Chapter 90

At about twelve o'clock, Zhong Jianguo got out of the car and saw a group of children sitting under a big tree not far away, paddling their feet, squinting, looking into the distance, and then turned around and entered the room: "Mr. Song, your son is here again. Expansion?"

Song Zhaodi was making buns and didn't hear clearly: "Your regiment has expanded its army? Are you going to fight again?"

"Don't be rude. It's just been two days and you're fighting again, so you're not afraid that your man will die from exhaustion." Zhong Jianguo saw that there was a glass of water on the table, so he drank it, "I just saw that there must be a dozen or so children beside Dawa. , he won't tell books outside, will he?"

Song Zhaodi's eyelids jumped twice, and she raised her head: "No, self-reliance and rebirth are also there. They will remind Dawa to stop. Wash your hands and help me make buns."

"How come it's not as big as an egg." Zhong Jianguo glanced at it, "Your bag is so small, and there are so many people in our family, how much is enough to eat."

Song Zhaodi thought about it: "One hundred."

"Cough!" Zhong Jianguo quickly covered his mouth, "One, one hundred?!"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "I only pack twenty. If you still want to eat on time, roll out the dough for me."

Zhong Jianguo got up to wash his hands, and when he came back and sat next to Song Zhaodi, he realized that something was wrong: "Stuffing with bean curd oil residue?"

"Have you ever eaten fried buns?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "I've heard of it, but I've never eaten it."

"Want to eat?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

Zhong Jianguo couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Song, try it for the first time. How can you guarantee that it's delicious?"

"No guarantee." Song Zhaodi said, "Just ask if you want to eat it."

Zhong Jianguo: "Don't go around me. Tell me how to roll."

"Roll it into a round shape, which is slightly thicker than the dumpling skin." Song Zhaodi said, "By the way, are the pots in your cooking class bigger than ours?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "A 200-pound pig can be bathed in it. Why are you asking this?"

"Bought or made to order?" Song Zhaodi asked again.

Zhong Jianguo: "Of course it's made to order. It's not available on the market."

"Help me make a frying pan." Song Zhaodi said, "It doesn't need to be too big, just fifty centimeters in diameter. By the way, add a pan."

Zhong Jianguo stopped, tilted his head and looked at Song Zhaodi: "I said, you were a fool in your last life, a designer in the fashion circle, and you are an intellectual in this life, like a scorpion, I grew up so much I saw it once at Dawa's grandma's house, and I still don't know how to cook. How can you know better than me?"

"Because I've lived a lifetime longer than you." Song Zhaodi said, pausing for a while, "Captain Zhong, don't you suspect that I was not a fashion designer before, but a chef, right?"

Zhong Jianguo: "I believe you used to be a tailor."

"Tailor?!" Song Zhaodi stared, "Say it again!"

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly handed her the dough: "Designer, designer. National player, okay?"

"Almost." Song Zhaodi said, realizing that what she said was too natural, and explained, "If I live another 30 years, I should be able to become the first person in the industry."

Zhong Jianguo snorted, "You're fat and you're panting." After a while, "I hear you say that you need a frying pan to make pan-fried buns? We don't have a frying pan at home. Is it very troublesome to do this?"

"It's very troublesome." Song Zhaodi said, "If you have a frying pan, you can do it twice."

Zhong Jianguo replied, "If you don't have it, ten times?"

"Almost." Song Zhaodi thought for a moment, "I'll call in a few children, you guys, I'll do it?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded.

Song Zhaodi stood at the gate and shouted, "Dad, stand on your own and eat."

"What are you going to eat?" When the plate was stuffed into Gengsheng's arms, the big boy ran over.

Song Zhaodi said loudly, "Fried buns."

"What is a fried bun? Erwa." Ma Zhenxing grabbed Erwa.

Erwa shook her head: "I don't know. It's delicious anyway."

"Can I eat at your house?" Ma Zhenxing asked.

Erwa said without thinking, "No. My mother can do it, your mother will definitely do it, ask your mother to do it for you." After that, she ran home.

Around one o'clock, the seven family members of the Zhong family drank white rice porridge, ate fried buns with eggs and tofu, and patted cucumbers.

Sister-in-law Chen of the Lin family next door to the Zhong family was about to faint. At the Ma's house 100 meters away, Zhou Shufen was about to cry.

At half past one, Zhou Shufen took her son's hand and said, "Come on, follow me to Zhong's house."

Ma Zhenxing didn't understand: "Why go to Zhong's house?"

"Aren't you going to eat some burnt leaves, fried buns?" Zhou Shufen said, "Go to Zhong's house to eat."

Ma Zhenxing shook off Zhou Shufen's hand: "If I want to go with you, I won't go."

