Courtyard: Complain first at the beginning

The third aunt was cooking rice-treasure porridge in front of her stove. However, her rice-treasure porridge had too much water, which made it feel like a clear soup with too little water. The main purpose was to fill the stomach with water.

She had already smelled the aroma of that bun, and she could guess who made it? I've already cursed in my heart, but it's a pity that it's useless to scold me anymore. I can't eat it.

When I saw Mrs. Jia looking around in the yard, I knew what was going on. She didn't say anything and just looked at it. From time to time, she used fire to fiddle with the firewood.

When Mrs. Jia discovered that the scent came from Zhao Xiaotang's house, she was immediately frightened by the idea of ​​taking advantage of her, but both her mouth and heart were filled with greed.

In the end, the struggle lasted no more than five seconds before he was defeated by Greedy and walked towards Zhao Xiaotang's house.

Zhao Xiaotang was looking at the time. The buns would be ready soon. She was focusing all her attention on the buns, and she didn't notice anyone coming at the door at all.

"dong dong dong"

"Who is it?"

Zhao Xiaotang heard someone knocking on the door and asked casually. Today she did not use a coal stove but an earth stove, so she took out the firewood from the fire pit while asking who it was.

As a result, the person outside the door did not speak, but continued to knock on the door. Zhao Xiaotang thought that the other person did not hear, so he took out the unburned firewood, put down the tongs, and then went over to open the door. The person outside the door really surprised her.

'Are you so good at your craft? Has the aroma of the steamed buns spread to the middle courtyard? '

"Xiaotang! Are you making buns at home? Your Aunt Jia didn't eat at noon today. Can you ask me for two buns?"

Mrs. Jia didn't say a word after knocking on the door. It wasn't that she didn't hear the other party's inquiry, but she was afraid that Zhao Xiaotang wouldn't open the door at all if he knew who it was.

Now seeing the door open, he held back a smile and stretched his head to ask Zhao Xiaotang,

"I'm sorry! This bun is not mine. I made it for someone else. I don't dare to give it as a favor."

Zhao Xiaotang said impatiently, I really didn't expect this person to be so thick-skinned. Both parties knew the relationship between the two families. If you are like this, you can still come to ask for food. Where does the face come from?

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Mrs. Jia's expression suddenly changed. She thought that the other party rejected her on purpose. After all, who would leave the food to others these days?

"If you don't give it, you won't give it. What kind of excuse are you making? If someone asked you to help them do it, then why didn't you do it at their house and you even got the things back? Who would believe it!"

Mrs. Jia rolled her eyes to the sky and said angrily,

"It's none of your business. Why do you think the food is sour when you beg for food? Besides, I said I cook for others, and I do it for others. Why don't you go and ask? Is that true?"

Zhao Xiaotang's words were thrown back unceremoniously. It can be said that Mrs. Jia has only suffered a loss in this girl's movie in this small life. This time she came again. She was very angry. When she heard what the other party said, she beat her to death. He didn’t believe it, so he opened his mouth and asked:

"Then tell me who it is that asked you to help? I'll go and ask."

Mrs. Jia believed that the other party was making excuses, but she didn't expect that Zhao Xiaotang's words were such that she couldn't find anything to say for a long time.

"Director Wang from the subdistrict office asked me to steam the buns for her. If you don't believe me, go ask yourself."

After saying that, he ignored the other party and closed the door directly.

Mrs. Jia choked at what the other party said and went to the street office to ask Director Wang about such a thing. Naturally, she would not go.

But she couldn't suppress this feeling in her heart. She wanted to make the other party disrespect the elders, but she also knew that she was not responsible for it. If she really wanted to make a fuss, she was afraid that the other party would ignore it and go to her house to smash it up again.

I can only hold back this breath, thinking that when my son comes back, we must find a way to deal with this ungrateful girl.

At this time, Qin Huairu came back with a basket of radishes. She was a little surprised to see her mother-in-law in front.

"Mom, why are you here?"

As she spoke, she walked towards her mother-in-law. As soon as Mother-in-law Jia, who was already upset because she didn't have the buns she wanted, heard her daughter-in-law's voice, she immediately erupted like an erupting volcano reaching its critical point.

"Where did you lazy mother-in-law go? You procrastinated buying groceries for a long time without seeing anyone. I am starving to death waiting for you to take care of me. Don't you know what time it is?"

Even though Qin Huairu was used to the other party's attitude towards her, she was still a little embarrassed to be in such a large public place. Tears of grievance filled her eyes.

"Mom, how could you say that to me? Besides, you said it would be two cents cheaper to buy groceries in the afternoon. I didn't even have time to eat lunch, so I went to buy groceries..."

"You've learned to talk back. Your Qin family are really good tutors. As a mother-in-law, I can't even say a few words..."

As soon as Mrs. Jia heard that the other party dared to speak to her, she immediately became angry. Regardless, she put her hands on her hips and pointed at the other party and started to curse. Later, she sat down on the ground and slapped her thighs with both hands to start summoning dead souls.

From time to time, he adds a few words of dissatisfaction with his daughter-in-law, scolding her for what she did wrong? Where is the lack of filial piety?

Qin Huairu felt aggrieved and a little embarrassed. She wanted to go back directly, but she was afraid that others would say that she didn't care about her mother-in-law, so she had to stand there muttering, with tears falling down her face.

She didn't let go of the basket of radishes she was holding on her arm. This aggrieved look, coupled with the image of Mrs. Jia as an evil mother-in-law, made her look like an oppressed daughter-in-law in the old society.

But in the eyes of Mrs. Jia, she really hated this scene, and her words became even more unclean, trying to arouse some resonance,

The gate of the courtyard was wide open. It was the Laba Festival again, and soon a large number of people gathered around. There were people from the courtyard and other courtyards, all watching the fun.

Of course, there are many people who think the same way as Mrs. Jia. For example, there are many elderly mothers-in-law and people with old ideas.

Everyone’s pointing fingers make the new generation of young men dare to be angry but dare not speak out.

Zhao Xiaotang went back and took out the buns one by one and put them in a small bamboo basket. She used an old-fashioned steamer with five layers in total. One layer can hold more than 20.

So don’t make too many buns. Just put a basket of buns in the space. You can take them out if you want to eat them later, and they will still look great when they are freshly baked.

Keep ten of the remaining buns, and put the rest into bamboo baskets, which are to be sent to the street office.

When I came out with the basket, I saw everyone gathered around in the courtyard.

Mrs. Jia seemed to have received some kind of divine help. She was crying about how unfilial her daughter-in-law was, how the man died early, how she had pooped and peed, raised the child, and then married a wife.

Jia Dongxu saw this scene when he came back. Just now when he saw people surrounding him, he had a bad intuition, especially since he could vaguely hear his mother's voice inside.

If it weren't for the fact that there were several co-workers and neighbors beside him, he would have really wanted to pretend that he didn't know him and just turn around and leave.

The people's comments were even louder, which made him feel extremely embarrassed even as a grown man.

I don’t know what’s going on lately, but her mother is always acting like a monster. She’ll yell at her if the food is salty or bland. The Chinese New Year is about to come, so why not make her a new dress? She thinks the difference in color is for her. The defective product she bought was dishonest,

After a while, he said that the stitches were too thin and could not be worn for long?

After talking about the pinching of the shoes and all the other things, Jia Dongxu felt that he had never been so sad.