The whole mountain is my hunting ground

"How many?"

"How many?"

Zhao Jun and Liu Tiezui were both shocked when they heard Wang Meilan say that she would give Lao Ma's family a gift of 1,000 yuan!

Wang Meilan raised her head slightly and spoke forcefully, "I only have a son like this. My son has only had such a big event in his life. As a mother, I am no worse than those three!"

"Uh... yes." Even so, Liu Tiezui was still impressed by Wang Meilan's arrogance. He tremblingly picked up the teapot and took a sip of malted milk. After putting it down, he said to Wang Meilan: "Second sister-in-law, If your family has this condition, it must be well organized and arranged for Xiaojun."

To start a family and start a career, start a family first.

Although most of the older people in the forest area are illiterate, they understand the simplest principles.

Wang Meilan has often heard from her elders since she was a child that if a man wants to achieve success in his career, he must have a good family, a good wife, and a harmonious family life.

Moreover, people's attitude towards marriage these days is not the same as it was ten or twenty years ago. Maybe for people now, even taking medicine or hanging is easier than divorce.

Of course, another factor is face.

Because of her childhood background, Wang Meilan is a little vain. There was nothing we could do before, Zhao Youcai was just a cook. Although my uncle is good, he is an outsider after all.

Now that her son is up, Wang Meilan can't control it. And like she said, she only has one son in her family. If she doesn’t spend money now, when will she spend it?

At this time, Wang Meilan was still afraid that Zhao Jun would talk too much, so she reached back and took Zhao Jun's hand, and gently squeezed it to signal Zhao Jun not to speak.

But even if Wang Meilan didn't remind him, Zhao Jun wouldn't say another word. He knows who the Ma Ling family is better than anyone else. In his previous life, he had Ma Dafu, Wang Cuihua, and his uncle worry about him. In this life, he would give more gifts as a way of honoring the two elders.

Seeing that Zhao Jun didn't speak, Wang Meilan was very satisfied. She turned around and slapped her other hand on the table, and said to Liu Tiezui: "Sister, please tell Brother Ma and the others that I still have a set of silver in my hand." The jewelry will be given to my daughter together on that day."

Well, the money is not enough, I also need to give jewelry. But when Ma Ling got married, the jewelry was brought back. In short, it didn't leave Lao Zhao's house, so it was considered rotten in the pot.

"That's okay." Liu Tiezui came to his senses and responded, "I'm going home now. When Brother Ma gets off work in the evening, I'll go to their house and tell them about this."

"Sister." Wang Meilan stretched out her hand that was on the kang table to Liu Tiezui, pulled Liu Tiezui and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

"Oh! Why bother?" Liu Tiezui smiled and said, "We are not outsiders either."

Yes, they have become ancestral graves, but they are not outsiders.

Wang Meilan smiled when she heard this, pushed Zhao Jun's hand with her other hand, and said, "Son, go and let Auntie get the black blind man's meat in the basin."

Zhao Jun responded cheerfully, got up and went to the outhouse to ask Yanli to fish out the bear meat from the basin.

The black blind man killed the day before yesterday had only three or four kilograms of lean meat left, which he had soaked in the water for two days. Although Wang Meilan changed the water frequently, the meat had become loose after being soaked for so long.

But there was nothing else at home now, and Liu Tiezui wouldn't mind it, so Zhao Jun went out to the warehouse, used pliers to pinch off two pieces of thin wire, and came back to tie the meat with the wire.

Then, Zhao Jun carried the dripping meat into the back room, smiled and said to Liu Tiezui, "Aunt Liu, you can take this meat back later."

As soon as he saw the meat, Liu Tiezui was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear. He agreed a few words in succession, chatted with Wang Meilan for a while, and then left with the bear meat.

Not long after Liu Tiezui left, it started to rain lightly outside. Wang Meilan glanced outside and said to Zhao Jun, who was playing with the little lynx in the back room, "Oh, you two sisters can't go to school in the afternoon again."

Zhao Jun smiled when he heard this and heard the sound of Wang Meilan working in the outer house. He came out and saw Wang Meilan making dough.

