Liu Qingshan hurriedly hugged his mother's shoulder with a smile and said coquettishly: "Oh, Mom, I'll just say it casually. If you say you want to keep it, then keep it. Mom, look, the winter solstice is coming soon, what delicious food do you want to prepare this year?"

Wu Cuimei then turned her anger and smiled, patted her son's hand, and said, "Haha, this is almost the same. Originally, our family was used to October 15th, and the winter solstice can be used to it, but on October 15th this year, because your third uncle celebrates the Panwang Festival, we did not hold the festival, so we changed the winter solstice. So, this year's winter solstice must be more grand. Never let your uncle and others underestimate our family."

"Yes, yes, yes. Mom, you are right. We must do it. Make more delicious food and kill more chickens and ducks, so that my uncle and others will admire our family."

"Go to you, don't always think about my chickens and ducks." Wu Cuimei broke away from her son's hand and said while placing the bowls and chopsticks. "The seventh day of the lunar month is the winter solstice. On the sixth day of the lunar month, make big belly cakes first, and then wait for the seventh day of the lunar month, get up earlier, and then make sticky rice balls."

"Mom, is there any difference between these two glutinous rice cakes?"

"Why is there no difference?" Wu Cuimei was unhappy when she saw her son doubting her ability. "Big Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly Belly B

This is simply a slander.

First of all, whether it is big belly cake or sticky rice cake, they are ground into dough, then used the dough as the skin, and then used freshly chopped pork and water-locked vegetables as the filling, which actually tastes similar.

In fact, whether it is Big Belly Ba, Mizuki, or the previous triangular bag, the fillings are basically the same, and there is no difference, and they can be shared.

Of course, big belly cakes with grapefruit leaves will have a pomelo fragrance, while sticky rice cakes will be crisp and refreshing.

Strictly speaking, the taste is a little different, but this is almost the same for a straight man with a bloody mouth.

After all, this is a thing for women's homes, and only women's homes can feel the exquisiteness.

"There are differences and differences, hehe, no matter what glutinous rice cake you make, I will support you." Liu Qingshan quickly gave up his smile.

"This is almost the same." Wu Cuimei sat down, ate her meal, and thought, "Today's fourth day, tomorrow's fifth day, tomorrow's sixth day, and the day after tomorrow, we will start making glutinous rice cakes the day after tomorrow. The morning after tomorrow, you get up early, go to the town to buy pork, and buy more."

"Buy more?" Liu Qingshan's pocket ached a little. "One pound of pork costs 30 yuan. Now it's the winter solstice. The pork has been rising rapidly in the past few days. It's probably 35 yuan per pound tomorrow, but maybe it will cost 40 yuan per pound the day after tomorrow."

"Forty is forty, what's the point?" Liu Yuanhe was generous, "Forty yuan per pound, buying two pounds is only eighty yuan. Why are you so stingy? Do you want your uncle to look down on you?"

"What two kilograms?" Wu Cuimei glared at him, "If you want to buy it, buy twenty kilograms."

"Puff--" The father and son both swear at the same time.

"Mom, you're crazy, why are you buying so much pork?" Liu Qingshan's pocket stinged, "Twenty pounds of pork are only 800 yuan."

"Eight hundred yuan is only eight hundred yuan." Wu Cuimei said, "Even if it is one thousand yuan, you have to buy it. If you don't buy it, how can you marinate the bacon? Without the bacon, how can you celebrate the New Year?"

"Twenty pounds are too much." Liu Yuanhe also felt distressed. Although it was not spending his own money, to show off and save face, spending so much money to buy pork is not a mistake, what is that?

If it is normal, thirty yuan per pound, twenty yuan will only cost 600 yuan. But buying pork before such festivals often has a much higher price. Why bother?

"Where is the more than twenty kilograms? You have to use 30 or four kilograms of pork to make glutinous rice cakes, and then you can eat several kilograms of vegetables. There are ten kilograms left to make bacon, but where is the more?" Wu Cuimei said, "Others' families make bacon with thirty or forty kilograms, but our family makes ten kilograms, so where is the more."

"Mom, we can't compete with others." Liu Qingshan advised, "If our family wants a car but no car, how can we compete with others if we don't have a house? If you have this money, you'll save it first."

"Yes." Liu Yuanhe stood on his son's side this time, "Buy ten kilograms first, it's enough to eat during the holidays, there's no need to buy that much."

"I don't care." Wu Cuimei saw the father and son unite against him, so she simply said, "Anyway, I am the one who makes glutinous rice cakes during the holidays. I said that if I want to buy 20 kilograms, it's 20 kilograms. If you don't buy so much, you can make glutinous rice cakes yourself."

My mother said so, what else can Liu Qingshan say?

"Okay, okay. Mom, twenty pounds are only twenty pounds." Liu Qingshan is not short of these hundreds of dollars now. Although the money to buy a car is not enough, it is not enough to save these hundreds of dollars.

Furthermore, my mother used to live a life of frugality, but now she finally saw that her family has been better. She wants to be proud in front of her brothers. This kind of mentality is understandable.

Although it is not recommended to compare, it is not recommended to always pretend to be a grandson.

Well, it’s just pork, I’ll get two hundred pounds back!

After thinking through the idea, Liu Qingshan was going to ride his bike out early in the morning.

Wu Cuimei asked, "Qingshan, where are you going to ride a bike early in the morning?"

"Mom, don't you want pork? I've thought about it. Instead of spending nearly a thousand yuan to buy pork, it's better to go into the mountains and catch wild boars by ourselves. I'm very sure now. As long as I convince Old Man Tan to follow me into the mountains, I will definitely be able to catch wild boars. At that time, if you share with Old Man Tan, you will have to have 180 kilograms of wild boar meat. Just wait and see my uncle lose his eyes."

"Ah?" Wu Cuimei didn't expect her son to have a wild boar again. She quickly stopped her son, "Qingshan, stop taking risks. Have you forgotten the last time that the wild boar was stabbed in the butt?"

"Hey, it's okay." Liu Qingshan smiled relaxedly, "I lost the loss of eating wild boars before, because I underestimated the wild boar. I told you, I almost caught a wild boar yesterday. If the other wild boar hadn't suddenly ran out to make trouble, I would have gotten back two hundred kilograms of wild boar meat yesterday. Mom, look, both big wild boars didn't do anything to me yesterday, let alone after convinced Old Man Tan, we had a hunting rifle, and the wild boar wouldn't do anything to me."

"But, isn't Old Man Tan unwilling to kill wild boars?" Wu Cuimei said, "If he doesn't want to, you must not go alone."

"I understand, don't worry." Liu Qingshan waved his hand and hurried out.

Wu Cuimei was very happy. Thinking that she might have 180 kilograms of wild boar meat, her face was like a flower blooming.

She returned to the main hall happily, intending to share the good news with Liu Yuanhe, but as soon as she entered the main hall, she saw that most of the rice dumplings piled on the table were missing, and she instantly said angrily: "Where is the rice dumplings? Where is the rice dumplings? Why are there only a few left?"

Liu Yuanhe laughed and said, "Last night Qingshan kept eating, seven or eight, and just now he pretended to be more than ten, saying that he was sending it to Daliang's children..."

"This little bastard dares to play such tricks with me." Wu Cuimei said angrily.

However, when she thought of the 180 kilograms of wild boar meat, she was so angry that she cursed a few times and thought that nothing had happened and went to work.

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