The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Meng Wantang was really angry today.

She was not angry with the child, nor was it because Lu Qingye left her there so late. She was angry at God for not giving her face.

If you come ten days and a month early.

The family's three large tile-roofed houses are still there.

Lu Qingye doesn't need to change her career. She might have taken her child to join the army now.

It was really late and I missed so many things.

Meng Wantang, with a frosty face, sat at the table and ate the pimple soup slowly without even giving the father and son a look.

Gou Sheng hadn't felt that he was wrong at first, but now he felt that he had gone too far.

He wanted to say that he was telling the truth.

It's not like she can't do these things.

Goudan turned his head and glanced at Gou Sheng, who swallowed everything that came to his lips.

After eating and playing, water was boiling in the pot.

Meng Wantang began to clean up the pig's head and pig's water. Lu Qingye put the children to sleep, came out and squatted in front of her, whispering: "I'll do it."

Meng Wantang frowned: "Can you do it?"

This is the entrance thing.

If there were some pig hair on it, she would definitely be too sick to eat it.

"Yes. When I was in the army, I worked in the cooking class for half a year." Lu Qingye had never told Meng Wantang about being in the army.

Meng Wantang's eyes lit up when she heard about the cooking class.

The cooking class is a gathering place for the sweeping monks.

But if he was in the cooking class, why would he change his job?

Even if he brought it up on his own initiative, there is no need to arrange for people to go to work at the tractor station, right?

Their place is not a pure rural area, it is only a 10-minute ride from the county seat by bicycle. If there is no suitable job in the brigade, it is possible to arrange it in a machine factory, textile factory, cotton and linen factory, vinegar factory, etc. in the county.

Lu Qingye saw Meng Wantang's eyes light up and thought she was willing to listen to what he was doing in the army.

"We raise a lot of pigs in the army, and we will kill a pig every once in a while. Everything on the pig will not be wasted, and many pig heads have been processed."

Meng Wantang listened to his words, looked down at his movements, and found that he really knew how to do it.

Moreover, the pig hair has been cleaned.

Fast and good.

"Then go ahead and let me know when you're done."

Meng Wantang took out the brine from before and poured it into the pot. The pot is open, so put a little more material. It would be much better if it was a pot like a bucket.

Anyway, she doesn't just braise pig heads, she also braises pig feet and liver.

You can also use a large pot.

Meng Wantang was almost finished working in front of the pot, and went to the house to take a shower.

After a while, the door opened.

Meng Wantang came out of the house.

Lu Qingye looked up.

Under the moonlight, her body seemed to be covered with a hazy veil. When she lowered her head, the fragments of hair at her temples were scattered on her cheeks, making her look extremely soft.

Because I just took a shower.

She was wearing pajamas she had made herself.

Linzi has a round neckline, and the neckline is a bit large, so when you lower your head, you can reveal your perfect neck.

Lu Qingye knew that she was good-looking, but he never cared about it.

But at this time, he only felt a surge of heat, and his whole body became hot.

"Is it done?"

Meng Wantang came back after pouring water and stood the bathtub under the window. He turned to ask Lu Qingye.

"Cleaned up."

Lu Qingye's voice was a little hoarse.

Meng Wantang thought he was thirsty, so she handed him a ladle of cold water: "Drink some water and see how dry your throat is."

Lu Qingye looked at the water in front of him, took it and drank it.

Meng Wantang checked it and bent down to pick up the basin. A pair of hands with sharp joints moved her a step faster.

"Where?" he asked.

Meng Wantang pointed to the pot and said: "Put it here, just put it directly in the pot. Let it simmer over low heat first."

Summer in the north is not that hot.

These things can be cooked in a pot overnight.

It's almost nine o'clock now.

The small light bulb at the door of the house is extremely dim.

Meng Wantang even felt that it was not as bright as the moon.

"Are you going to cook all night?"

No wonder Lu Qingye was surprised.

"Well, if you don't cook it longer, it won't taste good and it won't taste good." Meng Wantang said it grandly, but Lu Qingye always felt that something was wrong.

Brine has old water.

Meng Wantang added new ingredients to it, and the taste was more fragrant and stronger than the first brine.

While she was lighting the fire, she was handling the kelp.

There was no salt in the marinade this time, and so much water was added that the taste was very bland. When all these kelp are put in, the taste will be completely different.

Meng Wantang didn't sleep, so it was impossible for Lu Qingye to let her work here alone and go to bed by herself.

He also sat down and helped.

This is not much work.

Meng Wantang asked him to go back and rest.

"You've been running outside all day. Doesn't your waist feel uncomfortable?"

"It's not hard."

Meng Wantang smelled the smell of plaster on his body and squinted her eyes: "Do you think that with plaster everything is enough? Plaster treats the symptoms but not the root cause. If you drink the soup and the plaster sticks, if it doesn't hurt, then just Are you working hard?"

"..."

Lu Qingye met her cold eyes and worked faster.

Without waiting for Meng Wantang to say anything else, he washed his hands, got up and entered the house.

After a while, the man came out with a change of clothes and a bucket of water to the backyard to take a shower.

Meng Wantang cut the kelp and threw it into the pot to cook.

After the pot is boiled.

The fragrance instantly floated into the sky.

It's July now, and every household doesn't close their windows when they go to bed at night.

The windows made of wood are directly propped up with wood, and the entire window is wide open.

The Ma family smelled the fragrance in their sleep and couldn't help but open their eyes. Ma Qiang glanced at his wife, who was sleeping like a dead pig, and kicked her hard.

Ma Qiang's wife was kicked awake all of a sudden.

She didn't dare to scold Ma Qiang, so she could only sleep on the kang.

In summer, Ma Qiang slept on the edge of the kang to keep cool.

In winter, Ma Qiang slept on the kangtou, which was very warm.

"Trash!"

Ma Qiang was still angry after beating his wife, and kept swearing one after another. Ma Qiang's wife didn't dare to talk back. She huddled on the edge of the kang, not daring to move.

In the west room, Mrs. Ma was also cursing.

"This little whore!"

"You damn bitch."

……

Mrs. Ma is old and a light sleeper. She hasn't fallen asleep yet. Originally, the family rarely ate meat, and there was little oil and water. Now that I smelled such a fragrant smell, I couldn't even sleep.

In the past few days, the Ma family has neither eaten nor slept well.

Fortunately the child was asleep.

Otherwise, we'd have to make a fuss all night long.

the next day.

When the Ma family went to earn work points, everyone had dark circles under their eyes.

Someone asked Ma Qiang with a smile: "Ma Qiang, what did your family do yesterday? Why do you all have dark circles under your eyes?"

Ma Qiang cursed and said: "It's not like that stinky bitch next door to our house. She didn't know what she made and cooked it all night. The smell spread to our house, and we couldn't even sleep."

Everyone in the village knows that Meng Wantang's house has been filled with fragrance every day recently.

"Cook it all night? Is that impossible?"

Someone questioned.

Just as Ma Qiang was about to speak, he saw Meng Wantang riding a bicycle and ringing the bell arrogantly.