Chapter 15 Fragrance

Su Wen shook her head, "Let's go with my little sister! It just so happens that I will distribute the work at home. You are still responsible for earning work points in the brigade. I will ask Aunt Chunyan to talk about it for you and arrange an easier job for you. .”

  There is no one earning work points in the family, so it cannot be justified.

   "Su Qing continues to learn tailoring. You two will help me in your spare time. I will be responsible for finding ways to make money, and my younger sister will be my helper. Let's start school this year, so that my sixth younger sister can also go to school."

  Liumei is eight years old this year, and she is already past school age. But she has been helping her aunt's family to take care of the children and is treated like a servant.

  She has just passed through and hasn't fully grasped the situation, so she can't hold back. She will definitely send her sixth sister to study when school starts in September.

   "Sister, does Sixth Sister really have the opportunity to study?" Su Qing asked in disbelief.

  She found that the eldest sister has really changed a lot. Before the eldest sister did not allow the sixth and seventh sisters to study, but also wanted the fourth sister, and the fifth sister also dropped out of school to earn work points.

   For this reason, Liumei hid in the straw pile in the kitchen and quietly wiped her tears.

"Of course."

   "Great, I will tell Sixth Sister the good news when she comes back."

   "I will also make more sleeve protectors to make money." Su Xiu quickly expressed her opinion.

  Su Wen waved her hand, "I won't make the sleeves, I'll try to do something else."

   "Why not?"

   "Before we did it because there were free cloth heads, we didn't spend any cost. Now the cloth heads are gone?" Su Wen said, looking at Su Qing.

  Su Qing nodded, she was still worrying during the day! She took back all the cloth heads that the master had stored for almost a year. If I want to do it later, there will be no more cloth heads.

   "Okay, let's not talk about this, let's cook first."

  Su Wen gave an order, and the three sisters cheered endlessly. With such good meat and bones, Su Wen cooks for herself and asks Su Qing to help light the fire.

   After all, Su Xiaomei is young, and she is tired after walking for a day. Let Su Xiu give her a bath and rest first.

  In a large pot, boil the bone with cold water to boil the blood foam, then add ginger, green onion, salt, seasoning, boiling water, etc. to simmer slowly.

  The pork belly is cut into thick and moderately large pieces, without adding a little oil, first fry the fragrant oil in a smaller iron pan, then add **** and star anise to stir-fry.

   Soon, a dish of braised pork with a strong fragrance is ready.

  There is no sugar at home, otherwise it would be more delicious.

  When Su Qing lit the fire, she couldn't help swallowing, and her eyes were shining when she looked at Su Wen.

   I was curious about why my eldest sister suddenly became so good at cooking, and then I thought it was a good thing, so I just put it aside.

  The house of the Su family is relatively out of the way in the village. The people living around are not as dense as the middle and east of the village, but there are also many people.

  The aroma of braised pork spread far and wide. Chen Guihua, who lives in the east, was eating white flour steamed buns at home and smelled the aroma.

   "Where does the taste of meat come from?"

  When the fat boy Zhuang Zhuang smelled the meat, he refused to eat the white flour buns, and rolled all over the floor crying for meat. The youngest Su Xueqiang's face turned green, and he wanted to beat the child but was stopped by Chen Guihua.

   "You dare to try it, you have no ability to earn money to buy meat, and you even take your anger out on your children."

   "You..." Su Xue dropped his chopsticks angrily and didn't even eat the meal.

   "Mom, I want to eat meat, I want to eat meat..." Zhuang Zhuang yelled non-stop.

  Chen Guihua was also annoyed by hearing it. She went to her second child's house tonight and obviously smelled meat, but she couldn't grab it. She was really angry! Now the son was making trouble non-stop, he just raised his hand and slapped him.

  It’s one thing not to beat your husband’s son, but it’s not relentless when you beat your own son.

   Zhuang Zhuang was beaten up, coaxed, and obediently ate white flour buns.

  (end of this chapter)