"Ah?" Jie Chen heard this and asked Jie Sun in surprise, "Mom, are you really going?"

"Then what are we kidding about?" Ms. Xie Sun patted the table lightly and said, "I'll stay with you, Mrs. Jiang, for two days. Let's see who dares to offend us!"

"Xie Xiao'er!" At this time, the old lady asked Xie Chen with a smile: "Are you coming? The west room of my house is empty. If you want to come, your mother and I will live in that room. If you don't come, your mother and I will

Just leave it in my room."

"Then let me go..." Jie Chen didn't want to go, but he had no choice but to bite the bullet and said: "Jiang Nai, we have caused trouble for you..."

"What's the trouble?" Before Jie Chen could finish speaking, the old lady interrupted: "Come here, my room can still be warm."

"Can't you do it today?" Zhao Jun felt something was wrong, so he stopped at the side and said, "Mr. Jiang, your kang in the west room is not burning. Why don't you let Jiechen go there tomorrow?"

"That's okay." Hearing what Zhao Jun said, the old lady nodded and said, "Then today, your mother-in-law will come with me first."

Having said this, the old lady looked at Jie Chen and said with a smile: "Xie Xiao'er, don't worry, your mother will be fine if you come with me."

"Haha." Jie Chen laughed dryly. He wanted to tell the old lady, I'm not afraid that something will happen to my mother, I'm afraid that something will happen to you.

"Brother!" Suddenly, Wang Tian called Zhao Jun and said, "Where are the barbecue skewers?"

When the little boy asked, the other children all looked at Zhao Jun.

"Tomorrow!" Zhao Jun said, "Let's have kebabs tomorrow night."

After talking to the children, Zhao Jun said to Wang Meilan: "Mom, my elder brother Zhang said, let's trim the roe deer, take off the sides of the waist and thread them into skewers. The remaining roe deer is not removed, and he makes a shelf to hold it up.

Roast the whole thing!”

As soon as Zhao Jun finished speaking, Jie Chen added: "It's the way to eat it in Mengdong."

Listening to what they said, Ms. Xie Sun felt her eyes light up. At this moment, she finally knew why her old son was unwilling to go home after he came. It was great to stay here, and he had food and drink all day long.

, there is excitement.

"That's okay!" Wang Meilan looked at the others and said, "You can all come over tomorrow afternoon."

Everyone agreed, and Xu Chunyan asked Wang Meilan: "Second aunt, do you need to prepare some dishes?"

"Then we need to eat more. We can't just eat meat!" Wang Meilan said: "We have cabbage and potatoes, and there are mountain vegetables. Let's prepare four or six dishes. All of them are fine, eh?"

Just as he was talking, Wang Meilan suddenly remembered something and said, "Today our village chief put on a loudspeaker and shouted that it was going to snow. So if it doesn't snow, then we have to cool down?"

"Yeah!" The old lady pursed her lips and nodded, saying: "It snows late this year, and it gets cold late too."

Hearing that the old lady agreed with her statement, Wang Meilan said: "It's snowing now, and there will definitely be a heavy freeze. You all can come here early tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and we will pick out the beans. When it snows heavily, we will pull out the beans."

Now, grind the tofu and serve it."

When Wang Meilan said this, the women responded one after another, and Zhao Jun couldn't help but ask: "Oh my god, do you want to do it?"

Seeing that Wang Meilan was stunned by his question, Zhao Jun continued to ask: "So many people? Will it take two days?"

"There are so many families." Wang Meilan raised her hand and pointed forward, saying, "Let's work together. This whole winter will last for a whole winter, and one family won't have to grind four or five boards?"

"Four or five boards?" Zhao Jun's voice changed. He frowned and looked at Wang Meilan and said, "Can someone sharpen it for you?"

If you count the old ladies, there are six families, each producing four to five boards of soybean tofu, or at least twenty-four boards. As for the Yong'an Tunna Tofu Factory, that's all it can produce in a week, and they can grind it for her.

Weird.

"Old aunt!" At this moment, Yang Yufeng, who was about to evolve into Wang Meilan's little cotton-padded jacket, said, "Can we grind the tofu ourselves? Is there a grinder at home?"

"Do you have a mill at home?" Wang Meilan asked in surprise.

"Ah!" Yang Yufeng nodded and said, "Let's buy the house of Lao Li's house. There is a mill in the corner behind his house."

"Is there a mill?" Wang Meilan was even more surprised and asked: "Isn't there just a stone grinder and a stone trough that day?"

"Yeah!" Yang Yufeng said: "Her father said that the bell in my house was left by the old Xue family. Didn't Minister Li's father buy the old Xue family's house before?"

"Pah!" Wang Meilan slapped her thigh and said happily: "Isn't this inappropriate?"

As she spoke, Wang Meilan counted: "We have grinders and mills. It will be convenient for us to grind tofu and flour."

"That's not bad!" Jin Xiaomei said with a smile: "When we make sticky bean buns, we don't have to go out to grind rice. This time we save money!"

"After it snows, let's grind the tofu first, and then we'll make sticky bean buns!" Wang Meilan waved her hand and said, "Let my army catch two pigs, and we'll make dumplings, all made of meat!"

Zhao Jun: "..."
Chapter completed!