The Peasant Wife Has a Space

When Aunt Chen saw Jiang Cheng eating like this, she didn't feel bad about the food at all, instead she laughed and said, "Haha, this kid in Jiang Cheng is still the same as before, it really hasn't changed at all!"

As the host, I am very happy to see that the guests are satisfied and eat a lot.

Jiang Cheng wiped the oil stains from the corner of his mouth and smiled, "The dumplings made by my wife are still as delicious as before."

"There is one more pot. Shima will cook it again. You can eat more." Aunt Chen's smiling eyes became a seam.

Jiang Cheng didn't refuse, "I'm sorry to trouble my wife."

"You're welcome!"

This pot boiled and quickly came out, and there were a total of thirty-five dumplings.

In the first pot of thirty-six dumplings, twenty of them were given to Jiangcheng, sixteen of Zhao Xiulan, and forty-eight dumplings were cooked in the second pot.

For the third pot of dumplings, Aunt Chen is going to get twenty more for Jiang Cheng.

When Jiang Cheng saw that Aunt Chen had fished him a lot, he hurriedly stopped and said, "Mother, give me ten more and it will be done, not so much."

"How can you get ten? You used to be able to eat forty in one breath! I'll give you another twenty."

"Mother, I'm different now. I'm not able to eat as much as I used to. Really, just give me ten more. If I eat too much, it will last." Jiang Cheng said, and glanced at Zhao Xiulan worriedly, afraid that he would be in Zhao Xiulan. The image of "rice bucket" is left in my heart.

"That won't work. Fifteen. If my wife gave you fifteen, you can definitely eat it."

Regardless of Jiang Cheng's objection, Aunt Chen directly fetched fifteen dumplings for Jiang Cheng, which was a compromise, and no one had to push it.

Jiang Cheng had no choice but to take the dumplings and continue eating.

"Girl Xiulan, auntie will give you a little more, and you can eat a few more." Aunt Chen saw that Zhao Xiulan only filled sixteen dumplings, so she thought of adding more to Zhao Xiulan.

"Auntie, I have a small appetite. I've already eaten so much. You and Uncle Chen can eat it. I really don't need to add it. I'm not being polite to you." Zhao Xiulan shied away.

"You child, why do you eat so much, how can you be full?" Aunt Chen was a little reluctant and wanted Zhao Xiulan to add a few more.

"Auntie, you can see that I am so thin that I have a small appetite and can't eat much. If I can eat it, I will definitely eat it. I won't be polite to you because of our relationship. If I can't eat it, you give it to me, I'm hard. Hold on, your stomach will feel uncomfortable, and you will waste dumplings. If you really can't finish it, you and the uncle will heat it up and eat it at night."

Aunt Chen didn't look like she was lying when she saw Zhao Xiulan. This girl was indeed too thin, she was almost skinny, and her appetite was incomprehensible.

Since Zhao Xiulan really couldn't eat it, Aunt Chen didn't force Zhao Xiulan to eat.

It was enough to eat twenty dumplings by herself, and the rest of Aunt Chen licked ten more for Uncle Chen, and there were still five dumplings left.

Everyone ate this dumpling very full. Uncle Chen sighed with emotion. It's been a long time since I ate so full, so good.

After lunch, Zhao Xiulan chatted a few more words, then got up and said goodbye.

"Girl Xiulan, you bring this vinegar and chili sauce, don't forget it." Aunt Chen said, covered the lids of the vinegar and chili sauce, picked it up and handed it to Zhao Xiulan.

"Uncle, auntie, keep it for you, I won't take it." It's already been opened, it's not easy to sell it out, and there is still a lot in Zhao Xiulan's space, so I simply don't take it back.

Aunt Chen and Uncle Chen both like to eat hot sauce. The old couple lives in the city, not as good as in the countryside. There are still vegetables to eat in the countryside, but if you want to eat in the city, you have to pay for it.