After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

After all the embroiderers in Qingshan Embroidery Workshop had left, Chen Dongyue thought that since today was the New Year's Eve, she waved her hand and said to Lady You and others who were still in the embroidery workshop: "Mrs. You and Caitang don't go back for dinner. Clan milk, your family can also join us.

I asked Li Xiucai not to prepare any complicated dishes tonight, and we will just cook them in a pot! "

Qiao Sanmei didn't know what boiling the pot meant, but she kept saying yes. She told Shui Hua to go home quickly and ask Song Bufan and the others to come over for dinner, while she took Lady You to the kitchen to help.

Chen Dongyue patted her butt and said to go back to the room to get the new year's goods.

These New Year's goods were given by customers when she claimed to be delivering goods in the county town a few days ago.

Caitang had never eaten any hotpot, so she curiously asked Jun Lan, who was happily carrying Song Zhigang around in circles, "Junlan Junlan, what is a hotpot? Is it delicious?"

"But~~~it's delicious!!" Jun Lan stopped spinning and put down Song Zhigang.

Poor Song Zhigang, a little dog, was vomited alive...

Jun Lan, as if he was nothing, said to Caitang with bright eyes: "This pot~~ is to put a casserole on the stove, boil the broth in the casserole, and then use the broth to cook the meat , boil the vegetables and eat them.

It was cold a few days ago, so my mother asked Li Xiucai to make a pot to eat. What we ate that day was wild donkey rib soup, and we also had big fat slices of pork and radish slices in it. It was delicious! !

My mother said that if you add mutton slices, egg dumplings, meatballs, etc. to this pot, it will taste better..."

To sum up, the so-called pot is actually a simple home version of hot pot.

"Jun Lan, stop!" Caitang swallowed, "Don't say any more, I'm almost full of my own saliva."

"Hahahaha, I won't say it anymore. You can eat more later. By the way, my mother likes to dip peanuts and sesame seeds into the pot. I know where my mother hid the things. Come on, let's go get some for my mother. Crush it and eat it with meat!"

After saying that, the two little girls sneaked into Song Haopo's bedroom and rummaged through the peanuts and sesame seeds.

At the same time, steam filled the kitchen of Qingshan Xiufang.

Knowing that Chen Dongyue was going to cook a pot tonight, Li Xiucai had already chopped up the last two 'wild donkey ribs' and stewed them.

In this soup, he also added some ham slices and Nanfeng pork slices that Chen Dongyue gave him.

So even though the soup has just been boiled, the rich aroma of meat has already filled the entire small kitchen.

Song Haopo was lighting a fire behind the stove, and kept saying to Da Dunzi who was slicing meat slices: "Slice less~~ If you can't finish it in a while, it will be wasted. You keep some meat, it's winter." , it won’t be bad~~~”

"Don't worry, mother-in-law," Da Dunzi said without even raising his eyelids, "We can definitely finish this piece of meat in one meal, and it won't be wasted!"

Song Haopo's eyes darkened, "No, Dadunzi, that's not what I meant."

"Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalal~~~~" Da Dunzi hummed loudly with a southern and northern accent, not hearing what Song Hao Po said at all, or not wanting to hear it.

Qiao Sanmei came to the door with a smile and asked how she could help.

"No need to help," Li Xiucai pointed at Song Yun, "otherwise you and A Yun can pick and choose dried mushrooms, dried bamboo shoots, dried vegetables, etc. and soak them.

By the way, we still have some Chinese cabbage at home, so you can peel off the outer layers and leave a cabbage heart to rinse and eat later. "

Qiao Sanmei said "Hello", then moved the stool, and sat with Mrs. You and Song Yun at the door to pick vegetables.

After a while, Chen Dongyue arrived at the kitchen door carrying a basket.

She handed the basket to Li Xiucai, "Here, you can slice the sausages in it, chop the cured duck into pieces, and there is also a piece of mutton. Slice it too and eat it later."

