Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Xia Mingshuang planned to use roundabout tactics to conquer the two brats.

The daughter and Xiao Zhuang are easy to talk to. They are already of the same mind as her. Although Dazhuang and Er Zhuang seem to be towards her, when will they separate?

After all, the little boys are all playful, and they can help her with her work, but if she lets them study hard and doesn't allow them to play too exciting things, then they are likely to have objections to her and get angry with her. The relationship is at a freezing point again.

According to the original plot, these two boys are the villains.

The reason why a person becomes a villain is not only due to the environment but also partly due to himself.

He is strong, rebellious, adventurous, and pursues excitement. He is full of personal heroism. He never hides from trouble and always faces it head-on. He will suffer losses whenever he fails to protect himself.

Erzhuang is smart and sinister. He seems gentle and considerate, but in fact he is smooth and rebellious. He looks down on others. Except for him and his eldest brother, everyone else is a fool. If he is so arrogant and arrogant, sooner or later he will suffer.

She must conquer these two naughty boys before that happens. She doesn't have any common interests with them. The only way is to seduce the two boys' stomachs with delicious food.

Your reason may not surrender, but your stomach will. When it's time to eat, you will think about delicious food. If you go to someone else's house and you can't eat such good food, your stomach will still protest.

Plan pass!

Xia Mingshuang looked at the two brothers with more kind and gentle eyes.

Dazhuang and Erzhuang, who were devouring their food, felt the strangeness in Xia Mingshuang's eyes. They couldn't help but hesitate when holding the wontons with their chopsticks. The two brothers raised their heads and looked at Xia Mingshuang opposite.

Da Zhuang: "Mother?"

Erzhuang: "Mom, the dumplings are so delicious!"

Little Zaizai: "Wontons."

Miao Miao smiled and said, "Today, my mother is making wontons, not dumplings." She had already heard what her brother said.

Da Zhuang: "Wonton? What is this?"

Miaomiao: "It's just wontons, the art teacher said so."

Da Zhuang: "Said?"

Miaomiao: "Haha."

Erzhuang grinned hurriedly and tried to smooth things over for his eldest brother. He was good at Chinese and math, but he didn't take art and music classes at all. "Yes, it's wontons. Did you forget, eldest brother? You told me that before."

Da Zhuang: "I never said that."

Er Zhuang: "..."

Xia Mingshuang laughed and said, "Just tell me whether the wontons are delicious."

Da Zhuang then picked one up and chewed it slowly, "Well, it's fresh. It tastes like dumplings, but the skin is juicy." He was used to eating dried dumplings since he was a child.

Erzhuang: "The wonton wrappers are also delicious, thinner, smoother, and even chewy."

Miaomiao was also surprised, "Mom, how did you make this wonton wrapper? Is it better than dumpling wrapper?"

Xia Mingshuang: "The dumpling wrappers made this way are just as delicious, but you haven't eaten them before. I will make them for you in the future."

The dumplings the children used to eat were made from coarsely ground wheat flour, not refined flour.

Now she asked Zhao Juying to help with grinding. In order to improve the texture of the flour, she asked Zhao Juying to sift it twice more. The flour that came out in this way was several times finer than before. The flour contained high gluten content and the dough was not easy to break when rolled out. It was also more flexible and tasted better. .

She also added eggs and salt to the dough, which naturally made the dough more chewy, smooth and elastic.

After listening to Xia Mingshuang's introduction, Miao Miao nodded repeatedly.

Erzhuang: "..." Good guy, if you calculate it this way, one hundred pounds of wheat will produce more than ten pounds of flour less than before, and eggs will also have to be spent.

But, it’s so delicious!

The wontons were delicious and the soup was especially sweet. He couldn't stop eating.

In the end, everyone had a round belly after eating, rubbing their stomachs and burping.

