There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

"Mom, you are overthinking this. This is a gift from grandpa to thank you for saving Meijiao."

Zheng Xinyue stroked her forehead, is mom too impatient? He and Changfeng had just confirmed their relationship.

"It's just a piece of cake. How can I accept gifts from him?"

The excitement in Gao Guilan's eyes suddenly disappeared: "Your father said that there is no way to repay a favor."

"It's not about repaying kindness, and you don't do good deeds just for the sake of repayment."

Zheng Xinyue smiled and helped her mother with literacy.

"That's what it means. When we save people, we don't think about repaying them. We can't accept this gift."

Gao Guilan praised her daughter with a slap in the face, looking at those good things, her eyes were reluctant to part with her, but her mouth was firm. ̮̦͖̥͈̳̭̭̋̏͝ŝ̸̢̜̳̱͈̹͓̀̆̔͋͛͠ḩ̷̻̩͍̱̗͔̺̏̓͊̀͂̀ͅṵ̵̙̻͉̦͙̗̥̉̓̓͊̑̂̑x̸ ͍̘̳͂͊̂̊̀͊̕͘.̷̹̦̆̆c̶ ͙͈͚̽̄̈̎̒͜ó̶̧̧̝̳̠͇ ͕̺̲̹̔̈́ ́՝͝m̷̗͓̽̂̌̋̌̌

"Mom, just keep it! Grandpa was angry when I refused, so let's pay it back slowly! My third brother always hunts, so if nothing happens, I will give you some game or some fish, as well as the fungus mushrooms from our mountains. These are in the city. But gold is expensive, and as time goes by, you can always return the favor."

Zheng Xinyue saw the reluctance in her mother's eyes, smiled and hugged her arm, and after talking on the phone, the old lady packed up her things with peace of mind.

The more she tightened her grip, the higher her grin grew, and the brilliance in her eyes shone brightly.

Zheng Xinyue liked to see her mother happy at taking advantage, and she happily accompanied her to tidy up.

She thought about it, grandpa would have a special treat when he came, and some good things in the space would have to be moved out, so that she could take them back when grandpa left.

With this thought in her mind, she walked into the warehouse and closed the door, and came out mysteriously after a while.

"Mom, Master Huang has sent gifts again. He must have known that grandpa was here, so he sent so many good things."

"real?"

Gao Guilan jumped up excitedly. Master Huang hasn't sent anything since Xinyue distributed the corn. Today, he knew that distinguished guests were coming, so he sent something good again?

I followed my daughter into the warehouse and saw the vegetables on the floor, dozens of eggs, two round and plump hares, and two rich old reed hens. This gift was a bit big.

Gao Guilan smiled so hard that she couldn't help but say, "That's great. When Mr. Gu leaves, I'll take it with him. We can't lose our place."

"Um."

Zheng Xinyue smiled and nodded fiercely. As long as her mother said to send them away, she could find an excuse to explain the origin of these things.

Gao Guilan is now full of strength, and her family's life seems to be blooming steadily.

The couple killed a hare and a wild duck, picked up more than twenty eggs, carried a piece of bacon, and went into the house to cook with eggplants, persimmons, celery and beets brought back from the fields.

I made a big pot of rice with the rice sent by Mr. Gu, and steamed it with soy sauce, eggs and small peppers.

Hare Zheng Xinyue plans to use barbecue methods to give her grandpa a different taste.

Mallard Zheng Xinyue wants to be a beer duck the most, but where can she get beer in this day and age? I simply made a steamed duck.

Celery and bacon were stir-fried together, tomatoes were chopped with well water on ice and mixed with sugar, an egg was added to stir-fry fungus, and finally a carrot beet dish was made.

Gao Guilan kept helping her daughter, and the more she looked at her, the tighter her eyebrows became.

Who did Xinyue learn these dishes from? There are no such tricks in cooking in rural areas, and there is no opportunity to learn.

Thinking carefully about the changes in her daughter from the divorce to the present, Gao Guilan's expression changed.

No matter how a person's personality changes, it won't change that much.

Xinyue seemed to be a completely different person, and she didn't even recognize him.

"Mom, what's wrong? Is my face dirty?"

Zheng Xinyue felt her mother looking at her intently. She stiffly raised the corners of her mouth and asked in a low voice.