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Throwing the schoolbag on the desk, Ji Lingyang ran into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to make a bowl of kitten milk powder for the kitten before he had time to change.

Mother Ji happened to be chopping vegetables in the kitchen, and she smiled when she saw her son in such a hurry: "I've already fed Mimi."

Ji Lingyang paused, then turned to open the cupboard next door, and explained without any money: "I'm here to get the bowls and chopsticks."

Ji's mother didn't dismantle it, she opened the steamer on the stove, took out a Sixi dumpling from it, put it in a small bowl, and handed it to Ji Lingyang: "The braised beef is not stewed enough, so I'll have dinner later today, so you can eat a dumpling first." Hungry."

The Sixi dumplings made by Ji's mother are half the size of Ji Lingyang's fist, with salted egg yolk inside, fat and thin minced pork in the middle, and glutinous rice soaked all day on the outside.One bite, the fragrant glutinous rice, rich gravy and salty egg yolk, all blend together in the mouth, it is so delicious that Ji Lingyang can't speak.

After eating one, Ji Lingyang wiped his mouth with the back of his hand: "Mom, can I help you choose vegetables?"

"No need, Mimi is in your room, go and play with it for a while." Mother Ji hurriedly stopped her.She still doesn't know about her precious son, she can't even tell the difference between lettuce and cabbage, and there are only half a plate of lettuce left in the bag of lettuce that he was asked to choose.

"Oh." Ji Lingyang left resentfully.

After chasing away the little troublemakers who always do nothing but help, Ji's mother quickly washed and cut the vegetables into sections, and put them on the plate together with the chopped green onions, ginger and garlic.Then unplug the rice cooker, let the rice continue to suffocate in the pot to absorb excess water.He picked up the rag and wiped the dining table twice, put the bowls and chopsticks that his son had just taken out on both sides, and put them on heat-proof mats.On the way back to the kitchen, I picked up the cat bowl by the way, washed it and put it back in the corner.

Everything was ready, and Mother Ji finally relaxed and leaned against the wall, waiting for the stewed beef to come out of the pot.

There was a gurgling sound in the pot of stewing meat, and the steam that had evaporated came out of the air holes in the pot cover, rising obliquely for a distance of more than ten centimeters before being sucked away by the range hood.

The range hood at home was newly installed the year we moved in. To be precise, it should be called an exhaust fan. At that time, it was very popular to extend the kitchen by half a meter, install the stove in the extended place, and install two An exhaust fan can directly suck the oil fume out.But after using it for a long time, I found out that this kind of exhaust fan is not easy to clean, the outer canopy cannot be washed, and the fan blades inside cannot be removed. Any water will drip to the pedestrians downstairs.

Mother Ji touched the seemingly clean glass and found that it was a little sticky.Just washed it late last month and it got dirty so quickly.

She sighed, twisting her fingers on the rag.

There is still less than half a bottle of stain remover left, and I will go to the supermarket to buy two bottles tomorrow.I ran out of 84 disinfectant when cleaning the bathroom the day before yesterday, so I had to buy it.There is also the drain pipe of the washing machine. It seems to be leaking a little these days. We need to replace it as soon as possible to prevent it from leaking downstairs again.Speaking of which, the wool I bought last time has not been given to my second sister. She is so busy with work, so I have to find a time to deliver it.By the way, ask her when it is convenient to pay back the money she borrowed.Ah, and the third sister's daughter, who will celebrate her birthday recently...

Mother Ji thought about it for a long time, but she always felt that there were a lot of things to do, and she might not be able to remember them when she was busy.She took out the pen and paper in her apron pocket, and wrote it down.

Writing down things is a habit she developed last year.Probably because she is getting older, and she always feels that her brain is not working well. She forgot to pay the electricity bill today, and she forgot to bring her wallet tomorrow. She even forgot what her husband told her twice.Fortunately, he had just won a big project at that time, so he was too lazy to be angry with her, otherwise...

Mother Ji shook her head, and pasted the written note on the tiled wall behind the sink, so that she could see it at a glance when cooking in the morning.

After confirming that nothing was missing, Mother Ji put away the pen and paper, opened the lid of the pot, picked up a piece of beef, briefly blew on it, and put it in her mouth.

"Hiss!" The meat just out of the pot was cold on the outside and still hot on the inside. Mother Ji couldn't spit it out or swallow it. While sucking in air, she pressed her tongue against the beef cubes and rolled them around in her mouth.After finally waiting for the meat to cool, she chewed it briefly, the meat was stewed soft enough, but after being scalded just now, her tongue and palate were numb and crispy, and she couldn't taste the saltiness for a while.

If you can’t taste it, you can’t taste it. If it’s salty or bland, ask your son later. If it’s bland, add some salt.Mother Ji comforted herself.

Put the braised beef into the stone pot, and Ji's mother poured the prepared lettuce with the remaining beef broth in the pot, briefly stir-fried it a few times, and put it on the plate before the leaves turned yellow.

"Xiao Yang, it's time to eat."

