao Yumei, who are you calling a little bastard?

Si Lang is a son of Lao Li's family. Are you calling Er Niu a bastard or are you calling Dad a bastard? If this is the case, I don’t know what kind of things my sister-in-law has given birth to.

Also, I have never seen a virgin lady who spits shit out of her mouth! "

When Zhao Yumei heard Yan Qingqing scolding, her face turned green and white with anger, and she wanted to scratch Yan Qingqing.

Yan Qingqing is good at kung fu. Although she is not very good physically, she has flexibility.

He dodged it easily and slapped Zhao Yumei with his backhand.

This slap stunned Zhao Yumei. She had never been so angry when she came to Lao Li's house, so she cried and made noises and lay on the ground and started to behave.

At this time, there were more and more people around. Yan Qingqing winked at Li Xiangkang. Li Xiangkang, who had forgotten to cry, suddenly started crying again, startling Zhao Yumei who was acting on the ground.

Yan Qingqing was sobbing and wiping tears at the side. Anyone who looked at it could tell that this orphan and widowed mother had been bullied.

While everyone was talking about it, the village chief Li Kaishan and Mr. Li came over.

Seeing the commotion in his family again, Mr. Li immediately lost his face. These embarrassing things have always happened in his family recently. He could hardly go out in the village.

Especially Zhao Yumei actually lying on the ground and acting like a fool, which almost brought shame to his eldest son.

Mr. Li scolded Zhao Yumei: "Little Zhao, what are you doing like this? Don't embarrass yourself here. If you think our Li family can't tolerate you, go back to your natal family!"

What Mr. Li said was quite serious. These days, if a woman is sent back to her parents' home by her husband's family, she will be divorced.

Zhao Yumei quickly got up from the ground and stood aside with a low eyebrow, not daring to express her anger.

Li Xiangkang cleverly walked up to Mr. Li and said: "Grandpa, mother said that you are the most sensible person in the family and always protect us, so mother asked me to deliver steamed buns to you, but the eldest aunt called me a bastard and said this steamed bun dog Don’t even eat it.”

Mr. Li became even more angry after hearing this, and said fiercely to Zhao Yumei: "Next time, just go back to your parents' house."

Old Mrs. Li who was standing aside opened her mouth and said nothing, but in her heart she was glad that she didn't have time to intervene in this matter, otherwise she would also be sent back to her parents' home.

She couldn't afford to lose this person at her old age.