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

Not to mention Xia Mingshuang, many people in the commune don't call her mom and dad. Local people call her mom and dad. This is a custom.

drink wine? Will you not return until you are drunk? Xia Mingshuang had never been able to say such elegant words before, and she probably had never heard of them.

As for going to work, she shouldn't have said it.

Gu Yunshan thought, this is interesting.

Da Zhuang concluded, "No matter what, my mother is much better than before. She no longer beats or scolds us. She still loves us and cares about us. She is very good!"

He was afraid that his father would be instigated by his mother and sister-in-law to divorce his mother and then marry a stepmother, but he didn't want it!

However, he is relatively reserved emotionally and is too embarrassed to say such emotional things to his father. He just says that his mother is good and cares about them. If they all like him, his father will probably not divorce his mother.

Gu Yunshan didn't know the complex and tortuous inner thoughts of his eldest son. What he thought was that Da Zhuang's words also confirmed Xia Mingshuang's change. This was evidence that she was different.

Something is really wrong with her!

He already had evidence of Xia Mingshuang's change. As for why she had changed and what the secret was, perhaps only she could answer it.

When they got home, Xia Mingshuang was washing her hands with soap, but her hands were covered with lard. At this time, the soap was not effective. After washing for a long time, the hands became sticky.

"Ouch!" She said impatiently, "It's so annoying."

Normally, she would never be so irritable. This was an excuse to vent her dissatisfaction with Gu Yunshan for causing trouble to her.

Gu Yunshan put down the little Zaizai and stepped forward to help, "I'll get you a basin of hot water."

Wash the oil with cold water, and the more you wash it, the more it will condense.

Xia Mingshuang complained subconsciously: "The soap at this time is too difficult to use. The alkaline surface will burn your hands, and there is no washing powder."

Daily cooking is a little greasy, and you have to boil hot water to wash dishes. Without hot water, you can't wash them properly.

If there was dish soap, why would it be so troublesome to use?

Gu Yunshan, with his sharp ears, heard her muttering and turned to look at her. If I heard correctly, she said this? washing powder? Most people think that soap is difficult to use, which means that this soap is difficult to use, but they definitely won’t say that about soap at this time, right? Unless there is that time and other times?

He poured hot water for Xia Mingshuang, then grabbed a handful of plant ash from the unused stove and sprinkled it in. "Rub it with this, then rinse it again and it will be clean."

While Xia Mingshuang was washing, he felt that his head was itchy again, and he always wondered if there were lice on his head.

Many people these days have lice in their hair and bodies.

She was very careful after wearing it, fearing that her family members would also have lice. Fortunately, the original owner paid more attention to hygiene, and the children were also more careful after being educated by Gu Yunshan, but there were no lice. However, this thing is also contagious to each other. Maybe one day the children will be infected by other classmates and bring them back.

Gu Yunshan: "I checked for you. There are no lice. You are itching due to sweating and dust. Just boil water and wash your hair at night."

Xia Mingshuang was right. She was very busy these days. She would sweat when she was tired from work. The wind in the country was strong and the earth stove was dusty, so it was inevitable that ash would fall on her head.

In the city, it might be enough to wash her hair once every three days, but in the country she wished she could wash her hair three times a day.

Miaomiao felt happy when she saw her parents looking so loving. She went into the house and put down her schoolbag, opened the lid of the pot and helped serve porridge and rice.

After the porridge and rice were put out, Miao Miao cleaned the big pot again, added water, then added firewood, and lit the embers to light the fire.

Let the firewood burn slowly while eating, and the water will be heated by then. You can wash your hair and take a bath at night.

Xia Mingshuang was still in a hurry to pack the ingredients, and was a little anxious when eating, thinking that he could just finish the porridge.

She just took two sips, but she was too anxious and burned it, "Hiss~"

Gu Yunshan and the children stopped to look at her.

Xia Mingshuang suddenly felt embarrassed and coughed, "It's a bit hot."

Erzhuang laughed and said, "Mom, you said that I am burning hot, can't sit still, am impatient, and always want to become fat in one bite. Aren't you also in a hurry and can't drink the hot sticky porridge?"

Xia Mingshuang: "..."

Villain No. [-], you have lost your character. In the original plot, you were a smooth-tongued, sweet-hearted man with a dark underbelly, but you are not a straight-faced man who is almost losing his reputation with his outspoken words.

In the original book, Er Zhuang lived a cautious life and had eight hundred tricks of his own. Da Zhuang was against the original owner, but he would coax the original owner to help resolve the conflict.

Unlike now, he laughs at me the loudest when something embarrasses me!

Zaizai is a caring baby. Seeing Xia Mingshuang permed, he immediately imitated her and blew to "Huhu", "I'll blow."

Xia Mingshuang tapped his little face with her index finger, "Okay, it doesn't hurt."

Miaomiao immediately brought her a big plate, "Mom, pour it in and let it cool down."

Seeing them treating her like a child, Xia Mingshuang was quite happy, so she poured it in and let it cool, so that it wouldn't be hot when eaten.

She drank the millet porridge first, and finally ate the sweet potato chunks that cooled slowly. The pumpkin chunks had melted into the porridge and were sweet.

Seeing that she was eating in a hurry, Gu Yunshan reminded: "Slow down, don't burn it anymore."

Xia Mingshuang: "I have to chop the ginger."

Gu Yunshan: "Eat slowly, I'll chop it up later."

Of course it can be done faster with help than by one person, Xia Mingshuang agreed.

After dinner, Miaomiao was responsible for clearing the table, chopsticks and washing dishes. Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang helped Xia Mingshuang, while Gu Yunshan helped chop the ginger.

With so much fat intestine, a lot of minced ginger needs to be chopped.

Naturally, Xia Mingshuang didn't have that much at home. Zhang Danping brought them all, and there was a full bag of old ginger.

Da Zhuang and Er Zhuang helped clean it, and by the way, they used a broken porcelain piece to roughly scrape the skin, took it out and put it on the fence to drain, and then let Gu Yunshan cut it.

Gu Yunshan is an engineer, but he has good knife skills. He slices slices, then shreds, and finally minces the ginger.

Xia Mingshuang saw that after he had finished cutting the ginger, it was already very fine and no longer needed to be chopped. He couldn't help but praise him, "His knife skills are very good. No cut is ineffective."

Many people are chopping vegetables, which sounds like they are working very hard, but in fact there are many ineffective movements, which not only makes them tired but also injures their knives and chopping boards.

Gu Yunshan seemed to have no intention of saying, "Your review is quite professional."

Xia Mingshuang felt proud and said casually: "That's right, I'm a professional..." She suddenly realized that she almost spilled the beans and abruptly changed her words: "I know, I have learned from many people."

For example, Zhao Juying is her shield.

Gu Yunshan turned his head to look at her, his black eyes were clear and deep, as if he wanted to suck her in.

Xia Mingshuang: "Be serious. Look at your hands. Cutting them will be troublesome."

Gu Yunshan: "It's okay. I'm also a professional at chopping vegetables. As long as the knuckles of the left hand are arched, the knife is held firmly in the right hand, and the blade doesn't rise or fall too much, you won't cut your hand."

Xia Mingshuang looked at him in surprise, knowing a lot, "You still cook at work?"

Gu Yunshan: "This is the experience gained from cutting sweet potato slices and drying them in the sun when I was a child."

He handed his right hand to Xia Mingshuang for a look. There was a white scar under his thumb, "This is the injury caused by wiping the sweet potato with a wiper."