During dinner, Liu Qingshan looked at the braised pork he liked to eat on the table, and hurriedly picked the largest piece and put it into his mouth.

But as soon as it entered the mouth, it immediately spit out again.

"Damn, Dad, did you use salt as sugar? Why is it so salty? You can't eat it at all."

Seeing his son's face full of pain, Liu Yuanhe picked up a piece of braised pork, washed it into a bowl of boiled water in front of him, and put it in his mouth.

While chewing braised pork, he said in Liu Qingshan's tone: "I cooked myself. I can add as much salt as I like. What does it have to do with you?"

When Liu Qingshan heard this, Huo immediately understood. It turned out that this old man was competing with him.

OK, you have your conspiracy and tricks, and I have my Ruyi magic weapon.

Putting down the chopsticks, Liu Qingshan found a can of sugar. He scooped two spoons of sugar into the clean empty bowl, then picked up the largest piece of braised pork, dipped some sugar into the bowl, and still put it in the mouth and still ate it with relish.

Seeing that his son was eating braised pork that was too salty to eat, and he was enjoying it, Wu Cuimei was afraid that he would force herself to do it, so she advised: "Oh, Qingshan, if you can't eat, don't eat it, it will be bad if you eat it badly."

"Mom, it's okay, you can try it together."

"No, no, I just ate one piece, it was so salty that I won't eat it anymore." Wu Cuimei hurriedly refused.

But my son didn't listen to her at all. He picked up a piece of braised pork and dipped it in white sugar, so he put it in her bowl.

The meat is all in the bowl, and it is not OK to eat it.

Wu Cuimei had no choice but to frown and reluctantly put the braised pork into her mouth.

Hey, something strange happened.

The braised pork with sugar is not so salty, and it seems to be very delicious.

"Strange, why isn't this so salty?" Wu Cuimei asked with a look of surprise.

Liu Qingshan raised his eyebrows proudly at his father, then laughed at his mother, "Mom, this white sugar can neutralize the salty taste and make the salty taste softer. So, if you add more salt to the dish, add some white sugar."

"So that's the case." Wu Cuimei picked up a piece of braised pork, dipped it in her mouth, and then put it in her mouth.

Well, let alone, the taste is indeed a different flavor.

Seeing that he couldn't tease his son, Liu Yuanhe felt uncomfortable, so he used the flower pot to talk about it: "You said you, why are you buying so many flower pots? You can't eat it or exchange it for money, it's useless."

"Yes, Qingshan, why are you buying so many flower pots?" Wu Cuimei was also a little curious. She didn't want to care about it, but she really couldn't figure out what the flower pots were for, so she followed her husband to ask.

Liu Qingshan stuffed a bite of rice into his mouth and said, "I buy them, of course, it's my use. Don't just get everything involved with money, okay?"

"It's five hundred yuan." Liu Yuanhe hummed unhappily, "Last time I gave someone a few oranges, and you were still screaming there. Now you spend 500 yuan to buy some useless things, can't we talk about you yet?"

Although Wu Cuimei wanted to speak for her son, she felt that Liu Yuanhe's words were reasonable, so she only ate and was too lazy to speak.

Liu Qingshan was not outdone: "Can that be the same? You gave the oranges to others for nothing, and I spent the least amount of money to buy something worthwhile. Can these two things be confused? Besides, I am in my twenties, so what happened to me spend the money I earned to buy something I like?

Look at the young people in the village who are about the same age as me, their monthly salary is only four or five thousand yuan, but who doesn’t dress themselves up like a young man? They not only buy all kinds of good-looking clothes and shoes, but also buy some Apple phones, and often go to drink with friends. I don’t like these, I like flowers and plants, so I spend 500 yuan to buy some flower pots. What’s wrong?”

These words made the old couple stunned for a moment.

Liu Yuanhe had nothing to say.

Because what his son said is indeed good. The young men in the village who are just as old as him, or older than him, go to the factory and work overtime, and their monthly salary is only four or five thousand yuan, which is equivalent to the income of their son now for a few days.

But those young people don’t know how to be frugal. They not only learn to consume in the city, but also learn to play with the people in the city. By the end of the year, there are some young people in the village who don’t even have the fare to go home, and they have to care about their parents’ demands.