"Mom." Zhao Jun leaned over and asked, "What's going on?"

"Ah, let's cut some noodles for lunch." Wang Meilan said, looking outside again, and then continued: "It's a cold day, let's eat something warm."

These days, not only noodles are a good thing, but noodles are also delicious. Wang Meilan makes the dough by kneading it with cold water until it is very hard. After kneading it into a smooth dough, she puts it in a basin and covers it with a curtain tied with sorghum stalks.

At half past eleven, which was the time when Yongan Primary School was out at noon, Wang Meilan felt that Zhao Hong and the others were coming back soon, so she started cooking pots.

After sautéing the chopped green onions in hot oil, Wang Meilan spread out the washed and balled sauerkraut and put it into the pot, then stir-fried with a spoon.

When the sauerkraut is slightly dry, pour a ladle of cold water into the pot, cover the pot and bring the water to a boil. Then, Wang Meilan placed a small basin next to the pot and placed a cutting board on the basin so that the cutting board was a foot higher than the pot.

At this time, Wang Meilan divided the woke dough into three parts, and kneaded each part into a long strip. Place one strip on the cutting board first, then cut directly with the knife.

With one stroke of the knife, a piece of dough separated from the noodles. Wang Meilan pushed the knife towards the pot, and the piece of dough fell into the soup.

This piece of dough was about a finger wide and two inches long. It fell into the boiling soup and quickly floated on the surface of the soup.

Dang...dang...dang...

The sound of Wang Meilan cutting noodles is endless. Every time she cuts the knife, she pushes it into the pot, and a piece of dough falls into the pot.

Soon, Wang Meilan finished cutting all three long strips of dough, and the soup in the big pot was already full of layers of dough.

This dough piece should be put into the pot as soon as possible, and the pot should be opened as soon as possible.

Wang Meilan scooped up half a ladle of water and poured it into the pot in circles. This approach is called "agitation" in Zhao Jun's family.

For example, if you are making thick noodles like this, or rolling them by hand, if the noodles are not cooked well, just blanch them with cold water, and then turn on the pot and they will be cooked.

At this time, the voices of several little girls came outside, and the children were out of school.

"Son!" Wang Meilan said to Zhao Jun: "Go and call the bell to come in and let her eat at home at noon. After that, you can go to the backyard and pick up some coriander."

"Okay." Zhao Jun responded and walked out. After a while, Xiao Lingdang, Zhao Hong, and Zhao Na came into the house.

Followed closely by Zhao Jun, he grabbed a handful of coriander.

"Oh my god." Zhao Jun handed the coriander to Wang Meilan and said, "It seems to be a bit frozen."

"Yeah." Wang Meilan took it over and looked at it, and said, "Okay, just borrow a taste."

After saying that, Wang Meilan directly pulled out the coriander root, rinsed the top part in a basin, then cut it into small pieces with both hands and put it into the dough.

Zhao Jun was very discerning and went to the bowl rack and took out the largest basin in his house.

This large basin is more than sixty centimeters in diameter. Zhao Jun placed it next to the pot, and Wang Meilan began to scoop out the noodles.

There was a big pot of noodles, and if you had to use a small spoon to hold it, it might take a long time. Wang Meilan simply took the small basin holding the cutting board and used the small basin to take the soup and noodles out of the pot.

After Wang Meilan finished serving, Zhao Jun entered the house with a big basin. At this time, Xiao Ling Ding had already placed the bowls and chopsticks on the kang table. When the meeting table came up, she first served a bowl each to Zhao Hong and Zhao Na. When Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan came in again, the bowl Xiaolingdang gave them was also filled.

Zhao Jun was holding pickles in his hand, while Wang Meilan was holding bottles of vinegar and sesame oil.

Some people like to be jealous when eating noodle soup, and Wang Meilan is like this. And when she eats hot soup noodles, not only must she add vinegar, but she must also add sesame oil.

In this way, Zhao Jun and Wang Meilan led the three little girls to kill most of the basin of noodles. Wang Meilan put the last remaining portion in a big bowl and said to Zhao Jun: "Save this for your dad to eat when he comes back in the evening. Your dad is happy to eat it."