"Here we come." Ji Lingyang came out of the room holding the kitten.The kitten turned its belly over and was held in his arms, meowing and struggling to turn over.

Ji Lingyang scratched its little belly, and then scratched its little head, watching it waving its paws in a fit of anger and urgency, amused.

Ji's mother couldn't see it, and gave her son a brainstorm: "Stinky boy, eat quickly, don't bully Mimi."

Ji Lingyang picked up the kitten and rubbed it with his nose from top to bottom before putting it down with satisfaction. Seeing the kitten fleeing into the room in a hurry, he explained with a smile: "Mom, I just quarrel with it because I like it." Just for fun."

Mother Ji: "How can you like it so much?"

Ji Lingyang: "Who told it to look so cute when it's angry, and I didn't try too hard."

Ji's mother gave him a white look: "Just do it, and ignore you after making it urgent."

Ji Lingyang grinned: "Then I'll take care of it."

Mother Ji couldn't do anything about him, so she picked up the beef and put it in his bowl: "You can eat."

Seeing her son chomping down on the vegetables, Ji's mother asked, "Is it salty?"

Ji Lingyang shook his head, and replied vaguely: "It's delicious."

Mother Ji quickly picked up a few more pieces: "Then eat more, be careful of burning."

Ji Lingyang: "Well, mom, you can eat too."

Mother Ji ate a piece of it, and the salty soup sticks to the scalded area just now, making it a little painful.

After the meal, Ji Lingyang asked to do the dishes, but Ji's mother couldn't resist him, so she could only stand by and observe and guide.

"Pour some hot water, there is meat oil in today's dishes, it's hard to wash when it solidifies."

"You don't need to wash a bowl and squeeze out the detergent, just pour the previous water into the next bowl."

"Wash the big bowls first and then the small bowls, and stack them up for easy storage."

"Don't open too much when flushing, or it will..."

"what!"

"Shoot it in the face."

Ji Lingyang wiped his face in frustration.

Mother Ji patted him on the back: "It's almost done, I'll finish it, you wash your hands and do your homework."

Put the bowls close to the cupboard, hang up the spatulas and spoons, rinse the sink, wipe the tile floor... Mama Ji's movements are clean and neat. Compared with Ji Lingyang's clumsiness, she is like a general in the kitchen. They can quickly get their work done and get back to where they need to be.

After washing the last piece of rag and hanging it on the hook, Mother Ji breathed a sigh of relief, and when she turned around, she found that her son was still looking at her at the kitchen door.

"Why are you in a daze, have you finished your homework?"

Ji Lingyang squeezed the seam of his trousers, lowered his head and did not speak.

Mother Ji was a little nervous, she touched her son's forehead: "What's wrong?"

Ji Lingyang avoided his mother's hand by shaking his head, and asked dejectedly: "Mom, am I stupid?"

"Huh?" Mother Ji didn't understand for a while, and asked suspiciously, "What's stupid? Did you fail the exam?"

"No, it was last Sunday..." Ji Lingyang told Mother Ji about Yang Xiaoxuan being blackmailed to spread rumors and Fang Xi leading them to teach the prisoner a lesson. Of course, he slightly understated his participation So a little bit.

Ji's mother was terrified when she heard that, now the children not only fall in love early, but also rob?When she heard her son and Fang Xi frighten the offending boy away with fists, kicks, mouths, she laughed angrily and slapped Ji Lingyang when she caught her.

"You brat, why do you rely on fighting to solve everything? What if you can't beat him?"

"I can't beat it..." Ji Lingyang recalled Fang Xi's knee in the alley, and shivered secretly, "Then let's talk about it."

"You, it's time to learn from Fang Xi. Use your brain and think of a civilized way to solve everything. Fortunately, Fang Xi went with me this time, otherwise the teacher will call home again. Your father will come back tomorrow. Give him a call and I'll see what you do."

When mentioning Ji's father, Ji Lingyang's face immediately collapsed, and he muttered in a low voice: "I just went out, why did I come back again?"

Mother Ji pretended not to hear, walked into the kitchen and looked through the cabinets while asking, "What does Fang Xi's child like to eat? Or should I bring a meal when I come home at noon?"

Ji Lingyang was puzzled: "What does he like to eat when he comes home for dinner? How would I know that. Mom, why are you asking this?"

"You kid, someone did you a big favor, of course I want to give him some gifts to thank him." Ji's mother was busy looking for ingredients, not even bothering to cast a glance at her son, "Since I don't know what he likes to eat, Then I'll make a snack."

Ji Lingyang was unhappy: "Mom, you praised him and gave him food, who is your son?"

"Of course it's you. Fang Xi is such a good boy, I want him to be my son, but he might not be happy." Mother Ji took the opportunity to bury her son.

Who would have thought that it was just a joke, but Ji Lingyang took it seriously.Leaning against the wall like an eggplant beaten by Shuang, he asked vaguely, "Mom, is Fang Xi really better than me?"

"Huh?" Mother Ji was so focused on adding water to the flour that she didn't hear what her son said.

