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Meng Xinxin poured all the remaining cornmeal into the wooden barrel in front of Wei's mother.

"Mom, rub the cornmeal evenly on it like I did."

Mother Wei felt a pang of pain in her heart.

She wants to hit someone now.

A pound of cornmeal is enough for a family to eat for a day, but it was wasted like this by Meng Xinxin.

Not only was Wei's mother heartbroken, but the women who were washing clothes nearby also felt heartbroken.

Although life is better now, food cannot be produced in this way.

"Learning to be her mother and daughter-in-law is a waste of food. You should talk to her when you have time..."

"Everyone is right. I will tell her when I get back."

I heard a chirping sound in my ears.

Meng Xinxin quickened her movements.

After rubbing it for a while, she washed it several times.

Seeing that it was almost time, he called Wei's mother home.

What the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law didn’t know was that in just half a day, news of Meng Xinxin’s squandering of money spread throughout the entire village.

And the rumors became more and more outrageous.

At the beginning, it was about Meng Xinxin using cornmeal to wash pig offal.

Later, it became Meng Xinxin who used rice and sugar to wash pig offal.

By the time Fuling heard the news, Meng Xinxin had become the one using lard to wash pig offal.

"Mom, people are saying Aunt Xinxin uses lard to wash pig offal. Is that true?"

Meng Wanqiu returned home and didn't even have time to put away her schoolbag. She ran to Fuling and asked curiously.

Meng Mingshuo followed closely behind and retorted after hearing what his sister said.

"No, what people say outside is Aunt Xinxin, who uses sugar to wash pig offal."

Fuling didn't expect that the situation outside would change just because she didn't go out for one morning.

"Mingshuo, Wanqiu, who told you that?"

The brother and sister blinked their big round eyes and said innocently.

"It's spread all over the village now. We heard the aunties and grandmas talking about it when we came back just now."

"Mom, why does Aunt Xinxin use sugar to wash the pig's offal?"

"How can something as delicious as sugar be used to wash stinky pig offal? That would be a waste."

Meng Wanqiu didn't understand why anyone would use precious sugar to wash smelly pig offal.

Fuling touched their heads one by one.

"Mingshuo, Wanqiu, sometimes what you hear isn't necessarily true."

Meng Wanqiu raised his head.

"Mom, you mean those aunties and grandmas in the village are lying."

"Not really, Wanqiu. You've lived in the village for so many years, you should know the characters of the villagers."

Meng Mingshuo interrupted.

"I know. Mother means the villagers are exaggerating."

"Mingshuo, you're so smart. Do you remember what happened a year ago? A chicken was lost at Goudan's house, and the rumor spread that someone at Goudan's house had stolen someone."

A little thing in the village, after being passed on by word of mouth among the villagers, eventually becomes unrecognizable.

After finishing his work, Wei's father was walking home with his tools and met some villagers on the way.

Some villagers who had a good relationship with him pulled him along.

"Just like his father, your family really uses sugar and rice to wash the pig's offal."

Father Wei was completely confused and had no idea what was going on.

"When did my family start using sugar and rice to wash pig offal? How come I didn't know?"

"Just now, many villagers saw it by the river."

Wei's father finally got rid of the villagers.

He returned home with a gloomy face.

Just as he was about to ask, he smelled an overbearing fragrance.

He sniffed and walked in the direction of the scent.

Stop at the kitchen door.

"Old woman, what have you cooked that smells so good?"

"Xuecheng's father, you're back? Go wash your hands quickly, dinner will be served soon."

Wei's mother was also skeptical at first.

I didn't expect that my daughter-in-law had such a talent that she could make the fishy and smelly pig offal so fragrant.

Although I haven't eaten it yet, just by smelling the fragrance, I know that the taste is not bad.

However, when he thought about the things used to wash pig offal, he still felt a pang of heartache.

There was cornmeal, tea, and a bottle of wine.

If it doesn't taste good, she will vomit to death.

Wei Xuecheng came back just in time for dinner.

There was a domineering fragrance at the tip of his nose, and Wei Xuecheng felt so anxious for the first time.

"Mom, what are you doing? Why does it smell so good?"

Wei's mother looked mysterious.

"Go wash your hands first, and you'll know in a moment."

Meng Xinxin cut a little bit of everything and put it in a basin, and also prepared a bowl of dipping water.

"Dad, Mom, you guys eat first. I'll go get some for Fuling."

Wei's mother knew that she had used Meng Fuling's bicycle today, and there was nothing wrong with him sending some pig offal to Meng Fuling.

When Meng Xinxin came over, Meng Fuling and the others were preparing to have dinner.

"Xinxin, why are you here?"

"I went to town today and bought some pig offal. I'll give you a bowl to try."

"Thank you, wait a moment, I'll give you the bowl."

Fuling carried a large bowl of pig offal into the kitchen, found an empty bowl and poured the pig offal into it.

Then he washed the bowl and filled it with a large bowl of radish and pork ribs soup, brought it out and put it in Meng Xinxin's basket.

"Xinxin, this is radish and pork ribs soup, take it back and eat it."

"This thing is too valuable, I can't have it."

It is the 1980s now, unlike later times, a bowl of pork rib soup is really precious.

After all, it's meat.

"If you don't want it, then I don't want the things you gave me either."

Meng Xinxin knew Meng Fuling's character from the original owner's memory. She was a person who kept her word.

If she really didn't accept it, Meng Fuling would probably really return the things to her.

She no longer hesitated and accepted it openly.

In addition to sending a bowl to Fuling's family, she also sent a bowl to several other villagers who were on good terms with the Wei family.

This braised pork offal is loved by everyone.

Father Wei ate two pieces of pig intestines. They were not fishy or smelly at all. The taste was something he had never tasted before. He didn't know how to describe it.

He put down his chopsticks and went into the house to get his treasured wine, ready to have a drink.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't even find the wine bottle, let alone the wine.

"Old lady, where is the wine I left in the corner?"

Mother Wei said without even raising her head.

"You mean the wine? I used it."

Wei's father came out, looked at Wei's mother in disbelief and raised his voice.

"Old woman, what did you just say that all the wine was used up?"

"Yeah, I used them all."

"That's a pound and a half of wine and you gave it all to me."

Mother Wei rolled her eyes at him impatiently.

"used."

Meng Xinxin held the bowl and huddled aside, not daring to speak.

She was the one who used Wei's father's wine.

Now it was Wei's father's turn to feel distressed. He sat on the stool with his hands covering his chest. Now the braised food on the table no longer tasted good.

That was a pound and a half of wine, but he was reluctant to drink it. Every time he felt craving it, he would drink two ounces.

now………

Seeing Wei's father looking so distraught, Meng Xinxin felt guilty and a little ashamed.

she whispered.

"Dad, I'm the one using your wine. I'll buy you a bottle tomorrow when we go to town..."