The fake daughter is so crazy! After going to the countryside, she is spoiled by a rough man every d

Liao Hongmei couldn't help but add, "Men and the elderly have clothes that are fine, but children grow up fast."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was immediately recognized by everyone.

"Yes, my three little boys grow up every year and a half, so the clothes I make are bigger and bigger."

He Jing cannot participate in this topic.

Neither in her previous life nor in this life did she have any children.

He Jing didn't say anything, just listened quietly.

As the women were chatting, somehow the conversation turned back to He Jing.

"It's better to be young, your looks and figure are first-class." Someone said.

"After getting married and having a baby, you can't get your figure back." Mrs. Qing sighed, then she thought of something and asked He Jing, "When are you planning to marry Zhou Qi'an?"

After hearing this question, Liao Hongmei perked up and looked at her.

He Jing shook her head, "I don't have any plans to get married for now."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Mrs. Qing immediately advised her, "There is no reason for a woman not to get married, and you are already dating Zhou Qi'an."

"If you don't get married, wouldn't that be deceiving others?"

"Yes, marriage is a woman's mission."

"Who doesn't want to get married? He Jing, you can't let anyone else know what you said."

He Jing couldn't help laughing as she listened to her sisters' advice, "I'm not not getting married, I just haven't gotten married yet."

"Oh, then we will get married in the future."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Liao Hongmei felt that she could not continue with this topic, so she quickly found a new topic to divert attention.

He Jing was also able to relax.

Work is busy and hard, but time passes quickly as you work.

After work, He Jing and Liao Hongmei went home.

Before I even entered the house, I heard Zhou Cuihong's loud voice next door.

"What to give?"

"What do you think of home?"

"I'm telling you, no!"

Zhou Cuihong yelled, and the neighbors all leaned out to see. When they saw the two of them coming back, they said, "Dabao boasted to his classmates at school that Zhou Cuihong could also make pickled beans, and that she would send them to his classmates' homes when she was done."

When He Jing and Liao Hongmei heard this, they looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"If she gave it to me, I would be very happy," said Liao Hongmei.

The neighbor waved his hands and shook his head, "Just believe it."

"Zhou Cuihong, you know that he is a notorious miser. He only brings good things home. How can he send good things out?"

He Jing smiled and said nothing.

Liao Hongmei knew that her neighbor was not very familiar with her, so she found an excuse and asked her to go home first, while she stayed alone to chat with her neighbor.

He Jing went back, and Zhou Cuihong next door was still cursing, one sentence at a time, every word was tainted with dirty words.

And her grandson Chen Dabao was also throwing a tantrum.

All of a sudden, the sounds of crying and yelling mixed together, making one's head buzz.

When He Jing entered the kitchen, the noise became much quieter.

There was no meat tonight, instead we had tofu and sweet potato leaves.

The tofu was exchanged for sour beans and is made entirely by hand by the villagers. It doesn’t look very good, but it has a strong bean flavor.

He Jing looked at the tofu, thought about it, and decided to make a dish of tofu with green onions.

Scallions are wild onions picked from the mountains. They are very fragrant and will be delicious if mixed with tofu.

As for the sweet potato leaves, the old method is still used - stir-frying with garlic.

There are many ways to cook scallion tofu. He Jing chose the simplest one based on the situation at home.

Cut the tofu into cubes and blanch them.

Chop wild onion.

Finally, mix the diced tofu, wild onions, salt, pepper, sesame oil, etc. together.

A dish of tofu with green onions is ready.

At this moment, He Jing had just finished her work when Liao Hongmei came in, "Jingjing, Sister Qing is here to see you."

"Looking for me?" He Jing was puzzled. "What's the matter?"

"I don't know." Liao Hongmei shook her head and looked at the stove. The tofu was already done, and there were only sweet potato leaves left. "I'll do the rest."

He Jing has already told the whole family how to stir-fry sweet potato leaves with garlic.

Liao Hongmei knew what to do and patted her on the shoulder, "Go ahead."

"Yeah." He Jing wiped her hands on her apron and went out.

Mrs. Qing was waiting in the yard.

"Sister-in-law, what do you want to talk to me about?" He Jing asked.

Mrs. Qing said "oh", she had arrived a long time ago, but she chatted with Liao Hongmei for a while at the door.

A few seconds ago, when we smelled the aroma of tofu mixed with green onions, everyone realized that it was time to cook.

"Jingjing, the food you cook is so delicious that I can smell it from far away." Mrs. Qing said.

He Jing modestly said, "No, it's just that the ingredients are fresh."

"You're welcome." Mrs. Qing waved her hand, then looked at her face and asked, "Jingjing, do you still have sour beans at home?"

"Hmm?" He Jing paused and answered honestly, "Yes, there are, but not much."

Mrs. Qing said, "Hey!" and took out four sweet potatoes from the basket on her arm. "My grandson loves the sour beans you make."

"There was a little left last night, but it was all eaten up at noon." Mrs. Qing was also helpless. She knew how to make pickled beans, and thought about finding time tomorrow to go to the vegetable garden to pick her own cowpeas and make them herself.

But my grandson insisted on eating sour beans.

I heard from others that they exchanged them for eggs.

But there were too few eggs at home, and Mrs. Qing was reluctant to give them away, so she exchanged them for four sweet potatoes. She didn't know if she could get some sour beans in return.

At this moment, the He family has not yet fully returned.

But the four children had already returned. They were playing in the main room. When they saw someone coming, they ran out curiously and gathered around to watch.

Mrs. Qing felt a little embarrassed as she was surrounded by children.

"Sister-in-law, you are too polite." He Jing shook her head and rejected her sweet potato, "You helped me so much before, but I didn't even show any appreciation."

"You gave me sweet potatoes as soon as you came. How can I accept them?"

After He Jing finished speaking, she went to see Jin Bao and said to him, "Go inside and get a bowl of sour beans."

"Okay, aunt." Jinbao went in.

Jinbao also followed.

Yinbao and Miaomiao were standing by, staring at the sweet potatoes.

Mrs. Qing stuffed the sweet potatoes directly into the two children and said seriously, "Let's deal with each other."

"If I don't use something in exchange, the villagers will know and everyone will come to ask you for it."

"Tell me, are you going to give it to me or not?" Mrs. Qing shook her head and laughed again, "If you really feel bad about it, come over and give me a thumbs-up when I make pickled beans later."

"If I make a mistake, please correct it immediately."

He Jing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Okay, thank you sister-in-law."

"Yinbao Miaomiao, you guys should say thank you too."

"You're welcome." When Mrs. Qing saw Jinbao bring out a bowl full of sour beans that would last for two days, the smile on her face became even bigger.

"Many people in the village have learned to make pickled beans from you," Mrs. Qing said. "Although this is a good thing, some people like to cut corners and blame you if the product is not done well."

"You have to be careful in the next few days." Mrs. Qing said, glancing at the neighbor next door tactfully.

Whatever the quarrel next door was just now, the neighbors could hear it clearly.

He Jing understood, "Thank you for the reminder, sister-in-law. I will."

"Okay, I'll go home too."

"I'm going to make pickled beans tomorrow, so remember to come and see me."