Ji Lingyang asked again coyly, and scolded himself for the first time: "My grades are worse than his, and my popularity is not as good as his. I can do nothing but fight and get into trouble. In the morning math test, I can't write the big questions later. , Fang Xi not only finished writing, but also handed in the paper in advance. He said that he didn’t have time to play around every day, so he just read and did the test papers, so he studied so well. It’s hard for me to finish the homework assigned by the teacher every day..."

Mother Ji listened quietly, and the dough under her hands gradually took shape. The surface of the dough was uneven, like cotton tires that were shredded and clumps together randomly.She moved her wrists and turned on the tap to wash the flour off her hands.

Accompanied by the rushing of the water, Mother Ji said softly, "You are my son, but Fang Xi is not. From this point of view, there is no way to compare. Even if you are inferior in any way, it's because I, a mother, didn't take it seriously. You are well educated, I am no match for Fang Xi's mother."

Ji Lingyang quickly explained: "I didn't mean that, mom! You are the best mom!"

Ji's mother turned on the faucet, leaned against the sink and smiled silently: "It doesn't matter whether you study well or not, whether you have high grades, whether you have many friends, in my mother's heart, you are also the best."

Ji Lingyang clenched his hands in his pockets and lowered his head in embarrassment. This was the first time he was praised so bluntly.

Unexpectedly, Mother Ji changed the subject and said unceremoniously: "But I think it's my opinion that it's true that Fang Xi is better than you. You also know where you are worse than him, so you should ask Fang Xi more in the future." Study hard and avoid fighting. When delivering snacks tomorrow, ask him what reference books he usually uses, and I will buy you a few too."

"Ah?" Ji Lingyang staggered.Am I making trouble for myself?

Mother Ji snickered in her heart, and greeted calmly: "Aren't you idle? Wash your hands and make dough for me."

Ji Lingyang washed his hands with his mouth pursed, and let out all his anger on the dough, panting heavily after kneading.

"Put all your energy into kneading the noodles, and see how you go out to fight in the future. Yes, use more force, and push the front of the noodles in. Knead hard, don't stop." Ji's mother poured a cup of tea and looked at it cheerfully. Watching his son fight the dough.

When the dough was kneaded out and the next step was ready, Ji Lingyang's arms were sore: Why is this thing more tiring than fighting?If he had known this, he would rather go back and do his homework.

Seeing his tired and silly look, Mother Ji told him to go back and rest quickly, and would definitely leave a copy for him when he was done.

Ji Lingyang rubbed his arms and responded repeatedly, but he didn't move his feet.

Mother Ji didn't chase him away, she reached out and picked up the dough, divided out more than [-] doses, pressed them into large pieces, filled them with pastry, rolled them into long strips, pinched one end and rolled them up like a mat.Mother Ji rolled a dozen small doughs one by one. After rolling the last one, she picked up the first one and repeated the previous operation.

Ji Lingyang stretched his neck to see what Ji's mother was doing, but he didn't dare to make a sound, for fear that she would call him to help.He is a big man, making snacks like pinching flowers like that?

I don't know how Mama Ji did it, anyway, when the baking tray comes out of the oven, the steaming snack is ready.There were twenty or so shortbreads that were not as big as the palm of your hand, half oval and half round, with two lines drawn on them with a blade.

"I learned this from your aunt some time ago. The long ones are called husband cakes, filled with salt and pepper fillings, and the round ones are called wife cakes, filled with coconut paste."

Ji Lingyang sniffed the scent in the air, and couldn't wait for the cakes to cool down, so he picked up the sweet one and the salty one, and began to bite.

"Oh hiss, it's so hot, it's delicious!" Ji Lingyang screamed so hot that he didn't forget to say hello.

"That's good." Ji's mother happily ran back to the room to find a box for snacks.

Ji Lingyang chewed his wife's cake angrily, and divided it into two equal portions.

No, why the same amount, my mother made this for me, and I just gave it to you by the way.He took three shortbreads and put them back to him.After thinking about it, it's just some snacks, so it's okay to give them to you.So I put it back again.After thinking about it for two seconds, I added two pieces of sweet past.He remembered that Fang Xi liked to eat sweets, and he had dug out a lollipop from his desk belly.

"I found it. I still have another box from the one I bought last time." Mother Ji's voice came from the room.

Ji Lingyang quickly swept the crumbs that fell on the cooking table into his hands, and poured them into his mouth with his head up, destroying the corpse before Mama Ji entered the kitchen.

Mother Ji walked in holding the packing box and the cut-out oiled paper, and seeing the snacks divided into two, she deliberately asked, "Which one is for Fang Xi?"

Ji Lingyang turned his face away.

"Then choose the side with more." Ji's mother put the other one on a plate and handed it to Ji Lingyang, "This is tonight's supper, we will eat it after 9 o'clock."

Ji Lingyang nodded, walked two steps and turned back, leaving five yuan for Ji's mother.Before she could refuse, Ji Lingyang turned around and entered the room.

Mother Ji shook her head with a smile, and reminded the door of the room: "Don't give it to Mimi."

"Oh..." Ji Lingyang withdrew his hand silently, and stuffed the shortbread into his mouth.