Come on, buy a little more and you will see my update. The old man of the Luo family went there early. Brothers Luo Genwang and Luo Genfa may be due to the technique, and they have never been able to make good wine. So when Ge Yamei got married, the wine tanks at home were only opened once a year, and the wine was sold scattered and the business was half dead.

When the family was split, Luo Genfa occupied Mrs. Luo. She was afraid that the restaurant would be a burden, so she asked for a large mansion covering an acre next to her. She only distributed a small storefront and a half-dead restaurant to Luo Genwang. In addition, she didn't give Luo Genwang a bowl at home, so they basically left the house with nothing.

But Ge Yamei was skillful and skillful. She made wine by herself, and complemented Jingshui, which led to the continuous business today.

The couple of Loganfa occupied a large yard for nothing, and the yard was not worth the money. It has been very difficult these years.

The more I saw the business of the restaurant, the more sore they became. The eldest uncle Huang Yin had nagged a lot on weekdays, saying that he suffered a loss or something.

After all, Ge Yamei came from the village. She had a shallow foundation and didn't dare to argue with them. She gradually got used to the problem of having a big house for a whole day to ask for money.

Luo Genwang is still a filial son. No matter what he is short, he cannot afford to be filial to his mother. Therefore, at least a few hundred taels of money in the seal are spent in the big house.

It’s not time to go to the market today, so most shops in the county are closed, and the streets are also very quiet. Jintang sat at the counter, eating a cup of fried rice tea. Suddenly, he saw Luo Niantang holding a plate and walking secretly from under the counter.

Jintang grabbed him and saw that there was a braised pig's trotter in the plate, and asked, "Don't you clearly sit here and eat, but what do you want to do if you secretly hold a hoof?"

Niantang stuttered: "Dad asked me to bring it to the breasts, because I was afraid that you would scold me with my mother, so..." So he secretly brought his hoof to the big room to eat for Old Mrs. Luo.

Ge Yamei has two delicate and flexible hands, which can make wine and cook, especially a dish of osmanthus hooves. The stew is crispy, soft and glutinous, oily but not greasy, and is particularly delicious.

I have been living a tight life recently and I haven’t cooked a big dish for a long time. Today, Ge Yamei didn’t know why, but she actually stewed three big hoofs.

Although Luo Genwang was lying on the bed, he still did not forget to respect his mother. When he smelled the scent of meat from downstairs, he couldn't bear to eat it. He asked his son to secretly bring one to the mother next door to satisfy his craving.

Jintang turned around and walked out of the counter, went into the kitchen to uncover the hot pot with oily aroma, picked out two big hooves one after another, and made a plate of three hooves, and turned around and was about to leave.

"The old lady next door ate mine and she had the strength to scold me. Do you dare to steal food for her?" The one who came out was Ge Yamei, who was like Jintang, and like a knife.

The wine she steamed for a long time was so hot that it was so scented. Her cheeks were as red as crabapple, her skin was thin, her legs were soft, and her words were trembling and shaking. As she said that, she came to grab the two hooves.

Jintang turned around and brought his hooves to the door of the next room and whispered loudly: "Xiujuan, my mother stewed her hooves for grandma, come and take them."

The sugar juice is rich, the skin is dark brown, the fat meat is stewed into a thin slurry, the lean meat is dark red and soft and tender, steaming, shaking on the plate in a trembling manner.

In the entire Weihe County, there is no one who doesn’t want to be greedy for Ge Yamei, the osmanthus hoof.

Luo Xiujuan, the second sister of the big room, immediately ran out of the yard and smiled and came to pick up the hoof: "Sister, come in and sit for a while?"

"No, the family is still busy."

When I turned around and returned home, I heard Ge Yamei scolding Luo Niantang as soon as I entered the door: "How did you say that your breasts are saying me, you forgot? You are a shameless person and have a hard life. The more you give her food, the more you scold me. It's not all that you father and son are spoiled. I have to work hard to support you father and son, so you can serve the living ancestors." The more she said, the more angry she got, the fire-burning stick was pulled on Niantang's butt.

In fact, Ge Yamei didn't believe that Chen Huaian could cover up a life, and she had thought about it. If the government came to investigate, she would be charged with murder and would never harm Chen Huaian.

Those hooves were the slaughtered rice she made for herself, and they were ready to prepare a full meal before going to the execution ground.

Who knew that in a blink of an eye, she asked her son to take it to the old lady next door who scolded her all day long. How could she not be angry?

Niantang fisted his two little hands, lowered his shoulders, and stood there with a stomach full of air. He suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were filled with tears of grievance.

Jintang said, "Mom, you made it all the time. You are not a person who doesn't know my father. He is hungry and has to give me some milk to be at ease. You work hard every day, but you still eat it from a big room, but after eating it, they still hate you. Why bother?"

If Ge Yamei can offend people, her sharp mouth has a lot of added fuel to her. So in the end, she is the one who works, the one who suffers, the one who suffers, and the one who is dislikes.

In his previous life, Jintang was the most considerate of Ge Yamei, so he quarreled with the big room and the old lady all day long. In the end, even Niantang and Luo Genwang hated her like that.

She was too open-minded in this life. In the end, Niantang and Luo Genwang had to secretly give things to the big house. If they gave them to Ge Yamei, they would not be better off. It would be better to pass Minglu and call Niantang to know who is the good person and who is the evil person.

Ge Yamei was still unrestrained: "Originally, Tang had a few words for her mother, but now even Tang is moving away. It's so hard for her mother to work so hard, it's really terrible."

Jintang smiled and stroked Ge Yamei's shoulder, saying, "It's just a hoof. Wait for my daughter to cook for a while and make your favorite osmanthus root."