After cleaning up after the meal, Xia Mingshuang asked Miaomiao to take her little Zaizai to take a nap, and then said to her two sons: "I'm tired from harvesting crops. Even if I don't sleep at noon and lie down and stare for a while, my body and brain can rest. No matter what I do in the afternoon, I can rest." Spirit."

Da Zhuang: "Oh." He took his coat and planned to go to the fields.

Erzhuang: "Mom, my eldest brother means that we are in good health, we are energetic even without sleeping, and we are not sleepy at all."

Good health is like this.

Xia Mingshuang deliberately said with a straight face: "Have a rest and then go. In the afternoon I will make pork liver and stew pig tails. Don't you want to eat them?"

Karma?

Have you eaten such sweet wontons and pork liver and pig tails?

Erzhuang immediately winked at his eldest brother, telling him to be discerning and not to offend his mother, otherwise he would not be able to eat delicious meat.

Although I don’t know why my mother’s cooking suddenly tastes so much better than before, how could I miss the stewed meat?

Da Zhuang glanced at Er Zhuang, then at Xia Mingshuang, and decided to compromise for the sake of meat.

He never takes a nap, even in the middle of summer when he either runs out to eat cicadas or plays in the river, he doesn't feel sleepy in the afternoon.

He feels that taking a nap is a waste of life. If you are dead, you can sleep forever. Why do you want to sleep so much when you are alive?

But since my mother threatens me with stewed pig tail, I still have to listen to her.

I took a nap until about 01:30, and the production team blew the whistle at almost two o'clock to start work.

The brigade usually plays "The East Is Red" at 7 a.m., "Sailing the Sea Depends on the Helmsman" at [-] noon, and other songs at [-] p.m. During the autumn harvest, it will also play for a while at [-], [-], and [-] p.m.

It is said that in villages with radio broadcasts, you can listen to the radio in the morning, noon and evening. Unfortunately, the Gujialing production team does not have electricity, and there is not even a team house, let alone a member's home.

There is no electricity in Gujialing, and naturally there are no loudspeakers for electric broadcasts.

However, the Gujialing and Yangshuling brigade were not far apart, and they could almost hear some movement when the brigade broadcasted.

Before going to work, Xia Mingshuang gave them a chicken cake each, and naturally they received rainbow farts from Er Zhuang, Miao Miao was moved to tears, and Da Zhuang's apparent silence actually made his pupils tremble - his mother really loved them.

Xia Mingshuang wanted to keep the remaining chicken cakes for comparison with the chicken cakes she made tomorrow.

Xia Mingshuang wanted Miaomiao to rest at home, but Miaomiao refused.

Miaomiao asked Xia Mingshuang to cook and watch her brother at home, while she went to pick cotton, which was the opposite of what other families did.

Xia Mingshuang was not afraid of other people's jokes, but she didn't want to lose to a few children. In the afternoon, she put on a straw hat and took her little Zaizai to the fields to pick cotton.

She won't lose to a few children, right?

Captain Gu and others were shocked when they saw Xia Mingshuang coming to work. It was really raining red.

Captain Gu looked kindly at Xia Mingshuang and asked her to pick cotton with Miaomiao and other children.

Most of the people picking cotton here are old people and children, and all the strong laborers have gone to harvest the crops.

Facts have proved that Xia Mingshuang is really not suitable for farm work. She is not lazy and slippery.

Picking cotton requires you to bend down all the time, and the original owner had given birth to four children, and his back ached so much that he couldn't bear it after a while.

She gritted her teeth and persisted. Looking around, there were either hunched old women or half-grown children in the cotton field. We couldn't let them laugh, right?

Miaomiao had been caring about Xia Mingshuang. When she saw this, she immediately knew what was going on. She carefully separated the cotton plants and walked to Xia Mingshuang. "Mom, give me the bag. You can take my little brother home to cook."

Xia Mingshuang tried to show off, "It's okay, mother can persist."

Miaomiao persuaded in a low voice: "Mom, didn't you say stewed pig tail? It needs to be stewed for a while, right?"