Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Really Knows How to Hide Things Chapter 157: Chapter 157 Really Knows How to Hide Things Kelp and rib soup was especially delicious.
Those who wanted to gnaw on bones gnawed on bones, and those who liked ribs gnawed on ribs.
Yun Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, picked kelp to eat. Now that it had been stewed for two hours on a wood-fired stove, it was soft and glutinous, and tasted very good.
“Eat the at.” Why did the wife like to eat these vegetables but seem not to like at that much?
Previously, the wife didn’t like to eat fat, but the ribs were all lean at.
“Those intestines, hearts, and lungs can be braised with spices or stir-fried before being stewed in a red sauce,” Mrs. Zhao said while eating, afraid they wouldn’t know how to cook these things. She continued speaking to Yun Xiaoxiao, her eyes drifting towards her youngest son, who was serving ribs to his wife.
Having spent the whole day with the young wife, looking at her face which was even more beautiful than a maiden’s, it really was no wonder why her youngest son cherished her so much.
Who wouldn’t want to look at a beautiful person?
Even after having two children, she still looked like a flower. And now her deanor had also changed a lot, resembling that of a female cadre.
Mrs. Zhao, who also hadn’t seen much of the world, believed that a female cadre from the town was the most educated and capable person around; otherwise, she wouldn’t have beco a cadre.
Suddenly, Yun Xiaoxiao rembered the delicious dishes, like braised pig intestines and cold stir-fried lung slices.
Especially in the twenty-first century, pig intestines and ribs were even pricier than pork.
Not to ntion that her mother-in-law had spent half a day cleaning them.
“Then tonight, let’s have dad and mom co over for dinner.”
After all, these foods couldn’t be kept for long.
Mrs. Zhao thought of rendering lard.
“After dinner, we’ll render the pig fat.”
In so households, for the entire year, they would only get a bit of at to render so lard during the New Year’s distribution by the production team. When the production team had plenty, a family could get one or two jin of vegetable oil, but that was the annual oil ration for the whole family.
The two little ones finished off their al with kelp soup mixed with rice, even if it was stead sweet potato rice, they still found it delicious.
After the al, Yun Xiaoxiao and Zhao Tianlei cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes together. Then Mrs. Zhao started the fire to render the pig fat.
“I heard from your dad that the production team next door extracted quite a bit of oil this year and is planning to exchange so to distribute among the mbers.”
The oil Yun Xiaoxiao bought was authentic rapeseed oil, as she dared not buy soybean, peanut, or sunflower oils, for fear they would beco suspicious.
Rapeseed oil was the standard for that era.
“Mom, the last ti I went to the county town, I got lucky and bought a few jin of oil. Do you want to take so back later?”
She had hidden the oil, keeping it in glass bottles. It wasn’t like the present day, where oil was stored in plastic bottles—it was all in glass bottles then.
“No need, I have oil at ho.”
Yun Xiaoxiao said generously, “Nowadays, trade is possible in the town and the county town. Otherwise, without oil tickets, I couldn’t buy these things.”
Mrs. Zhao was surprised for a mont. Everything required tickets, so how was it possible without tickets?
“Mom, it’s true. Nowadays so things don’t need tickets, but so industrial products still do,” Yun Xiaoxiao explained.
“Mom, take a bottle back with you.” Mrs. Zhao watched wide-eyed as her daughter-in-law took a bottle of oil from next to the water jar underneath the cupboard.
Is this how you hide it?
Oil needs tickets and costs more than a jin each.
Zhao Tianlei was also a bit surprised; he truly didn’t know there was rapeseed oil in there.
His wife really knew how to hide things.
Yun Xiaoxiao didn’t know how to render lard; she had seen her parents do it before but hadn’t paid much attention.
But now, Tianlei even told her to read while they rendered the pig fat.
It really seed like he was afraid of his wife getting tired but not worried about his old mother getting exhausted.
Mrs. Zhao just glanced at her youngest son without saying a word.
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