…

At the same time, in the cafeteria of Yongan Forest Farm, Zhao Youcai sat in the back kitchen with a sullen face.

Outside each serving window, there is a salt shaker.

Today at noon, a cafeteria made tofu stewed with spinach, but Zhao Youcai didn't add salt.

That's all. The key is that when the pot was served, Zhao Youcai didn't even taste it and just asked his apprentice to serve it.

When the workers finished cooking and tasted the food, they found that there was no salt in the food. Is this okay?

There was no need to rush back to the pot. Fortunately, the soup was big. Zhao Youcai promptly made amends and asked his apprentices to take a few salt jars and put them outside so that the workers could add salt to the soup themselves.

What is this thing called? This was the public canteen. If things were being done like this outside, Zhao Youcai would have to pack up his bed and get out.

But even so, Director Zhang of the canteen also came from the second canteen after hearing the news. However, thinking of Zhao Youcai's identity, the canteen director did not dare to go into details. He could only go to the kitchen and criticize Zhao Youcai without any pain.

But seeing Zhao Youcai's distraught appearance, Director Zhang asked people around him about Chef Zhao.

In a similar situation to Chef Zhao, there is also Li Ruhai.

This kid got a meal from the No. 2 canteen at noon today. He used his meal ticket to buy a lunch box full of dried tofu and fried potato chips, and ordered three white-flour steamed buns.

Then, Li Ruhai devoured the food. The child has also thought about it. There is no telling what will be waiting for him when he goes home tonight. He has to eat first before he can bear the beating.

This person feels sleepy after eating a full meal, especially in the afternoon.

When Zhao Jun woke up, he found that it was sunny outside. But when I looked at the clock on the wall again, it was only two o'clock.

Zhao Jun got up from the kang, went out to the outhouse and saw Wang Meilan sitting by the stove, spreading a small notebook on his lap, and then taking a pen to write something in the notebook.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Zhao Jun leaned over and asked.

"Ah." Wang Meilan smiled at Zhao Jun and said, "Let me remember, for your wedding and business, our family still lacks something. One day I have time to go to Lingnan and buy everything back."

"Are you still going?" Zhao Jun squatted next to Wang Meilan and whispered: "When we leave, won't my dad have to go through trouble again?"

"Ha!" Wang Meilan heard this and sneered: "Let him try it!"

After saying that, Wang Meilan closed the notebook with a "snap", got up and walked to the back room.

Entering the back room, Wang Meilan took out a can of tea and two bottles of moisturizing cream and said to Zhao Jun: "Son, go and deliver this to Ma Ling."

With that said, Wang Meilan took the tea leaves first, lifted them up and said, "Give this to Ma Ling's father."

Then, Wang Meilan put down the tea can, pulled out two boxes of moisturizer, and said, "These two, one is for Ma Ling and the other is for her mother."

"Hey." Zhao Jun responded with a smile: "Mom, I'll carry a bag."

"Yeah." Wang Meilan nodded and said, "Put the bag on."

Zhao Jun left and returned soon, first putting the tea in his pocket, and then putting two boxes of moisturizing cream in his pocket.

"Mom, I'm leaving." As soon as Zhao Jun said this, Wang Meilan said, "Is Jie Chen coming back today?"

"That's right." Zhao Jun subconsciously looked up at his watch and thought: "It must be at night. Why don't we go back after lunch?"

After saying that, Zhao Jun walked outside. He left the house and strolled all the way to Ma Ling's house.

When approaching Ma Ling's house, Ma Ling came out to pour water. Zhao Jun saw her and whistled.

When Ma Ling heard the whistle, she knew it was Zhao Jun. She ran over and said to Zhao Jun, "Come in?"

"No more." Zhao Jun smiled and said, "I'll talk to you for a while and then leave."

Wang Cuihua stays at home every day, why would she enter the house with such a big light bulb? Why don't the two of you talk for a while outside.

"That's okay." But Ma Ling said, "Then you wait outside for a while."

