Farmhouse Green Plum

Chapter 689 Morning Eating

Her time at Huichuntang made her accustomed to the fact that cooking was not just a woman's job. Whoever was free could do it, or everyone could do it together.

She thought this was a good idea. Since they were going to live together for the rest of their lives, it would be better for them to understand each other's daily concepts and ideas as early as possible.

When I opened the door and went out, I saw a faint light flickering in the kitchen, and it seemed that someone was already there.

Yuan Qing said: "It must be my mother. She is most familiar with the things in the kitchen. If there is something we don't know where it is, we can ask her."

He seldom went into the kitchen, so he didn't know exactly where rice, flour, grain, oil, etc. were kept.

Song Ying nodded and quickened his pace.

The wick of the oil lamp on the stove crackled softly, and the dim flames swayed slightly in the draft. Fang was leaning over an elm chopping board, cutting meat. The muffled sound of the knife blade hitting the chopping board was particularly clear in the morning mist.

The light stretched her figure extremely long, and a gray shadow climbed up the thatched eaves obliquely, as if it was going to support the entire roof.

In front of the stove on the other side, Yuan Shan was sitting on a small stool, her head nodding, dozing off.

Hearing footsteps, Fang paused what she was doing and turned her head to see the newlyweds standing by the door. Her face, slightly red from the cold, immediately broke into a smile: "Oh, it's so cold, you should get some more sleep. Go back to bed quickly, I'll call you later!"

Tea hadn't been offered yet, so it wasn't the right time to change the subject. However, calling her aunt as before wouldn't be appropriate either, so Song Ying skipped the title and said with a smile, "You can take a rest. I'll serve you breakfast today."

"Your hands are for healing and saving lives, how can you do this? Besides, there are still many relatives who have not left today, so we need to cook more. Shanwa and I will do it."

As she spoke, she turned her head to glance at Yuan Shan who was standing in front of the stove behind her and shouted, "Shanwa, don't sleep anymore, hurry up and light the fire, I'm almost done with the food!"

"Oh, oh, okay!" Yuan Shan raised her head with a start, and seeing the two of them, her eyes also lit up, and most of her sleepiness disappeared: "Brother, sister-in-law, you are awake!"

Song Ying smiled at her and continued to talk to Fang: "Just teach me how much I need to do."

It was customary to have breakfast on the second day of marriage. Fang only asked for the fire to be lit at this moment, obviously she was waiting for her, and the previous words were just polite words.

Fang did not persuade him any more and said with a smile, "Okay, put these prepared dishes in the steamer. They are all leftovers from yesterday's banquet. They are all good dishes. Just heat them up in the morning and make a new meal at noon.

I've also prepared the rice. It's on the stove. Just pour it into the pot and set up the steamer. It'll be ready in one pot. Remember to add plenty of water to prevent it from drying out and becoming invisible."

Song Ying agreed and breathed a sigh of relief. The degree of dryness or thinness of rice cooked by different families was different, so this was the best way, as it saved her the trouble of making such a decision.

Yuan Qing said, "Thank you for your trouble, mother."

Fang smiled and said, "Why worry about it? As long as you two are well and give us a big fat boy soon, I will be happy to do anything."

Song Ying acted shy and didn't respond.

She cleaned the rice, added water, set up the steamer, and then put the dishes into the steamer.

Fang was already satisfied with her, and seeing how efficiently she worked, she was even more pleased. She smiled and said, "Normally, you shouldn't eat leftovers on your first meal in our house, but you know the situation at home, so we can't waste anything."

As someone who grew up in Xinghua Village, Song Ying naturally knew that it was common to have leftover food from the wedding banquet a few days after the wedding, and she did not feel neglected.

Moreover, for farmers, these dishes are rare delicacies that they cannot eat on ordinary days, so they would not care about leftovers.

When she was at home, she looked forward to sharing the leftovers from other families' weddings with the villagers.

She smiled and said, "I know."

Then he walked to the stove and said to Yuan Shan who was lighting the fire, "Let me do it."

Just as Yuan Shan was about to stand up, Fang said, "Just let Shanwa do it. Your hands are precious, don't let them get burned.

"Today I should..."

Before Song Ying could finish, Fang interrupted him: "Rules are dead, but people are alive. Just show your respect."

Yuan Shan felt a little uncomfortable listening to these words, but thinking about how kind Song Ying was in her daily life, and how her hands were indeed precious when she was a miracle doctor performing acupuncture, she suppressed her discomfort and said, "Sister-in-law, you go and rest. I'll light the fire."

Song Ying walked past her, went inside, and pushed her away. "Your hands are precious too. Besides, it's just a fire, I'm used to it."

As he spoke, he sat down, picked up the fire tongs, and stirred the firewood inside to make it burn more vigorously.

Yuan Shan was stunned and glanced at her hands. It was the first time someone said her hands were precious.

Seeing Yuan Shan standing there motionless, Fang frowned and wanted to say something else, but Yuan Qing said, "Mom, you are the one who should rest. We are here. Go to sleep. You must have been busy until very late last night. Go to sleep now!"

As he spoke, he put his hands on Fang's shoulders and pushed her out.

Fang was very grateful for her son's concern. "It's just cooking a meal, how can it be so tiring?"

Having said that, he finally followed Yuan Qing's wishes and went out. When he reached the door, he did not forget to say, "Shanwa, light the fire. Your sister-in-law just came to our house and can't get tired."

Yuan Shan came back to her senses, sat down and said, "Sister-in-law, I'll do it."

Song Ying pushed away her hand that was about to take the fire tongs and said, "It's warm in the kitchen. Why don't you go back to your room and sleep here."

Whenever a family holds a wedding or funeral, the host is the most tired. When the helpers go home at night, the host still has to put some things away and count the food and supplies needed for the next day.

It's easy to guess that after they went to bed last night, Yuan Shan must have been busy with Fang and others until midnight, so I'm afraid they didn't sleep for very long.

Yuan Shan was indeed very sleepy, otherwise she would not have fallen asleep while waiting for the fire to be lit. It was comfortable to lie down on the bed and sleep, but if her mother and grandmother knew about it, they would probably scold her.

Without much hesitation, she said, "I'm right here. If you can't find anything, just call me."

"Okay." Song Ying agreed.

Yuan Qing sent Fang to the door of the room and was inevitably asked a few questions about what happened last night. He was delayed for a short while. When he returned to the kitchen, he saw Yuan Shan asleep leaning against the pile of firewood at the back.

He walked over lightly, held out his hand and said in a low voice, "I'll light the fire."

"No, I'll just burn it."

In order to prepare the wedding banquet, firewood was prepared in the summer. The firewood was chopped into pieces and did not need to be broken or folded at the last minute. Yuan Qing just let her do it.

He glanced at Yuan Shan and sighed softly, "Xiao Shan has been busy these past few days and is exhausted. After the New Year, I have to buy her a few servants.

As early as the beginning of this year, he proposed to buy two servants to help with housework, but was rejected by the whole family.