Zhou Shufen turned to her younger son, "Do you want to eat?"

Ma Zhengang nodded: "I want to eat. Mom can't make it?"

"I've never heard of fried buns, how can I make them for you?" Zhou Shufen glared at what others were eating, and asked her eldest son what to eat, "I'm going to learn how to make fried buns with Teacher Song."

Ma Zhenxing thought about it: "Then I'll go with you."

Seeing Zhong Jianguo eating, Song Zhaodi rubbed her stomach, her eyes were still fixed on the steamed buns in the plate, her forehead was black: "It's not some delicacies from the mountains and seas. Tofu, lard residue, eggs and noodles, you can make them anytime you want. As for how you behave. It's like eating the last meal but not the next."

"It's common to use materials, but it takes time to make this stuff." Zhong Jianguo glanced at Song Zhaodi, "You talk about cooking all day to see your mood. I always feel that I have to wait until the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th next time."

Song Zhaodi handed him the plate: "Eat it all at once?"

"No, no, I can't eat it." Zhong Jianguo was talking, and seeing Dawa's movements, he slapped him on the hand, "Put it down."

The big baby screamed and covered her hands: "Dad, what are you doing?"

"You eat too much." Song Zhaodi said, "Your father is afraid that you will burst your stomach. Drink water later."

Zhong Dawa was embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Dad."

"One is more stupid than the other." Song Zhaodi pointed to the row of sons, "Your dad only ate ten or so, and you each killed ten." After a while, "How could I have a bunch of stupid sons like you."

"I'm not stupid." Sanwa stretched out her finger, "Mother, I ate six, but not ten. Self-reliant brother ate—hic..."

Zi Li's face turned red, and he lowered his head subconsciously, thinking that Song Zhaodi would not be able to see him by doing so.

Song Zhaodi shook her head and sighed, picked up two dishes, raised her head, and opened her eyes wide: "Why are you walking silently?"

"It's you who didn't hear it." Zhou Shufen came in. "You're holding a fried bun, right? Put it down and give our family a try."

Erwa said loudly, "No!"

"It doesn't matter." Song Zhaodi said, "You can go to revitalize the family later and see what delicious food is in his vegetable garden. Pick some and I will make something delicious for you." After speaking, she put down the two dishes. , turned the chopsticks over and handed them to Ma Zhenxing and Ma Zhengang.

The two brothers looked at Zhou Shufen subconsciously.

Zhou Shufen nodded.

Ma Zhenxing let out a shy smile: "Thank you, Teacher Song."

"Didn't your family cook at noon?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhou Shufen: "Miscellaneous steamed buns and steamed fish. I don't want to eat fish, so I have to make them fried buns." Pointing to the contents of the plate, "If you want to say fried buns, just say fried buns. Why something."

"Then why don't you do it for Ma Zhenxing?" Dawa asked.

Zhou Shufen choked.

Zhong Jianguo was amused, and patted Dawa on the back of the head, "You can't be rude. It's time for you to take a nap."

"Can't sleep." The big boy said, "Dad don't touch me, it's uncomfortable."

Zhou Shufen thought of what she had just heard: "Eating too much?"

"These children are more stupid than the other." Song Zhaodi said, "If you catch something delicious, you must eat it up to your throat. When you can't eat it any more, you put down your chopsticks."

Zhou Shufen looked at the five children of the Zhong family: "It's really stupid."

"You're stupid!" Sanwa said, "You can't even make fried buns."

Zhou Shufen took a breath: "Believe it or not, I'll beat you? Sanwazi."

"My mother is here." Sanwa was not afraid, tilted her head and said, "Try hitting me."

Zhou Shufen slapped the table angrily.

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Why are you arguing with him, he's still five years old."

"It's not me who said that the children in your family will be very angry." Zhou Shufen glanced at the big baby, "If it were my family, I would have to beat him three times a day."

The big baby hummed: "I don't even know how to make fried buns, so I'm embarrassed to beat people up. Ma Zhenxing is really pitiful."

Zhou Shufen choked.

Song Zhaodi supported her forehead and smiled, "What are you trying to do? Zhenxing, Zhengang, eat less, I'll get you some burnt leaves later."

"Thank you, Teacher Song." Ma Zhenxing said quickly.

Song Zhaodi got up and went to the kitchen, and took four burnt leaves and put them in the hands of the two brothers: "You can make these things if you have flour and oil at home. When you are free, you can also make some for them. It will save your children from drooling. ."

"Apart from your family, no one can make our children drool." Zhou Shufen said angrily, "I'll lock them up in the house on Sundays in the future. I'll see how greedy you are."

