Chapter 12

She didn't discuss it with Qiao Wei in advance. She was worried that Qiao Wei would not like it. In fact, her worry is totally superfluous. Qiao Wei is helpless. It's hard to meet an elder like aunt Luo. But in ancient times, it was a great event to recognize the relatives. She hesitated for a moment and said, "aunt Luo, do you want to discuss this with Uncle Luo first?"

Aunt Luo patted her hand and said, "don't worry. He listens to me. I told him about you, and he pities you and asks me to take care of you."

Qiao Wei sighed: "Uncle Luo is also a good man."

Aunt Luo angrily looked at her: "uncle?"

Qiao Wei's face slightly embarrassed: "Godfather."

Aunt Luo pointed to herself: "what about me?"

"Ganniang."

Aunt Luo smiles comfortably.

The matter of recognizing the relatives was thus settled.

In the evening, Qiao Wei made a big table and left aunt Luo for dinner. Aunt Luo's husband works in the county government and only comes back once a month. Her eldest son becomes a family and moves out. Her youngest son studies Arts in the capital. Most of the time, she is alone. Admitting Xiao Qiao as a dry relative, she has pity for mother and son, but she is also lonely.

Little Joe left her for dinner, and she stayed generously.

It seems that the children are smelling the fragrance of the home, and they come back before the meal is ready. When they see Mrs. Luo, who is setting dishes and chopsticks in the hall, they call "Mrs. Luo" sweetly.

Qiao Wei came out from the kitchen with a bowl of mutton and vermicelli soup. Hearing the call, she said with a smile, "don't call grandma Luo in the future, just call grandma."

In the child's heart, there is not much feeling for more than one surname and less than one surname, so he should be obedient. Qiao Wei thought that it would be a good time to go back and talk to the children about the meaning of the kiss, so that they could know that Mrs. Luo was different from other grandmothers.

Qiao Jingyun took the initiative to pour water into the yard to wash his hands. Before the three mothers moved here, there was a well in the yard. The children knew how to draw water from the well. However, Qiao Wei covered the well just in case, and usually told them to use the water from the water tank.

After washing their hands, the brother and sister went to eat in the house.

Qiao Wei made four dishes and one soup - scrambled eggs with green pepper, braised pork with carrot, stir fried shredded potatoes, stir fried cabbage, mutton and vermicelli soup, and steamed a cage of red bean and glutinous rice cake on the stove.

Aunt Luo had never tasted Qiao's skill, but she felt good when she saw the dish. She took a dry fried shredded potato and said, "what's this?"

Qiao Wei said with a smile, "potatoes."

"What else can potatoes do?" Aunt Luo took a bite, spicy and refreshing, oily but not greasy, salty with sweet, taste good. After that, she tasted eggs, braised pork, and cabbage in turn. The more she ate, the more surprised she was. When she got to the mutton and vermicelli soup, the expression of surprise could not be hidden. "Little Joe, you are a good cook!"

Qiao Wei can't deny a smile: "just so so, I cook as a child."

"Do you cook as a child?" Aunt Luo seemed to think of something and said strangely, "when you just entered the village, you couldn't even wash the dishes."

Can't even wash the dishes? Isn't the original owner a lady with high status? Qiao Wei quietly said with a smile: "I didn't do it after I was pregnant. I'm a little unfamiliar. I picked it up again in the past two years."

Mrs. Luo had a happy meal with Qiao Wei. She learned mutton and vermicelli soup now, but the children said it was better than the town's. Mrs. Luo also felt that her family's Little Joe was so good at cooking.

After dinner, Qiao Wei brought out the red bean glutinous rice cake. The children loved the dessert that she made most. Even the little ferret, a carnivore, liked it so much that her three little claws brushed toward the plate.

In fact, aunt Luo could not eat any more, but the glutinous rice cake was made into rabbits one by one, which was really beautiful. She could not help eating one, one, and another, and was embarrassed at the end.

She's not a greedy person. How come it's like she hasn't had a meal in 800 years when she got here?

After dinner, the children and Xiao xuediao went to play in the yard. Aunt Luo stayed to help Qiao Wei clean up the kitchen and talked about her future business: "what are you going to do? Farming all the time or... "

Qiao Wei side brush bowl, side way: "field I continue to plant, the weather is good into the mountain hunting."

"Look at you, what did I say? You are not allowed to go into the mountains alone again. " Aunt Luo glared at Qiao Wei and said, "I'll do something for you. I don't know if you want to."

Qiao Wei Wen voice says with a smile: "ganniang please say."

Aunt Luo took Qiao Wei's bowl and wiped it with a clean cotton cloth: "the last time I ate the radish cake you gave me, I thought you were good at it. Did you see the market? What do you think of what you make better than what they do? "

Qiaowei thought: "the color, fragrance should be better."

Aunt Luo squinted: "some? You really look down on them

Qiao Wei was embarrassed by the praise and bent her lips: "what ganniang means is to let me make food to sell?"

"Well." Aunt Luo nodded.

Qiao Wei thinks that this is really a way. Farming can't make ends meet, so she's not in the business. Hunting is an income, but it's too accidental to meet prey every time. She really needs a relatively stable income.Qiao Wei is an activist. She only mentioned it in the evening. The next morning, she made things. Therefore, the materials she bought in the town were limited. She only made red bean glutinous rice cake and crisp radish cake. Radish cake was not for sale, but for herself and children.

At dawn, she carried two baskets of snacks down the mountain with the children.

The children love this kind of "running around" with their mother. In the past, their mother used to stay in the yard. Apart from farming, they didn't go down the mountain at all. Most of the time, they were asked to stay in the yard. They were lonely. Although I can go down the mountain, I feel very different from my mother!

Aunt Luo went with Qiao Wei, but several of them were still in my father's carriage.

Qiao Wei is now the daughter of aunt Luo, who is also a member of her own village. The price of shuanzi's father is cheaper than that of yesterday. She is still ten Wen per person, but the two children don't accept any money.

The four didn't go to the market. The stalls there were monthly, quarterly and annual rents. There was no spare seat for Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei came to the place where she had lunch yesterday. The flow of people here is also good. The stall is rented every day, 20 Wen a day.

Qiao Wei paid the rent and took out the small table and stool with aunt Luo.

Two children obediently sit in the back, not noisy, sensible so heartbreaking.