Chapter 338 The Fu Family's Comfortable Life
Lu Miao could feel his satisfaction and comfort, and her heart couldn't help but soften.
Except for his family, Fu Jingyou takes everything lightly.
Lu Miao knew that he didn't care much about those words outside.
But she didn’t allow it.
Don't allow him to be wronged.
"From now on, you protect the family, and I will protect you, okay?"
Lu Miao completely relaxed in Fu Jingyou's arms, and whispered coquettishly, but her words were extremely domineering:
"I don't want you to be wronged. No one is allowed to bully you except me."
"Yes."
The latter smiled dumbly and nodded solemnly.
I got up too early in the morning and ran around all day long.
Now lying on the bed, satisfied physically and mentally, in an extremely warm and comfortable environment, Fu Jingyou dozed off first and fell into a deep sleep.
Lu Miao rested her head on his arm and followed closely behind.
A good night's sleep without any dreams.
The next morning after breakfast, Ma Tianzao came over as usual.
After teaching her simple descriptive grammar, Lu Miao began to set the scope framework.
Explain to her the more practical techniques at the moment.
“I told you the description method before, but if it is an interview question, for example, if you are asked to write about a character, appearance description is secondary, just one or two sentences will suffice.”
“The important thing is to portray the inner. What is the inner? The spirit of tenacity, loyalty and selfless dedication, and the firm will, these are the inner.”
Everyone in this era has a red and passionate heart. What Lu Miao said is not difficult to understand.
Ma Tianzao nodded thoughtfully.
"Think about it first. If you don't understand anything, just ask me."
"Okay."
Lu Miao taught seriously, and her face was as white as warm jade. He had an expression of concentration that he had never seen before.
She focused on teaching Ma Tianzao, while Fu Jingyou was busy applying salt to make bacon, his smile etching her facial contours and body shape.
The pigs were slaughtered at home yesterday, and the people in the team who bought the meat basically wrote down the accounts first.
Today, people are coming one after another with money and tickets.
If Fu Jingyouteng doesn't take action, Lu Miao needs to get up to settle the accounts and collect the money, and cross out the names in the book.
Someone would come every five or ten minutes, and Lu Miao got up over and over again.
Seeing that she was busy, Ma Tianzao said to go back and memorize it by herself, and come back if there was anything she didn't understand.
Lu Miao thought about it.
The Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer, and there are more and more things to do in every household. Lu Miao did not leave Ma Tianzao.
For a pig weighing 200 to 300 kilograms, 176 kilograms were taken out, excluding the pig water and the amount reserved for the house.
The prices for those with tickets and those without tickets are different. Anyway, Lin Lin finally made a calculation and got one hundred and thirty-two yuan and eighty-eight cents.
The money from selling piglets is back, and the hard work of the past year and a half is not a loss.
Fu Jingyou looked at the thick pile of dimes neatly arranged in Lu Miao's hand:
"If I add a little more money to it, I can buy you a sewing machine."
"You can't get along with a sewing machine. The one who shouts and kills you every day just wants to buy it."
Lu Miao glanced at him angrily and sorted out all the coupons that were about to expire.
Fu Jingyou touched his nose, smiled and said nothing.
Bacon needs to be dried. Although the family has just killed the pig, it is really eye-catching to carry out such meat.
Fu Jingyou stopped tinkering in front of the door and went to the backyard to temporarily install two tripods.
A bamboo pole is placed across the middle, and the meat, which has been strung with a rope and smeared with salt, is hung up to dry in the wind.
The pork suet left yesterday has not been processed yet.
Lu Miao was taking care of the child, but Fu Jingyou didn't tell her, lest she come over and get her hands dirty.
Fu Jingyou washed the suet, cut it into small pieces, and simmered it slowly in the pot. More than ten kilograms of pork suet, half of which was originally planned to be given to the He family.
It was too late yesterday, so I pretended to have forgotten in a hurry.
It’s not embarrassing now, and it wouldn’t be appropriate to send it there again.
It's better for both of us to stay calm.
During this period, Lu Miao had no time to spare.
The room temporarily opened the door and windows for ventilation, and Lu Miao moved the stove and cage chairs to the kitchen.
I had porridge for breakfast, but lunch has not yet arrived.
There were also a lot of very good quality ribs at home. Lu Miao picked up the fine ribs and asked Fu Jingyou to chop them off.
She went to the room and brought the first and second babies.
Both pots on the stove were occupied with boiling oil, so Lu Miao set up a pot-belly soup pot on the stove, blanched the pork ribs, and then added the underwater pork ribs again.
Add the onion, ginger, star anise, and bay leaves, then add soy sauce, salt, and one and a half tablespoons of sugar.
Turn up the damper to make a strong fire, wait for boiling water to appear in the pot, then close the damper and simmer slowly over low heat.
By the time Fu Jingyou finished boiling ten kilograms of suet, the sauce-flavored pork ribs in the big bone soup pot were also ready.
Ten pounds of suet boiled nearly nine pounds of lard, and the medium-sized pickle jar at home was filled with half a jar.
Fu Jingyou moved Dabao and Erbao aside, put two rags on them, moved the hot jar under the table and let it cool down for storage.
Lu Miao took the time to give him a piece of sauce-flavored pork ribs.
He was not afraid of being burned. He held it in his mouth and "hissed", licked the meat twice and threw the bones into the stove.
"How does it taste? Is it okay?"
"It's delicious!"
Fu Jingyou nodded, very to the point.
It’s really delicious.
The meat is soft and tender, filled with mellow soup, and has a moderate taste with a hint of sweetness.
With a gentle sip, the flesh and bones can be easily separated.
Not only is the mouth-watering dish delicious, its burnt-yellow color is even more tempting.
Fu Jingyou looked at Lu Miao calmly and nakedly, wanting another piece.
Lu Miao didn't notice.
She took a small bowl, took two pieces of spareribs and blew on them. When they were no longer hot, she gave one piece to Dabao and Erbao each.
I don’t know if it’s because of greed or something else, but the big and small babies pursed their lips and drooled a lot.
While they were frowning and chewing their ribs seriously, Lu Miaoteng took out a handkerchief and wiped their saliva.
Fu Jingyou looked at it for a long time, turned away and wanted to scratch his forehead, but withdrew his hand of oil halfway while thinking about it.
The oil has just boiled in the pot and it is still oily inside.
To avoid waste, Fu Jingyou gave up the idea of cooking at noon. Under Lu Miao's command, Fu Jingyou made a pot of pimple soup.
Lu Miao doesn’t like pasta very much, but sometimes pimple soup is really quick and convenient, and it’s not unpalatable.
Often the additional ingredients and side dishes are different, and the taste is also different.
Although it is a very simple food, Lu Miao never feels tired after eating it many times.
Fu Jingyou used to live alone and did everything rough.
Later, with Lu Miao, life gradually became more decent.
The family lives a prosperous life, but in this barren background, prosperity is only relative.
Lu Miao cooks a lot, but with sufficient ingredients, there are really not many opportunities for her to display her "cooking skills".
Every time she does something seriously, Fu Jingyou always cheers her up.
Seeing Fu Jingyou eating deliciously, Lu Miao suddenly felt sorry for him when he was living alone.
In the past, he had a hard time alone, but now he has her and a child.
She must never let him experience that kind of pain again.
Her man loves it, and Fu Jingyou likes to eat it, so she will delve into making it for him.
(End of this chapter)