Chapter 108 What’s wrong with the mother’s legs
At ten o’clock at noon, a large pot was set up on the threshing floor. The master chef put the blanched mutton on the chopping board and carefully removed the meat. Several large bones were thrown into the pot and continued to cook, and a large basin of onions and ginger was also poured in.
The master chef sliced half of the meat and kept the other half for eating at night. If he picked out some good meat, put it in a bowl and put it aside. He listened to Shen Meng's advice and found someone to chop the meat into fine pieces. Lamb bones were ground with a stone mortar, then added with stick noodles and onion, ginger and radish to make radish bone paste balls.
Originally, he thought Zhenping’s wife was lying, but for Lu Zhenping’s sake, he still tried it, but he didn’t expect it to work.
Put the chopped cabbage, radish, and vermicelli into the pot. Finally, throw in the sliced mutton. After the pot boils, thicken the soup and pour a spoonful of sesame oil and mutton soup. The smell is really fragrant.
This big iron pot was used for big pot rice in the past. One pot was enough for the people in the village. As for who had more meat in the bowl and who had less meat in the bowl, he couldn't guarantee it.
The news of going to the wheat field to drink mutton soup at noon today was notified early in the morning, so after work, everyone came to the wheat field with their own bowls and basins.
The master chef saw that it was done and poured the chopped garlic sprouts into the pot.
"The mutton soup is good! Everyone is queuing up to eat!"
The people who came early stretched their heads to look at the iron pot, and then turned around excitedly and said to the people behind them : “You can see at a glance that it’s all meat, and it’s very thick. If you go home and add some vegetables, you can have a filling meal!”
As soon as the person in front shouted, the people waiting behind became even more anxious, and they all wanted to take a look, but they arrived late, so they could only queue at the back.
When Lu Zhenping and Shen Meng came, the master shouted to them.
"Zhenping is here, come here quickly, I have left a bowl of blanched mutton for your family. They are all good. You can have two more meals later, hahaha!"
Before Lu Zhenping could speak, the man at the head of the queue stopped directly in front of Lu Zhenping.
“Ahem, what do you mean? What is handed over to the production team belongs to the collective. How can we take it back? Is this cutting off the tail of socialism?”< br>
"Scorpion, go away. This mutton was given to you by Ren Zhenping. What if you just take some of it back? How can you still criticize others after you eat their food?"
"That's up to you. Don’t you understand? He’s just jealous. He’s such a lazy bear. He’s lying dead at home every day. , When have you ever been to the ground? Zhen Ping is very capable, so he is jealous."
"That's right, how can you say that to someone? Besides, he didn't get much. If it were me, I would. I have to take some back. Such old meat was given out for no reason. I only eat it at home. Take a few bites and think about it, will you feel happy?”
“That’s true, but what the leper said is not unreasonable. The mutton has been given to the production team, that is, production. It belongs to the team, to the collective, to everyone. It would really be inappropriate to take some of this back. , Zhenping, why don't you just stop asking for it, and just pour this bowl of meat into the pot, so as to save others from gossiping."
The master also had a cold face, and these gossips were still talking. Not wanting to bully Lu Zhenping, he poured the bowl of meat into the pot so that he could have one more bite.
Haha, he had to take a closer look. Those people were gossiping, and when they were making mutton soup, they were not allowed to eat a piece of meat. He had been cooking for so many years, and he was very skilled in the art of making rice. He asked Whoever can have more meat in his bowl will have more meat. He thought those people would not be able to eat it, and those people would not be able to take a bite. Shen Mengchao silently rolled his eyes at the person who said he had put the meat into the pot. He was probably not using a provocative method!
"Jingjing, who is talking nonsense here? I asked the master to keep this bowl of meat, just for the Zhenping family. Hehehehe, he has only been home for a few days and he can let everyone eat it. Serve the meat and have a drink on this chilly day. The mutton soup warms your whole body. After eating, lie down and go to work in the afternoon to earn work points. If you have to find trouble, if anyone is dissatisfied, then don't eat it. Go away with the job you are holding. Humph, just gossip. People don’t think carefully either. Thinking about it, if I feel so depressed just for a bowl of meat, will there be a future? If I get something good next time, will I still be able to think about you? If you don’t want to eat it, get out of here!”
Lu Debang was very angry. As soon as he and Zhang Hongfa came over, he heard the commotion in the wheat field. He thought they were grateful to Zhenping for his selfless dedication to everyone, but he didn't expect to hear this. Such sarcastic remarks.
When Lezi saw that it was the village chief and party secretary, he shrank his neck and stepped aside, but his gurgling eyes were still staring at Lu Zhenping and his wife.
The latter didn't even look at him, he just stood at the head with the sand basin. After the master filled the mutton soup for him, he gestured to Shen Meng, took the bowl of meat and left. Wei didn't say anything and just walked away gracefully.
That group of people looked at each other a little bit.
Zhang Hongfa let out a "hum" and raised his hand to the master chef, who held a huge spoon and started to serve the people in line.
Those who had a lot of meat in their bowls were extremely happy and returned home happily holding their bowls or sand basins. As for those who couldn’t see the meat even after stirring, they were naturally unhappy and directly Found the master.
His anger finally found a place to vent.
"What are you calling me? I divided such a big pot of mutton soup ladle by ladle. Do I know which ones have meat and which ones don't? When I served you the soup, I didn't shake the spoon. You know it yourself." "
The words of the master made the caller feel confused, isn't that the case? How can I feel comfortable when I see such old meat in other people's bowls?
The master chef didn't care about them. He was sure that even if they thought wildly, they would never think of the unique skill of beating rice with a spoon.
As soon as Lu Zhenping and Shen Meng arrived at the door of their home, they saw the Lu family walking toward the threshing floor with bowls and basins. Lu Jiasheng greeted them happily, and Liu Sanjin didn't even look at them. She was angry with them, thinking that even if she handed over the sheep, why couldn't she keep some for the family? She didn't think about her parents at all.
Ming Yang and Mingliang's four children were all waiting in the main room. There were baskets of sesame pancakes beside them. They were so fragrant that they didn't even get started, so they were just waiting for this bowl of mutton soup.
Shen Meng took a sip and tasted it first, then frowned. The taste was bland and had a slight fishy smell, so it wasn't very tasty.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to the kitchen to get some seasoning."
She walked slowly towards the kitchen, behind her Liangliang looked at her back for a while, and then said: "Mom's legs Are you injured? Why don't you look strong when walking?"
Chen Meng's face turned red when he heard this, and he staggered and almost fell down.
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