102. The Whole World Is Reborn

Yan Chu came back after washing up, and naturally it was time to start eating.

"Damn it, Jinbao, be good, these two drumsticks belong to you. I'm tired from studying and using my brain. You have to make up for it."

One night is enough to stew the old hen until the skin is fragrant and the bones are rotten. Add the mountain mushrooms brought by relatives in the countryside and lift the lid of the casserole. The smell will make your mouth water.

It's now 1983, and life is definitely much better than in the 1950s and 1960s, but meat is far from being included in every meal. It's still rare to stew old hens at home.

Marigolds are more generous in eating. While other families still eat fine grains mixed with coarse grains, the Yan family basically only eats pure dry rice and large white steamed buns. Occasionally, they will cut a small piece of pork and stew cabbage with vermicelli, or else Even if you steam a few eggs, there will still be some oil and water, but it is impossible to have the luxury of having chicken and duck for a meal.

She took a clean bowl, put two chicken legs into her youngest son's bowl, and then filled him with two tablespoons of soup. After simmering it all night, the essence of the chicken and mushrooms was in the soup. Fragrant and nutritious.

"You are all debt collectors. My parents can't afford to throw you away from me, which makes me have to support seven of you little white-eyed wolves even at my old age."

When facing her grandchildren, the old lady's face suddenly dropped, and she was far less kind than when she faced her son.

"You greedy little cubs from the troubled family can only eat enough to stop your mouths."

She picked off two chicken wings with wingtips, one for each of her eldest grandson and granddaughter, and then tore a piece of chicken for each of the other grandsons. Each of them had a tablespoon of chicken soup, which was half a bowlful. Come on, there's only half the chicken left in the casserole.

"No, no, this is what your uncle and grandpa used to replenish your brother-in-law's health. The meat you can eat now is all because of your brother-in-law. In the future, you must remember to honor your brother-in-law, do you understand?"

The old lady finished dividing the meat painfully, and then hid the remaining half of the pot of chicken and soup in the kitchen cabinet, not forgetting to lock it to prevent it from being harmed by wild cats, dogs and greedy children at home.

As for herself, she picked up the chicken head that was not eaten and was not even willing to take a sip of the soup. She licked the soup spoon once and was satisfied.

"Mom, I can't eat that much."

The family is used to the old lady's partiality, and her partiality words go in one ear and out the other. The children are cared for carelessly by the old lady, holding hot and fragrant dishes in their hands. Chicken soup, Le's eyes are slits, saliva is secreting from his mouth, who cares what the milk has taught him.

Yan Chu looked at the two chicken drumsticks in his bowl and put one of them into Mrs. Hua's bowl.

"Mom, at your age, you still want to waste something good."

The wrinkles on the old lady's forehead deepened as she smiled, and her eyes almost turned into water when she looked at her youngest son.

Everyone said that she was partial to Jin Bao, but this child was so filial. She would not forget to share one of the two chicken drumsticks with her as a mother. The other two were supercilious. After having a daughter-in-law, they were no longer living at home, and they gave birth to children one after another. Throwing it at her, I wanted to tire her to death.

Fortunately, family planning is now implemented. Thank you to the government, the country, the party, and the great leader.

But thinking about my baby Jinbao who hasn’t gotten married yet and has a baby, it sounds a little sad if Jinbao can only have one child in the future.

"You eat more and take good care of yourself, that's what makes mom happiest."

The old lady put the chicken legs back together.

It’s no wonder that she doesn’t love and care for her grandchildren as much as ordinary old ladies do. When her eldest grandson, Da Dan, was born, Yan Chu was only four years old. The old lady’s whole heart was devoted to her posthumous son. There would be too much focus on taking care of her grandson, especially soon after her grandson Da Dan was born. After several other grandsons were born one after another in the next few years, the only love she had from her grandmother was divided into several parts. In the eyes of others, this grandma is not very qualified.

"Mom, I will make a lot of money in the future for you to enjoy. You have to eat good food and stay with me for a long time."

Yan Chu was unmoved. Chicken drumsticks seemed like a good thing now, but to him, who was used to eating delicacies that were a hundred times better than this, it was not as tempting as having a few plates of pure, natural and pollution-free vegetables in front of him.

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

As soon as he said these words, the old lady retracted the action of clamping the chicken legs back, her eyes were red, and she was so excited and happy that she couldn't express it in words.

"Okay, okay, mom, eat, mom will eat right away."

The old lady thought to herself that her Jinbao was indeed the most filial and sensible child in the world. If she didn't love him, who else could she love?

Sanni watched Nai and her uncle holding the chicken legs here and there, drinking the chicken soup in her bowl with great care, wishing that the chicken legs could jump into her bowl.

I don’t know how long I had raised that old hen. The chicken leg meat was very solid. The old lady couldn’t bear to eat such a big chicken leg. She kept a small part for herself, and each of her grandchildren got a small piece of the remaining meat. .