Compared to these ignorant young people, their son Liu Qingshan is really sensible. After dropping out of school as a teenager, he went out to work, worked as a hotel waiter, entered a factory, and went to a construction site. Every penny he earned was spent on the knife.

He never dared to spend money indiscriminately, nor did he dare to learn from others to buy gorgeous clothes and expensive mobile phones, but he was afraid that when his family needed money, he would not be able to pay it out.

If they can get such a son, what else can they complain about?

After understanding this, Liu Yuanhe no longer talked about the flower pot.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Wu Cuimei looked at her son with a smile and asked, "Qingshan, I heard that you can watch others cook on your phone, right?"

Liu Qingshan looked up at his mother in a daze and nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"You open it and show it to me and let me learn it too. In this way, I can make more delicious food for you in the future."

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "That's fine. I'll show you after dinner."

After dinner, Liu Yuanhe was sent to wash dishes, while Wu Cuimei and her son sat on the sofa and looked at their phones together.

Liu Qingshan opened the short video software and found a blogger who specializes in food, and then clicked on one of the short videos.

The video only took a few minutes, but Wu Cuimei watched with her own eyes the process of a dish from ingredients to dishes.

"This is amazing." Wu Cuimei sighed with her soul, "This man's movements are too fast. Making a braised fish, turning from raw fish to dish is just a skill to fart."

Liu Qingshan smiled and said, "Mom, this is not a fart skill. Don't just watch the videos on your phone for a while, but in fact, they took a long time to shoot them and then shortened them into such a video."

Wu Cuimei nodded in a slight understanding: "Oh, so that's the case. The method of making braised fish looks different from ours. When I have time, I'll try it. Qingshan and see if there is anything else."

Liu Qingshan opened the homepage again and ordered a few videos for his mother to watch.

Every time Wu Cuimei watches a video, she has to express her feelings. On the one hand, she is expressing the progress of technology, and on the other hand, she is naturally expressing that the food of the city people is really good.

"This big crab costs about a hundred yuan per pound." Wu Cuimei stared at the brightly colored crab on her phone, swallowing her saliva, and said, "I don't know if it's delicious. I seem to be blowing very hard on TV."

Seeing my mother like this, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but smile and lied: "No expensive, mom, don't brag about these things on TV. In fact, it's not worth it, but the price is only as high as pork."

"Ah? The same price as pork?" Wu Cuimei looked at her son with her eyes shining, "It's true? You didn't lie to me."

"Of course it's true, why am I lying to you?" Liu Qingshan hugged his mother's shoulder and smiled, "Mom, these crabs are really worthless, only twenty or thirty yuan per pound."

When Wu Cuimei heard her son say this, she had an idea in her mind: "Since that's the case, then don't buy pork the day after tomorrow. Come back with some crabs. Your dad and I have never eaten crabs."

"Okay, no problem." Liu Qingshan said angrily, "It's not expensive anyway. It's the same price as pork. I won't buy pork the day after tomorrow. I'll buy some crabs and come back for you and dad to try it. OK?"

Wu Cuimei nodded vigorously, full of joy.

Even at night, I still dreamed that I was eating crabs.

The next morning, Wu Cuimei got up, thinking about the crabs in her dream last night, and even drinking oil tea felt boring.

Seeing this, Liu Qingshan asked why.

Wu Cuimei told me about eating crabs last night.

Liu Yuanhe ridiculed and said, "What's the good thing about that crab? I even dreamed of eating crabs, it's so boring."

Wu Cuimei was too lazy to pay attention to Liu Yuanhe, so she just asked her son: "Qingshan, you mean you bought crabs today, is it true?"

Seeing that my mother was crazy about thinking about crabs, Liu Qingshan naturally had to give her 100% affirmation: "Mom, it's true, it's definitely true. I won't lie to you. I will definitely buy crabs tomorrow. Don't worry, you'll wait for food tomorrow."

After hearing his son's answer with such affirmative answer, Wu Cuimei smiled happily, and then she felt that the oil tea in her mouth was scented.
Chapter completed!