By the way, give me the seven or eight eggs we have left, and I will make egg dumplings. I can also put them in a pot and cook them later. "

Song Haopo stood up from behind the stove tremblingly, "Dongyue, after this New Year's Eve dinner, we can still live well... No matter how much food we have at home, we can't make a meal in one meal." It’s over!”

"Don't worry," Chen Dongyue explained to Song Haopo with a smile, "These are the New Year's gifts given by others when I went to deliver the goods. They were not bought with money."

"Yeah~" Qiao Sanmei, who was breaking the cabbage, smiled so hard that her wrinkles could kill a fly, "To say that the buyer Dongyue found is really great!

Not to mention that the payment is never in arrears, and we can also give you a gift~~~ Logically speaking, this gift should be given to the buyer by us. "

"Hehehehe, I met a fairy guest, and there's nothing I can do about it." Chen Dongyue smiled heartily.

To be honest, the things she took out now were less than one-tenth of what Xiaoyou had "expressed" to her.

Since the income from Xiaoyou's online store has stabilized, this guy has entered a state of shopaholic flow.

What is the shopaholic flow state?

Even if Chen Dongyue told her that the things were enough for now and there was no need to buy any more, she would still 'deliver' things to Chen Dongyue without any persuasion.

Let's just say that there are at least seven or eight toilets floating in Chen Dongyue's space right now.

All shapes, all materials, all sizes...all available.

There are also ten large bags of natural cat litter used to spread in the toilet, which must weigh one hundred pounds by visual inspection.

Yes, this toilet does not need cat litter, as long as you clean it yourself every day.

But how can I put it... Chen Dongyue doesn't know how to clean the toilet at all.

She was too embarrassed to ask Song Haopo or Song Yun to brush them for her, so she could only use cat litter for the time being and shovel the cakes herself.

Fortunately, she rarely gets up at night...well, I'm getting too far off topic.

All in all, the inventory in Chen Dongyue's space is indeed very sufficient now, so she still has the ability to indulge occasionally.

Moreover, in addition to meat dishes, she also has...

"Pomegranates?!" Li Xiucai took out three super large pomegranates from the bottom of the vegetable basket, "How can there be pomegranates in this ice and snow?!

And... pears? Is this a pear? Why is it so big? This head is almost as big as Jun Lan's. "

"Oh~~~I don't know either," Chen Dongyue shrugged at Li Xiucai, "This basket of food was given to me by others, and I didn't look at it carefully.

We can eat whatever is given to us, so why bother with the details? Rich people can’t buy anything they want~”

After Chen Dongyue finished speaking, she raised her eyebrows at Dadunzi and asked, "Is that right, Dadunzi?"

"Well," Da Dunzi nodded, and then shook his head, "That's not entirely true. I have eaten pears in the winter, but never such big ones. And this pomegranate... I haven't seen it either. It’s such a big deal.”

"Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist, right~~" Chen Dongyue narrowed her eyes.

Dadunzi nodded immediately, "Yes, yes, Sister Dongyue is right, we can eat whatever we have anyway, we don't have to be so picky, hehehehehe."

"No," Song Haopo still strongly disagreed with this statement, "Can't we save a little and eat slowly? Do we have to finish the whole meal today?"

"You have to go before you come back," Chen Dongyue said nonsensically: "Little old lady, haven't you heard this sentence? If you live in poverty on New Year's Eve, then next year will definitely be a miserable year too!"

"Oh~~~No wonder our family is so poor now," Qiao Sanmei thought thoughtfully, "It turns out it's because we were so poor on New Year's Eve before!

Dongyue, this makes sense~! ! No matter what we do in the future, our family will definitely arrange two, no, three meat dishes for New Year’s Eve! "

Song Hao Po muttered, "How can this make sense?" The poor who cannot afford meat will always be poor...'

Having said this, she stopped talking, just sighed deeply, sat back on the small bench, and continued to lick the fire into the stove.

The words that my daughter-in-law said seem to be right! The little old lady didn't want to admit it, but she could only acquiesce.

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