Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

Chapter 129: Chatting, Good Cooking

After saving her head from the clutches of her aunt, she said unconvincedly: “Humph, I can observe, but don’t underestimate people.”

An Dongmei next to her also smiled and said, "Yeah, I know our Yanyan is the smartest. From now on, I'll let you screen my sister when she finds a partner."

An Qiuxiang expressed her inner thoughts: "Can't I just not find a partner? If I marry someone else, I'll have to work and cook and wash clothes for him. I might as well earn my own money and live on my own."

She had seen the married lives of her elder and second sisters, and found that they could only go home a few times a year and were always at their husband's house.

I have to live my life depending on my mother-in-law's mood. I can't get any money for the work points I earn. It all goes to her. Life is so frustrating.

I didn’t expect that cousin Qiuxiang would have this idea. Independent women’s thinking must be supported and encouraged.

So An Xueyan nodded in agreement and said, "I think it's okay. Why do we have to marry a man? We can work and earn money ourselves, then travel around and see the beautiful mountains and rivers of our motherland."

"Yan Yan, you support me, right? My second and third sisters all think that my idea is problematic. They also say that women are meant to get married and have children. It has been like this since ancient times."

An Qiuxiang sometimes doubted whether there was really something wrong with her because of what her sister said. Now she was very happy that someone agreed with her ideas.

An Xueyan said: "Yes, women don't have to get married. We will make a lot of money in the future, and we can get married if we want. If we don't want to get married, we can build a small yard and live on our own."

An Honglei supported his sister's decision and said, "Sister, I will live with you from now on, and I will make money for you to spend."

"Shi Tou, you are so nice to Yanyan." An Qiuxiang was envious.

Turning to look at her brother who was bored and eating melon seeds, she asked, "Brother, if I don't get married, will you dislike me?"

An Jinbao said indifferently: "Didn't you say you would earn money to support yourself? If you don't want to get married, then don't get married."

Unsatisfied with this answer, An Qiuxiang glared and questioned, "Why didn't you say you would support me? Am I still your sister?"

An Jinbao looked at his sister and said, "If your brother had money, I would definitely support you, but I doubt I can even support myself. Look, your brother doesn't want to go to the fields to earn work points now.

I can't go to the city to work as a worker, and I can't go to university to study.

I can't catch a single one even after several days of hunting in the mountains. My strength is limited. Little sister, you can't be too harsh on your brother."

After saying that, he spread his hands with a helpless look on his face. He now had to rely on his cousin to get some meat, so he still had a clear understanding of his own abilities.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was greeted with contemptuous looks from his sister and good-natured laughter from others.

"Forget it, I won't count on you anymore." An Qiuxiang sighed and accepted her fate. She just had a brother who was incompetent at everything and ate everything without leaving any residue.

When they were almost done resting, my aunt An Qingyu said, "Okay, get back to work. Finish as soon as possible and make ointment for Yanyan."

In fact, the more complicated and difficult method is to grind the medicine into powder, which is more labor-intensive.

While distributing the herbs, cousin An Dongmei asked An Xueyan, "Yan Yan, are you still making the jade cream you made last time? I want to buy some from you."

"Cousin, are you out of yours?"

An Dongmei shook her head: "No, I bought it as a gift for someone else."

But he didn't say who it was for.

"I'm out of herbs recently. I'll make it again when I have enough. I still have some, cousin. I can give it to you if you need it."

Anyway, she is still a child with delicate skin, so she doesn't need it at all. What she uses now is the one she makes specifically for herself to prevent dry skin in winter.

I went to the room, took out a box and gave it to my cousin.

"Thank you, Yanyan. This is for you." An Dongmei took out the three yuan she had prepared and gave it to An Xueyan.

Taking the money, An Xueyan smiled and said, "Come to me again if you need anything in the future."

The price was 3 yuan when she gave it to her family. If outsiders wanted to buy it, it would be 3 yuan per box, the same amount as vanishing cream.

"Before, a few girls in our class asked me what I was using. As soon as I said 3 yuan, nothing happened." An Qingyu sighed as she looked at her niece who earned 3 yuan. Why didn't anyone ask her to buy it? She could earn a commission.

The profit of one box is 2 cents. If she saves more money from her little piggy bank, she will soon break through a small goal.

An Xueyan comforted her: "Aunt, when you go to high school in the city, maybe someone will come to buy it from you."

What she said was true. Girls in the city who could go to high school all came from well-off families and had some pocket money.

Her aunt's increasingly fair and tender face is the best advertisement for this. As long as she keeps applying facial scrubs until she goes to high school next year, she will have fair skin.

A few of them chatted and laughed and processed most of the herbs in one morning, and they would have everything ready in the afternoon.

She is about to start boiling the medicine and will be able to make the ointment tomorrow.

In the afternoon, some friends came to ask the brother and sister to go out and play, but they were rejected and made plans to play together another day.

After the efforts of several people, a small casserole of ointment was ready by noon the next day.

An Jinbao, his hands sore from exhaustion, said, "Huh, it's finally done. Should we mail all of this out?"

An Honglei also asked: "But what do you use to pretend?"

"Dad said he would find the thing and bring it back." With her dad around, An Xueyan was not worried at all.

"Okay, you've worked hard these past two days. Try this cake I made." Aunt An Qingyu then brought out a cake she made with eggs and flour. The method was all told to her by An Xueyan.

"Wow, it smells so good." An Qiuxiang sniffed and exclaimed in surprise.

Everyone cut a piece of cake and started eating. The sweet taste spread on the tip of the tongue, and the delicate taste made people want to eat more.

An Xueyan felt like she was back in her previous life, eating little cakes.

A piece of cake was quickly eaten up, and no one took the rest. They had eaten it, but the adults in the family had not eaten it yet, so they couldn't eat it alone.

Several people praised the aunt's cooking skills again and again, and they praised her so much that if she had a tail, she would probably fly to the sky.

In the evening, the old couple of the An family enjoyed delicious food that they had never eaten in their lives.

Zhang Guihua exclaimed repeatedly: "This egg flour can be used to make something so delicious. I've really learned a lot."

"This is more suitable for the elderly. It's similar to the egg cakes in department stores." An Qingping said after eating a piece in two bites. He didn't like this kind of sweet snack very much, so he didn't take any more.

An Xueyan nodded to her father's evaluation and said, "Yes, the only difference is that one is steamed and the other is baked."

The old couple ate two pieces in a row before stopping.

After eating, Zhang Guihua started asking, "How much eggs and flour does this take?"

I wondered if she had used up all the flour she had left outside. It was delicious, but it made me feel a little sad.

An Qingyu hurriedly said, "You used 5 eggs, a bowl of flour and a little sugar, and you still have a lot of flour left." It's just that you wasted a lot of eggs.

She also added some milk powder and didn't tell my mother so that the old lady wouldn't be unable to sleep at night.