Song Zhaodi disagreed: "The child is not a prisoner, you can't do this."

Zhou Shufen also said casually, seeing the new clothes on the baby: "I'll go home to get the cloth later, will you cut two sets for me?" Pointing at the baby.

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Yes, but you can't be seen by others."

"I know." Zhou Shufen never dreamed that Song Zhaodi's "planned for a long time" today, deliberately disturbed the children of various families.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi helped her to cut two sets of clothes. Zhou Shufen left with the basket on her shoulders, leaving all the five tomatoes in the basket to Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi made a scrambled egg with tomatoes in the evening, steamed some rice, and after the whole family ate it, she took a bath and went to bed. There are so many soldiers at home, and they are still talking about what they eat.

If Song Zhaodi made pork and chicken, the children would not dare to go home and make trouble. Because the kids know that meat is hard to buy.

But Song Zhaodi made coke leaves and tofu buns, which are all too common. If you don't do it as a mother, five or six-year-old children really think that their own mother is not as good as someone else's stepmother.

Fifteen or sixteen years old, a teenager as old as Lin Zhong, thought his mother was stupid and couldn't even make tofu fried buns.

In the era of scarcity, whoever eats a meal of meat can become the envy of all children.

Even if Song Zhaodi didn't go out to find out, she could guess how big a chain reaction she would bring. However, no matter if the boss was arguing about what she did, or the western family was arguing, Teacher Xiao Song still went his own way - whoever made her unhappy, she would change the law to make everyone unhappy.

At the end of August, the summer vacation was over, and Mrs. Duan also went away. Because Liu Ping gave birth, she was worried about Liu Ping and planned to take care of him for half a month.

When Mrs. Duan left, she said that Liu Ping was born prematurely. People on the island thought that Liu Ping had a hard life. After all, she was not a good match for her husband, so they didn't think much about it.

Sister-in-law Duan left, and there was no one to cook at home. Master Liu moved to the camp, and no one ate the vegetables in her garden. Sister-in-law Chen once saw Song Zhaodi and told her that it was a pity that the tomatoes were rotten, and it was a pity that the cucumbers were rotten.

Song Zhaodi told Sister Chen that it was not a pity that Sister Duan gave her the key when she left.

The next morning, watching Sister Chen washing vegetables in the yard, Song Zhaodi went back to the house to find the keys, and went to Liu's courtyard to pick a basket of tomatoes and cucumbers in front of her.

Zhong Jianguo was drying his clothes when he saw Song Zhaodi come in with a basket full of melons and fruits. He subconsciously went to pick her up, turned his head and noticed that Sister Chen's face was ugly, and asked in a low voice, "You blocked her again?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "She is thinking about the dishes in Aunt Liu's courtyard. Now that the dishes have been picked by me, it is estimated that she will be uncomfortable for several days."

Zhong Jianguo didn't understand: "There are three people in their family, can't they eat all the vegetables they grow?"

"If you get someone who is cheap and good-looking, leave her alone." Song Zhaodi said, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhong Jianguo: "Do whatever you want. It's a bit boring today, and I have no appetite. Don't do too much."

Song Zhaodi thought about it, sliced ​​cucumbers, diced long beans, made scrambled eggs with cucumbers and scrambled beans, and cooked a pot of white rice porridge.

Two pots of yellow and green vegetables and white rice porridge were served on the table. It was really refreshing. Zhong Jianguo swallowed, rubbed his stomach, and said to Song Zhaodi, "Give me a steamed bun, I can't get enough of the porridge."

Song Zhaodi: "No hot steamed buns."

"Why?" Dawa didn't understand.

Song Zhaodi: "Your father said that the weather is boring and he has no appetite."

"Dad!" Zhong Dawa turned to Zhong Jianguo, "You don't have an appetite, we have an appetite."

Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly, a little embarrassed: "Your mother did it on purpose, she just wanted to see you arguing with me."

"Dad, I heard you talking to your mother." Erwa said, "Fortunately, mother didn't listen to you and cooked a pot of porridge. Otherwise, we wouldn't have to eat."

The big baby shook his head and sighed: "Second baby, don't say it. This is our father. If we talk too much, others think it's the stepfather."

"Your brothers run against me again and again, and the food will be eaten up by self-reliance and regeneration." Zhong Jianguo snorted.

Zhong Dawa turned her head and saw that it was amazing, the scrambled egg with beans is missing a piece? She quickly picked up the chopsticks, her cheeks bulging like a hamster, and only then did Zhong Dawa slow down.

In the blink of an eye, the pot of scrambled eggs with beans and bean sprouts disappeared, and Song Zhaodi couldn't help sighing: "How can I raise a son, it's like raising five little tigers."