MTL - It’s Hard For a Good Wife and Mother-Chapter 13 Pork is delicious

Mo Xinglin's house.

Li Zhaomei, Mo Xinglin's eldest son-in-law, watched Mo Dai move two large baskets of pork out of the cellar, her heart ached, she glanced sideways at the house, and complained in a low voice: "It's so cruel, at least leave some for our family, that's Zaizhao and I marinated it so hard, not to mention, the coarse salt used to marinate the meat is a lot!" There is nearly two hundred catties of meat, but fortunately, it has been eaten for a few days. They all eat meat, otherwise it would be strange for him not to regret death!

Mo Xinglin's second-in-law Li Zaizhao said in a muffled voice while weaving bamboo baskets: "Brother, don't babble anymore, people are doing their own thing and the sky is watching, it's not that it's not time to report, the wife should have a longer memory this time. Otherwise, she will suffer next time..."

"Bah! What nonsense, the wife master didn't do this for our family, are you trying to kill yourself?" Li Zhaomei stopped Li Zaizhao, and looked at the two baskets of pork that Mo Dai brought out again, the more she thought about it, the more her heart ached. , I couldn't help feeling resentful towards Mo Daxi.

Li Zaizhao couldn't help but sighed when he saw his brother's red-eyed look, and continued to weave baskets. Although Li Zaizhao and Li Zhaomei are brothers, their personalities are completely different. One is tricky and aggressive, and the other is honest and honest. Obviously, the honest and honest Li Zaizhao has no place to speak at home.

At this moment, Mo Xinglin is hiding under the blanket and trembling, replaying in her mind the scene of the **** wounds on Mo Dai's face recovering instantly and Mo Dai's sinister smile when she looked at her, hell, she must be a ghost Already...

Mo Dai weighed two big baskets of meat, thinking that he would not be able to carry them all in one trip, so he scanned Mo Xinglin's yard. Li Zhaomei kept staring at Mo Dai, therefore, wherever Mo Dai's gaze swept, his heart trembled. When Mo Dai saw the wheelbarrow beside Li Zaizhao, her eyes lit up, and Li Zhaomei's heart twitched.

"Second Uncle Li, lend me your wheelbarrow!"

"Ah, Cheng, let's push it!" Li Zaizhao replied bluntly, causing Li Zhaomei to stare viciously.

Mo Dai loaded the two baskets of meat onto the wheelbarrow, and was about to push them away, when she suddenly heard a loud and clear voice of a young man from the gate of Mo Xinglin's house: "Mo Xinglin, come out for me! You can't just leave my house like that! Forget it, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will fight you hard!"

Hearing the sound, Mo Dai's brows twitched, the voice was clearly that of the fiery Mo Wuqing, the child thought he couldn't get angry, so he braved up and came forward to stand up for his family!

When Mo Dai pushed two baskets of meat out of the gate of Mo Xinglin's house, she saw the pregnant Mo Wuqing standing in front of the gate of Mo Xinglin's house with a wooden stick in his forehand and a horizontal knife. As dazzling as when we first met, the hands holding the wooden stick trembled slightly with anger.

This is the world of female venerables. If it wasn't for the incompetence of the wife-lord, why would a young man come forward to stand up for his family while he was pregnant?

When Mo Wuqing saw that it was Mo Dai who opened the door, he was also shocked, and then became more and more angry, all because of this woman, all because of this woman...

"Wuqing, I've got the compensation I need, let's go home!" Mo Dai raised the thirty coins in her hand and said with a light smile to Mo Wu.

As soon as Li Zhaomei saw the money, she hated Mo Daxi more and more in her heart, and she even resented Mo Wuqing, cursing in her heart, an unruly rascal, dare to come to his house and scold him, if in the past, He jumped up and beat him to a crying father and mother!

Mo Wuqing stared at Mo Dai in a daze, until Mo Dai pushed the cart in front of him, and then he came back to his senses, the moment he came back to his senses, tears slipped down his eyes without warning, he hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe them away, shaking his hands in anger. Turn around and leave with the stick. Mo Dai pursed her lips, and silently pushed the cart behind.

Mo Wuqing was wearing an old gray robe, the collar, cuffs and the corners of the robe were all frayed and white, and the robe itself was also patch upon patch. Mo Wuqing is not much better than Mo Wufeng, he is also very thin, even though he is pregnant, the robe still looks wide on him, only the back looks stubborn.

This day is destined to be a day that Mo Daxi's family will never forget—the first half of the day was oppressed, and the second half of the day turned around.

When Mo Daxi pushed two baskets of pork into the yard, Xu Shaolin was no less frightened than when Mo Xinglin broke through the empty door.

"Da, Daxi, this, this is..." Although Xu Shaolin had a faint feeling in his heart that the meat might probably belong to their family, he couldn't be sure, and it was very difficult to speak out.

Mo Wufeng also stared blankly at the two baskets of meat, his heart pounding.

"I hunted it a few days ago, it belongs to our family!" Mo Dai could almost guess what Xu Shaolin was thinking, so she further emphasized.

Plop—Xu Shaolin collapsed to the ground.

"Father!" Mo Dai was a little speechless, although she understood that Xu Shaolin, who hadn't tasted meat for half a year, was very excited when he saw two baskets of meat.

