She Lives Well with the Shopping App in the 80s-Chapter 154: So This Is How You Delude Yourself

"Aren’t you afraid your wife will despise you by then?"

If Laosan’s Wife really gets into university and graduates, then she’d be a college graduate.

What’s gonna happen when she kicks Laosan to the curb?

Ignore the wisdom of the elderly and suffer the consequences.

"No way, my wife treats me very well; she just doesn’t know how to show it."

You always think you’re right.

That’s how you’re deluding yourself with wishful thinking.

"Hurry up and go, I don’t want to see you."

Zhao Tianlei left with a smile, intending to buy some salt on his way home.

After Mrs. Zhao put the two pieces of meat away, she tidied up the house inside and out before heading over to Laosan’s place to see what was going on.

You can learn if you don’t know how to make cured meat.

She also wanted to suss out Laosan’s Wife, to find out if she really got into university and was planning to dump Laosan.

If she did get in and was really going to leave Laosan, then Mrs. Zhao would have no choice but to prevent Laosan’s Wife from taking the college entrance exam next year.

"Da Bao’s mother, are you home alone?"

Yun Xiaoxiao didn’t expect her mother-in-law to come over.

"Yeah, Da Bao and Xiao Bao went out to play, and Da Bao’s father went to the town to buy salt."

Mrs. Zhao glanced around the yard; there was still some snow unmelted. As the saying goes, it’s not cold when it snows, but it’s cold when the snow melts.

Today is even colder than yesterday.

"Laosan, did you ask me to come over to help?"

Help with what?

Seeing her mother-in-law heading to the kitchen, Yun Xiaoxiao remembered the meat—were they going to make cured meat?

You need to cut some cypress branches and gather some tangerine and pomelo peels so that the smoked meat will have a nice fragrance.

But she didn’t know how to smoke the meat.

"You need to rub it with salt for a few days before hanging the pieces up to smoke them with a certain kind of wood."

"Then I’ll have to trouble you when the time comes, Mother."

Mrs. Zhao also saw some bones, some already rubbed with salt, others still aside.

This pig wasn’t small at all.

Seeing everything inside the pig’s stomach still not cleaned out, Mrs. Zhao sighed at the sight of her delicate daughter-in-law, deciding to take care of it herself.

"Mother, how about making some sausages?"

Sausages and cured meat are the perfect pairing for Chinese New Year.

Herself, Ms. Fan, also follows the trend by making sauce meat and sausages.

Sausages?

"Let me look around, I think I bought some barbecue spices, to add some into the mix."

The two mothers-in-law and daughter-in-law were each busy with their own tasks, but eventually, they came together to make sausages. They bought seasoning for spicy sausages from Pinduoduo, cut bamboo tubes after seeing them on Pinduoduo too, and decided to make them on their own.

By the time Zhao Tianlei got back, the two had already finished making the sausages and even had them hanging up.

"Sausages?"

The daughter-in-law and Mother made them together?

And there was also a pot of pork rib and kelp soup simmering on the stove.

"Da Bao’s father, you’re back. Come over for lunch at noon," the daughter-in-law suggested in a tone that sought recognition.

"Mother, Xiaoxiao, you two take a break. I’ll take over from here."

There was still some meat that hadn’t been properly spiced.

"Da Bao’s father, I want to make some sauce meat. When we went to the county town before, I heard someone talking about it. I’m not sure how to do it—is it marinated with soy sauce?"

The wife wants to eat sauce meat?

Of course, I’ll arrange it. Don’t worry about the meat getting ruined.

"Alright, let me give it a try. I’ve bought quite a few spices."

Soy sauce and vinegar, you need to take your own bottles to the Cooperative in the town to have them filled.

Seeing the way the young couple interacted, and hearing the coquettish tone of the daughter-in-law, it wasn’t just her son who couldn’t refuse, she, as the mother-in-law, could hardly wait to agree.