"Your brother-in-law took this from his mouth and punished you. If you don't treat your brother-in-law well in the future, you will lose your conscience." The old lady is the kind of person who can put a high hat on her son anytime and anywhere.

"Uncle filial piety."

The eldest grandson, Da Dan, is nine years old this year. He has long been sensible and knows what words grandma likes to hear the most.

Sure enough, the old lady was happy after hearing what her eldest grandson said, and she tore an extra piece of meat from her chicken leg and gave it to him.

"Sannier also respects uncle."

Sanni, the youngest, was crying, holding her own rice bowl and looking at her with round eyes, and she glanced at the old lady's bowl from time to time.

Fragrant meat, so much delicious meat.

"A person with a small belly is not small."

This time the old lady didn't give Sanni more meat. She was only three years old. The half bowl of chicken soup and two pieces of meat just now were enough for her small body. It was not a good thing to have too much oil and water.

Sanni didn't get the meat she dreamed of. She felt aggrieved and took a mouthful of the white rice in the bowl. It was the new rice that had just been ground this year. It was fragrant and sweet. She looked at the chicken drumsticks in her uncle's bowl and drank the rice in her own bowl. Still very beautiful.

After the meal, the old lady and the seven-year-old Da Ni Er Ni cleaned up the dishes together. Da Dan and the other brothers ran out after eating. All the boys did the same, and no one would stop them.

Sanni was full and sat in the yard with her little horse, basking in the warm sun, smacking her lips as she recalled the deliciousness of the chicken soup just now, and was already looking forward to the evening.

"Uncle."

Although the little girl is young, she is already very good at recognizing people, especially her uncle who often comes to the house with delicious food. Every time he comes, it means that there are more dishes on the family table. Although most of the malted milk, candies, cakes, etc. that were brought ended up in the uncle's stomach, the boss would still give them a taste.

In the little girl's heart, this uncle is the best person. No, her eyes lit up when she saw the person coming, and she ran over and hugged her uncle's leg.

"Sannier."

Jinzhande looked at this familiar yet unfamiliar little girl, and his heart bleeds with pain. It was all that scourge. Otherwise, how could a good family become like this? Fortunately, God gave him this opportunity to start over. .

He knelt down and held his three-year-old niece in his arms, with a look of joy on his face.

"Uncle, why are you crying?"

Sannier stretched out her hand to wipe her uncle's tears, and then looked around to see where the delicious food her uncle had brought was, but she didn't find anything. This made the little girl who didn't understand yet hide her expression a little disappointed.

"Dezi, why are you here?"

Marigold came out with a basin and was about to take the water from washing the dishes to the ground to water when she saw her brother standing at the door holding his little granddaughter and refusing to come in.

Marigold De is twelve years younger than Marigold. She has been both a father and a mother since he was a child, and her feelings for him may be deeper than those for her two sons, Yan Dabao and Yan Erbao.

"Sister."

Jinzhande put down her niece in her arms, took a few steps forward, and hugged her sister, who was younger than she remembered and far less haggard and old than she was in her previous life. She was a man in his thirties and almost forty. , and cried like a child.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you? When there is no one left in our Lao Jin family, tell the eldest sister and she will go find him."

Seeing her brother crying so sadly, Marigold acted like an enraged female beast, revealing her true nature as a powerful and powerful girl before she married into the Yan family.

Looking at such a lively eldest sister, Jinzhan De felt a little like a world away.

In his previous life, due to business reasons, his family later moved to Shenzhen. He also wanted to take his eldest sister with him, but Yan Chu was still in the capital and the eldest sister was unwilling to leave the place where he had lived for most of his life, so she rejected his offer. proposal.

Jinzhande had no choice but to send money to her eldest sister on time every month, and he always visited her eldest sister several times every year. However, as his business grew bigger and bigger, there were more and more things happening. Gradually, the two brothers and sisters began to meet each other. Opportunities went from two or three times a year to not necessarily once every two or three years. This also led to the fact that Jinzhan De had no way of knowing what happened to the Yan family later.

He hated himself for being such a bastard. Business was important, but the eldest sister who had been so kind to him was even more important. He remembered that in his previous life, after receiving a call saying that his eldest sister was dying, he hurried to the capital, but he didn't have time to see his eldest sister for the last time. On the one hand, I could only watch her with her eyes wide open, lying on the hospital bed skinny and unwilling to close her eyes.

Jinzhande didn't know whether the eldest sister was because of that little beast, or because of his younger brother who couldn't rush to see her before he died. He thought the former might be more likely. At that time, Yan Chu owed a huge debt, and he had already owed a huge debt. He didn't know where he had gone. Even if his mother who loved him the most died, he didn't dare to come to the hospital to take a look.

Marigold is not so much that her life has expired, but rather that she is pissed to death by all the stupid things that little beast has done.

He suppressed his anger. He would never allow what happened in his previous life to happen in this life.