Ge Yamei is like Jin Tang, and she has a problem of getting weak after drinking. She asked her daughter to rub her twice and then beat her waist twice, which was particularly comfortable.

If Luo Genwang is in good health at this time, the two of them can come to the last time at night, and the joy that the women of the world have never experienced before, she can feel the bones and marrow. Unfortunately, Luo Genwang is paralyzed. Even if he stands up, he will have no hope for anything in bed in his life.

Although Ge Yamei was only 35 years old, she was ready to stay widow all her life. The more she wanted to stay widow, the more she felt that her daughter should be a woman in her life. She sniffed between Jintang's neck and whispered: "Forget it, after the mother has finished steaming the wine, she still has to go to turn the sand. If you have nothing to do, hurry back to the Chen family, otherwise Huai'an should be anxious. He is a rich young master, be careful that you don't go home all day, Qi Mei will get him a concubine."

Luo Jintang turned around and sat back at the counter.

According to her calculations, Sun Fuhai should come. It has been a day since Sun Fuhai died. Sun Fuhai was originally planning a restaurant, but lost his son. Today, he must have a big fuss when he came to the door. She prepared for a long time, just waiting for Sun Fuhai to come to take his tricks.

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Look, Sun Fuhai is here in a blink of an eye.

His son disappeared for a day and night, and he could not find his body. It was not until early this morning that he had retrieved his medicine box from the lower reaches of Weihe County. Sun Fuhai carried the medicine box and took all the people from the Sun family to Luo's house to ask for something clearly.

As soon as he entered the restaurant and glanced around, Sun Fuhai stared at Luo Jintang at the counter with two sinister eyes: "Where is your mother."

Jintang stood up with a smile: "Why didn't Uncle Sun come to give my father an acupuncture this morning? But the reason why the medical fee is not enough, should I add more?"

Sun Fuhai said: "Gangan the pulse I was diagnosed at your house yesterday. After the diagnosis, I didn't return overnight. I was told to find the medicine box in the Wei River early in the morning. Obviously, something happened to him at your house. Tell me, is someone alive or dead?"

Jintang immediately turned cold: "Uncle Sun said this. My father was still sank on the bed. My mother and I were just two weak women. After hearing what you said, could it be that we hid your little doctor Sun? What are the two weak women hiding a doctor?"

Sun Fuhai smiled confidently and said, "Your mother is just a slut, she can get soaked when she gets drunk. Yesterday, she happened to make wine, or she got drunk and got drunk and got rid of my family. Then you killed someone and killed him."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the Sun family behind him started to scream.

For Ge Yamei and Luo Jintang, wine is like spring/medicine, but it is true. Ge Yamei is open a wine shop again. This unique physique is a blessing and a disaster for them, mother and daughter. Luo Jintang remembers that Sun Fuhai made this noise in his previous life.

At that time, Ge Yamei was already dead, and only Luo Jintang was left.

Jintang still remembers the hustle and bustle of people in Weihe County at that time, pointing fingers and poking. Ge Yamei became a slut, and her life was not easy.

It was from that time that she began to learn to eat wine, and finally, under the temptation of Chen Huaian, she became a restaurant that could not enjoy drinking.

Jintang wore a green lotus-colored cloth that was not married and was still a daughter at her parents' home. The straight-fitting thing was originally worn by a man, but if it was cut properly, women could also wear it. Moreover, the woman's waist was narrow and thin, with a tight waist, narrow and tight, and a considerate body. She also tied a thick black hairpin into a bun, tied high, refreshing and atmospheric, which was a kind of beauty that could not be argued by both male and female.

She said, "Uncle Sun, my chanting house has filled in the big rotten pumpkin. Have you ever eaten it?"

When Sun Fuhai heard her ask such a stupid sentence, he said, "What kind of rotten pumpkin, what are you talking nonsense? Have I ever eaten any rotten pumpkin?"

Jintang said: "Uncle Sun can't give birth to a child. The old custom of our Weihe County is to find a big pumpkin before the frost falls in October, fill in the rotten urine of smart children, marinate it for a month, and then the couple can have a child. Uncle Sun took a fancy to the appearance of the Niantang, so he came to ask his boy to fill the pumpkin. You don't even know about this?"

Sun Fuhai suddenly remembered that he had eaten a few sips of pumpkin that were particularly weird a few days ago, which was also a natural way for his wife to have children. He spat quietly: "What are you doing in my family? Why are you talking about bad pumpkins? Tell me where is my family doing."

Luo Jintang said: "Uncle Sun didn't even know that his wife was looking for pumpkins to pee in order to pray for a child. It was obvious that she was not a careful person. But she said that my mother would suck her after eating some wine. You were a doctor and you came to see someone for treatment. My father was still lying down. What do you think my mother did? What do you think a woman did?"

After saying this, the Sun family dared not speak.

The doctor who came to the clinic to take the pulse was just a credibility. If he used the pulse diagnosis to quietly smear other people's wife, no matter how good his medical skills were, I am afraid no one would dare to invite him.

Sun Fuhai called Jintang to keep silent. Suddenly he saw Ge Yamei standing on the back door, pale face, biting a handkerchief in his mouth, sweating all over his head, and he was guilty at first glance. He was more and more sure that the mother and mother killed Sun Gan yesterday.

A big man had a body and a body, but it was difficult to hide. He firmly believed that Sun Gangan was in the wine cellar, and he brushed away Jintang and rushed into the wine cellar: "These two women must have killed Gangan. Let's go, we can find it after we go to the wine cellar."

After all, he was a kid who had grown up with his hands. As he said that, Sun Fuhai's eyes were wet.
Chapter completed!