After dressing as a widow

Mrs. Lin had no choice but to nod.

Lin Zhen went to take out the cotton robe and put it on the clean table.

As soon as Mrs. Lin saw the material of the padded gown, she knew that these clothes were not worn-out clothes, but high-quality cotton cloth and cotton that had only been washed a few times. Not to mention in their house, even in the town Some people want it.

She touched the clothes and said incessantly: "It's a pity to change them. It should be made by the clothes shop in the town. The stitches are dense and neat."

"I'd like it to be sparser, so it won't be a waste of effort to dismantle it now." Lin Zhen couldn't do needlework, so he hugged Mrs. Lin's youngest son, and went to tease the kid from the second brother's house.

Sister Lin glanced at him, then suddenly smiled: "To be honest, you, third brother, are not at all like you used to be."

Lin Zhen hugged the child and looked back at her: "What's not like it?"

"The last time I went, I was surprised when you said that you gave all the money left by Gu Da to his son. Before, you valued money more than anything else, and it would be impossible for others to take a piece of copper from you. It's impossible."

"When I came back, I gave Chunxiang Xingxiang and the others such nice clothes again. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought it was made up by someone else to deceive me."

Mrs. Lin is outspoken, she can say what she has, and she doesn't shy away from her dislike of the former Lin.

Lin Zhendao: "I don't know why, but I suddenly figured it out."

He looked at Mrs. Lin's hands and feet numbly picking stitches: "People don't need to be trapped in money for the rest of their lives. It's better to have a lot of money. If you don't have a lot, you should be chic and at ease."

He is a typical younger brother, not as tall as a man, so the tall Mrs. Lin is about the same height as him, and even looks burlier than him because of the year-round work.

Sister Lin looked at his baishengsheng, a beautiful face that she had never seen in other places, and felt as if she had been stung by a bee.

This third brother is really different from their mud-legged ones. With his appearance, I am afraid that it won't be long before someone will come to propose marriage.

The two of them were unstitching one by one, and the other was teasing the children. The room was bustling with activity.

As noon approached, Lin Zhen saw that Sister Lin still had a lot of work to do, so he simply carried Lin Tiedan, who was still unable to walk, on his back, and said to her, "Sister-in-law, you continue to do it, and I will cook."

"Okay." After chatting for a whole morning, Mrs. Lin really liked Lin Zhenna now, she raised her head and said, "Sorghum noodles and buckwheat noodles are in the vat next to the cabinet, and the dishes are radishes and cabbage."

She thought for a while and said, "You wash and cook the bacon on the top layer, and cook it as a dish."

Lin Zhen picked up the lid of the jar, and saw gray sorghum noodles inside, and buckwheat noodles next to it.

These are two crops with relatively high yields, but their taste is average. Whether they are made into steamed buns or noodles, they are harder than wheat.

Lin Zhen estimated the family's food intake, put three scoops of sorghum noodles and three scoops of buckwheat noodles into the pot, then turned the hot water in the pot into lukewarm water, added them and kneaded vigorously.

Knead the two kinds of noodles thoroughly, cover them with a dustpan, take off the bacon that has been left untouched for a long time according to Mrs. Lin, wash it, put it in a pot and cook it, then wash the radish and cabbage, the same Washed a large basin.

Lin’s family’s meals are cooked in turn by Adie Lin’s elder sister-in-law Lin’s second sister-in-law, because sorghum noodles and buckwheat noodles are not as soft as wheat, and they are almost all mixed with water and chopsticks to make lumps smaller than the tip of a little finger, and then steamed into lump rice.

It's not tasty, but it fills your stomach.

Seeing what Lin Zhen did, Mrs. Lin thought about it and followed him.

Lin really wasn't like them, he hadn't lived many hard times, and he didn't know that their actions were normal.

The Erhe noodles woke up, and it was only a little bigger than before. Lin Zhen poked it with his finger, put the dustpan aside, scooped up the bacon and cut it into diced meat the size of a thumb.

As soon as he put the diced meat into the pot and stir-fried, Father Lin and Father Lin's voices sounded outside.

Lin Zhuzi, who was the first to run into the house, was sweating profusely, and called Mrs. Lin angrily, "Mother, is the meal ready?"

Lin Zhen said: "It will be ready soon, just wash your hands and face and you can eat."

Only then did Lin Zhuzi see Lin Zhen by the stove, his face flushed, "Gu Da."

They had just eaten Lin Zhen's candy yesterday, and they had a strong affection for Lin Zhen as an aunt. He smelled the salivating aroma, so he boldly asked Lin Zhen, "Auntie, what are we having for lunch today?"

"Eating cat's ears, by the way, wash your hands and help me take the bowl to the table."

cat ears? ? ?

A cat's ear is so small, can it be eaten?

Lin Zhuzi was at a loss, but didn't ask, and agreed to run out to wash his face and hands.

The other brothers who were still outside saw him, sniffing the unique oily smell of bacon, and asked him impatiently, "Brother, what are we eating?"

"Uncle said we eat cat ears."

"Cat ears?"

"What cat ears?"

"Can cat's ears be eaten?"

The adults couldn't figure it out either, and washed their hands with doubts like Lin Zhuzi.

Lin Zhen had already fried the bacon until it was fragrant and oily, then added a few ladles of water to the pot, put the once-boiled cabbage and radish into it and cooked it, pressing the dough of Erhe Noodle with one hand and quickly pulling it in with the other hand.

Pieces of noodles fell into the boiling soup, became lighter in color when cooked, and floated to the top.

"Father, father, come quickly." Lin Zhen filled a large spoon, filled the big bowl to the brim, and called Father Lin and Father Lin.

The whole family hadn't had meat for a long time, and they swallowed their mouths just by smelling it. Father Lin picked up his own bowl, looked at the big pot of cat's ears, and ate it with peace of mind.

As soon as I entered the mouth, I couldn't help saying: "It's delicious!"

Lin Zhen couldn't help laughing. He is very confident in his cooking skills. After earning a lot of money in his previous life, he worked hard on eating. It doesn't matter what kind of cuisine he has, as long as it is delicious. All comers are welcome.

Although the sorghum noodles and buckwheat noodles are hard, they are good to eat when they are pulled into thin slices and cooked. With the aroma of bacon, rotten boiled cabbage and refreshing radish, they are good to eat in winter.

The others couldn't wait a long time ago, picked up their own portion and started eating. For a while, the sound of eating and drinking soup was heard inside and outside the room.

"It's delicious." Huaixiang, who was only six years old and also went to pick up firewood, squinted her eyes, holding a bowl bigger than her own head, wishing she could bury her face in it.

Lin Zhen squatted beside him and put a piece of diced meat into his bowl: "Then let's eat this tomorrow too, okay?"

"Row!"

"Why not!"

Huai Xiang hadn't spoken yet, but the people beside him who also heard the words spoke one after another.

Father Lin, who was sitting on the stool, smiled happily. He elbowed Father Lin and motioned him to look at Lin Zhen and the others squatting together. He was very happy.