Liu Qingshan is already busy.

Grandma Tan said she was dizzy and she should be because her blood sugar was low, so she had to eat some good food.

He asked his mother to talk to Mrs. Tan at home, so he went to the wasteland around the vegetable garden to find some red-backed vegetables.

Although winter is now in full swing, locally, as long as the wild vegetables with strong vitality are full of water, they can be picked all year round.

Standing on the wasteland and watching the vast weeds sway gently in the noon sunlight with the only breeze, Liu Qingshan felt a little comfortable like these withered weeds.

The life of weeds has come to an end, but in the spring of the coming year, they will surely burst out with vigorous vitality.

Although Mrs. Tan may soon be in the old age, her tenacity is definitely the same as these weeds. As long as there is wind, it can still dance. As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, it can grow vigorously. As long as she is still living in this world, she will do her best to protect her family.

Even if such an old lady is not good at speaking sometimes, it is just to defend her own interests. If she looks at her with compassion, she will not feel that those words are harsh.

Thinking of this, Liu Qingshan became more and more open-minded.

After picking the red-backed vegetables, he returned home. He cooked a red-backed vegetables egg soup for Old Lady Tan, and made a lean meat egg custard with lean pork and eggs.

Home-cooked dishes in rural areas are no more complicated than dishes in urban hotels.

The red-bearded egg soup is nothing more than choosing the red-bearded vegetables, washing them, minced ginger, boil a pot of water, and when the water boils, put the red-bearded vegetables in. When the red-bearded vegetables are hot and soft, add eggs and ginger, and then add some oil and salt, and don’t even add seasonings such as MSG chicken essence.

As for lean meat, egg custard, it is more complicated. Chop the lean meat into minced meat, and chop the ginger into foam. Add some fine salt to the egg to beat it, then add the minced meat to ginger foam and stir it together, add some white sugar, and then steam it in the pot.

It doesn’t have any plastic wrap, nor does it make any soy sauce. Therefore, after the egg custard is steamed, it doesn’t look very good. Not only does the surface be uneven, but there are even many holes like honeycombs. Such dishes are really hard to be elegant.

However, people in the mountains do not pay attention to these things. As long as the taste is acceptable, there is no need to care about those fancy things.

Old Mrs. Tan sat at the table, looking at the two dishes on the table, and felt a little hot and hot again. The grievances she had buried in her heart for many years were suddenly evaporated into water droplets and overflowed from her eyes.

Over the years, I have had countless arguments with the villagers. Most of them are afraid of her when they see her, and they hide from her like a plague god. Not to mention cooking for her to eat, sometimes even if they pass by someone’s door, they will close the gate of the courtyard from afar.

Seeing that Old Mrs. Tan was crying, Wu Cuimei chuckled softly and said, "What are you doing? Well, why are you crying?"

Old Mrs. Tan wiped her tears with her sleeves, stared at the two dishes on the table, and she was so difficult that she said: "No one has ever been so kind to me."

Even her eldest son is not that good. Her eldest son has been in a family for twenty or thirty years, but she has eaten at her eldest son's house for only a few times, and every time she goes to dinner, the daughter-in-law will show her the face.

She is strong all her life, so she will naturally not tolerate her daughter-in-law's attitude towards her, so she will quarrel with her daughter-in-law every time.

I thought that this would be the case in my life, quarreling with people and quarrel with people. I guess that no few people would sympathize with her and pity her, let alone say they would be nice to her. She even thought that when she died, many people would probably gloat about it.

Therefore, she really couldn't imagine that someone would treat her like this. It would be fine if she didn't care about her past grudges, but she also cooked so many delicious dishes for her by herself.

There are naturally many two dishes. For her, as long as one dish is served on the edge of the dish, it will be too many, not to mention that both dishes are full.

Moreover, it’s either eggs or pork, which is very luxurious. In her family, she can only eat it during festivals. Usually, she usually makes rice with oil tea. When it’s better, stir-frying vegetables with some lard is considered a meat-filled meal.

There are eggs at home, but she can't bear to eat them. After all, an egg can be sold for one dollar.

"Don't just cry, eat quickly, otherwise the food will be cold." Liu Qingshan sat aside and felt very distressed when he saw Mrs. Tan's tears in her eyes.

You said, how hard it is to live a person to be moved by this little favor.

In her past life, she was probably always living in the wind and snow, so she was moved by this little warmth and tears were filled with tears.

Old Mrs. Tan nodded and stopped talking. She just felt guilty and moistened her eyes, silently savoring this lunch that was very luxurious for her.

The reason why this lunch is extravagant is not just because there are a lot of dishes, there are eggs and meat.

But because this meal also contains Liu Qingshan's tolerance and kindness towards her.

But to be honest, the dishes made by this child are indeed delicious. They are neither salty nor light, and the taste is just right. Especially the lean meat egg custard, although the appearance is very bad, and it is worse than the ones made by her son Tan Dasha, but the taste is very fresh and sweet.

The sweetness of lean meat and the freshness of eggs are like big trees and clear springs in the mountains. Big trees can cover the scorching sun for those who work, and clear springs can bring sweetness to those who work to quench their thirst.

After a full meal, Old Mrs. Tan's body recovered a lot, her head was no longer dizzy, and her eyes were no longer blurred.

She looked at Liu Qingshan who was cleaning up the dishes and said softly: "Qingshan, I scolded you too much before, don't take it to your heart. I'm just a bad mouth, but I have lived for decades and have never harmed anyone."

"I know." Liu Qingshan had already handed the bowls and chopsticks to his mother, so he picked up the broom to clean the new kitchen. He looked up slightly at Old Lady Tan sitting in the corridor at the kitchen door with her back against the big wooden door, and smiled, "If I go to my heart, I won't carry you back."

When Old Mrs. Tan heard this, she felt even more guilty: "Qingshan, actually, I know that the land is not my home, and I also know that it is your second grandfather's home."

She paused, took a deep breath, and said, "But I am really unwilling to give up. When I planted that land, it was still a wasteland, with all kinds of wild trees, wild grass, many shrubs, and various thorny vines. It took me a lot of effort and a lot of time to open the wasteland.

That's not all. At that time, no one had planted the land before, and it was still very steep. There were many stones. I dug the land into a ladder with one hoe and another, and threw all the stones into the river. You don't know, my sons were still very young at that time. I was alone with two children, working in the field while taking care of them. So, when I saw you dig the land yesterday, I was so angry and said so many ugly words.

However, I have figured it out now that I can fight to the end, but not my own. I don’t feel happy if I fight.
Chapter completed!