"Hehehe, my father is old and useless! Daxi, there will be a market in the town tomorrow, let's take the meat to the town and sell it. Although it is not fresh, it is better because it has more fat. We want it The price is lower than that of the butcher shop, and the country people are eager to buy such meat!" Xu Shaolin stood up with the support of Mo Wufeng, and his eyes were shining as if looking at the two baskets of money. bright.

Just as Mo Dai was about to say that she didn't plan to sell these two baskets of meat, and left them all for the family to eat, she suddenly heard the cries of two children behind her.

Mo Dai turned around in surprise, only to find that the two children, Mo Xiaoyu and Mo Xiaoyi, were standing in front of the two baskets of meat and burst into tears.

It turned out that they thought that all the meat was reserved for eating, and they were very happy when Modai pushed it into the yard. Unexpectedly, what their grandfather said just now completely shattered their dreams. These meats are reserved just like eggs. Those who want to sell money can't eat. Although they are sensible, they are still young after all, and they can't accept this cruel reality for a while, so they burst into tears.

This time, they were really sad, no matter how Mo Wufeng coaxed them, they couldn't coax them well.

"What's the matter?" Mo Wuqing entered the house before Mo Dai, and went straight into the firewood room as soon as he entered the door. At this moment, he couldn't bear the cry of the child, so he walked out of the firewood room .

The two children first cried in Mo Wufeng's arms, and when they saw Mo Wuqing coming out, they threw themselves into his arms and cried for a while. After a while, they stopped crying, and their little bodies twitched. , looking very aggrieved.

"Xiao Yu, tell third father, is someone bullying you?" Mo Wuqing asked.

"..." Mo Xiaoyu shook her head.

"Then why are you crying? Are you hungry?"

"..." Mo Xiaoyu nodded.

Mo Wuqing frowned. The two children just drank a small bowl of black batter in the morning, so it's no wonder they weren't hungry, but they have come here like this in the past, and they have never seen the two children cry. Why are they crying so much today? The evil?

"..." Mo Xiaoyu didn't speak, but couldn't help but glance at the two baskets of meat, while Mo Xiaoyi, who couldn't speak, walked over and stretched out her short arms to surround one of the meat baskets, The little thing looked ridiculous and painful.

In an instant, Mo Wuqing understood, but he deliberately pretended not to know, instead of giving the two children unrealistic hopes, it would be better to directly kill their desire to eat meat.

Without saying a word, Mo Dai went straight into the stove and took out a kitchen knife, and cut off a large piece of meat from the basket with two swishes, weighing about twenty catties, and then returned to the stove again.

Next, the sound of kitchen knives chopping meat came from the kitchen room, and after a while, green smoke rose from the chimney of the kitchen room, followed by the sound of spatulas colliding with iron pans, and finally the tempting The smell of meat wafted out.

Modai originally wanted to make braised pork, but there was no soy sauce to season it, so he could only simply fry it, season it with onion, **** and garlic, and then add water to stew it. During the meat stew, Mo Dai weighed the bag containing the black noodles, and with a cruel heart, dug out two large scoops, poured them into a pottery basin, added water and kneaded them, and finally kneaded them into hollow cone-shaped steamed buns. Mo Dai added a layer of steaming trays to the stewing pot, and then steamed the steamed buns in it.

After about half an hour, the meat is rotten and the steamed buns are cooked. Mo Dai walked out of the kitchen with a large pot of meat, and greeted the whole family, who had already been aroused by the smell of the meat, into the main hall for dinner.

The two little ones looked at the pot of stewed meat that was honestly not good looking, and their mouths were drooling. Knowing that they didn't know how to use chopsticks, Modai used a single chopstick to skewer a large piece of meat and handed them to them, letting them eat in their hands.

The meat was stewed just right, and the mouth was soft and tender. The two little ones ate happily, perhaps because they were so happy, they actually smiled at Modai.

Modai felt relieved, the children's inner world was very pure, and they clearly felt her kindness.

Mo Wufeng, Mo Wuqing and Xu Shaolin didn't move their chopsticks, even though their stomachs had protested more than once. Mo Dai blinked, and suddenly understood the reason, so she found another big big bowl, filled it with a bowl full of meat, "This is reserved for Wuyun, you can eat it too!"

Hearing what she said, the three of them raised their chopsticks, picked up the meat with a slightly awkward hand, and slowly took small bites like eating delicacies from mountains and seas. Mo Dai also took a piece of meat into her mouth, narrowing her eyes and savoring it carefully. Maybe it's because my body hasn't tasted meat for half a year, and I've been hungry for too long. The fat and tender meat juice overflowed my mouth, arousing my hungry taste buds to a great extent. It's so delicious.

Mo Wuyun rushed home from the town. He was carrying a cloth bag. Inside the cloth bag were several solid-color coats that needed to be embroidered by her and Wufeng from Mrs. Wu's house. In the cuff was a small oiled paper bag. , there were a few pieces of pastries inside, he was not willing to eat them, thinking of leaving them for Xiaoyu and Xiaoyi.

When Mo Wuyun thought of the happy expressions of the two children when they saw the pastries, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitched. When he was about to reach the house, Mo Wuyun smelled a strong smell of meat, and subconsciously swallowed, but then he put the smell of meat behind him, he knew very well that the one of them who was eating black batter It is impossible to eat meat at all in a family that has become a problem.