"Ah?" Zhao Jun was startled, then Ma Ling continued: "I knitted it for you. You try it on for size. If it doesn't fit, I can take it apart and reweave it."

After saying that, Ma Ling turned around and ran into the yard.

Soon, Ma Ling came to Zhao Jun's side again, and she was holding the scarf knitted for Zhao Jun in her hand.

To be precise, this is a semi-finished product. It can have four or five rows after it has been knitted, and there are long knitting needles stuck on it.

"Come." Ma Ling said to Zhao Jun with a smile: "Lower your head and give it a try."

Zhao Jun lowered his head to Ma Ling and said with a smile: "Don't prick me."

"No." Ma Ling raised her hand, and the elastic collar came down from Zhao Jun's head and was put around his neck.

Ma Ling blinked her big beautiful eyes, looked at Zhao Jun, nodded and said, "It's not bad."

Zhao Jun couldn't see the scarf around his neck. If he lowered his head, there would be a knitting needle protruding from the edge in front of his mouth.

Even though you can’t see it, you still don’t know how to say something nice?

Zhao Jun smiled and said, "What you knit must look good."

Girls in the forest these days, as old as Ma Ling, can be said to be inexperienced, just like cabbage in a greenhouse. When Zhao Jun praises her, she will be confused.

The last time she was flattered by Zhao Jun, the girl never went to Mrs. Han's house to tell fortunes again, which caused the old lady's income to drop sharply.

Ma Ling smiled and took off the scarf from Zhao Jun's neck, aligned the intertwined needles in parallel, then put it under her arm and said to Zhao Jun: "Wait... wait... I'll knit another one for you." You can wear sweaters except in summer.”

Ma Ling said she would knit a sweater for him, which Zhao Jun believed, but at this time he smiled and asked Ma Ling, "Where are you waiting for?"

When Ma Ling heard this, two red clouds flew up from her face. She smiled and raised her fist to lightly hit Zhao Jun on the arm.

Zhao Jun smiled and pulled his shoulder bag forward and said to Ma Ling, "Guess what good stuff I got for you?"

"What?" Ma Ling stared at the satchel in front of Zhao Jun with wide eyes.

"Hey!" Zhao Jun shouted softly and pulled the tea can out of his pocket.

When Ma Ling saw the tea can, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "You didn't give this to me. I don't drink tea."

"Give me Uncle Ma." Zhao Jun handed the tea can to Ma Ling, stretched his hand into his pocket, smiled and teased Ma Ling and said, "Guess what else I got you?"

Ma Ling chuckled, and before she could speak, Zhao Jun took out a box of moisturizing cream from his pocket.

Looking at the round and flat iron box held by Zhao Jun, Ma Ling blinked and asked, "What is this?"

As she said that, Ma Ling put the tea can under her arm and stayed with the scarf.

Then, she picked up the moisturizer and looked at it. She recognized the words on it and asked Zhao Jun in surprise, "A face wipe?"

"Yeah." Zhao Jun nodded with a smile, took out another box from his pocket, opened and unscrewed the lid, and said to Ma Ling: "It's like clam oil, but better than that. It looks cold. Okay, just wipe your hands regularly, so you don’t have to worry about your hands."

The climate here in the Northeast is cold. Sometimes if your hands are stained with water and blown by the cold wind, your hands will be cracked.

Northeastern people call this mountain.

Northeastern women wash and bathe all day long, so their hands must be dirty. These days, the only skin care product available is clam oil.

This is not something that most people are willing to use.

As Zhao Jun spoke, he dug out a little moisturizer from the small box, and then said to Ma Ling: "Reach out your hand."

Ma Ling raised her left hand in cooperation, and Zhao Jun put moisturizing cream on the back of Ma Ling's left hand. Then, Ma Ling turned her right hand over and put the back of her right hand against the back of her left hand. Then she rubbed her hands twice, one clockwise and the other counterclockwise, and then separated her hands.

At this time, Ma Ling turned over her right hand and raised it in front of her mouth. She sniffed it gently and her eyes lit up and she said, "It smells really good."

"Yeah..." Zhao Jun smiled and was about to speak when he heard a loud shout from beside him: "What are you doing?"