What Happens in Chapter 396 When did the village chief learn to change faces? – From the Book Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
Dive into Chapter 396 When did the village chief learn to change faces?, a pivotal chapter in Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife, written by Zhi Lan. This section features emotional turning points, key character decisions, and the kind of storytelling that defines great Romance fiction.
Lin Chuxia didn’t take Wang Cheng’s situation to heart after hearing about it.
Firstly, as society progresses, more and more units like food distribution stations will be eliminated, and there will be increasingly more laid-off workers.
This is an inevitable result of social development, and she, a small individual trader, cannot influence it.
Qin Yang didn’t go anywhere today; he was preparing New Year’s goods with Mr. Qin, Mrs. Qin, and Qin Juan.
The tofu they had ordered two days ago was delivered early in the morning.
Fried goods are a necessity every year.
In the past, the family was poor, and the amount of meat distributed by the production team was limited, generally not too much.
To satisfy their cravings, every household liked to make fried goods.
Now that the living conditions have improved, Mr. Qin and Mrs. Qin still feel that it’s not quite New Year without these items prepared.
When Lin Chuxia arrived home, the whole courtyard was filled with the strong aroma of food that had been deep-fried, making one’s mouth water.
Zhuangzhuang and Little Ningning were playing in the courtyard, and Yuan Bao was looking after the two children, occasionally joining in their play.
Zhuangzhuang saw Lin Chuxia returning, ran over hopping, and said, "Little Auntie, Grandma made a lot of delicious food," patting his round belly, "I don’t need to eat lunch today."
Lin Chuxia ruffled his small head, "Is that so? Then I need to make something delicious for dinner."
Zhuangzhuang looked up with incredulous wide eyes, as if to protest what kind of aunt you are.
Lin Chuxia laughed heartily at his reaction.
Hearing the noise, Qin Yang came out of the house carrying a basin of water.
His mother and older sister were frying things, and he and his father were butchering a chicken.
"I’m back."
Lin Chuxia responded with a smile and headed into the kitchen to help.
Qin Juan immediately stopped her, "We’re almost done. Stay back, don’t get oil splashed on you."
Mrs. Qin handed her a bowl of fried meatballs, "Your favorite meatballs; both meat and vegetarian ones are there. You can tell, the ones with carrots are vegetarian, those are tofu meatballs, and the darkest ones are meat. You probably didn’t eat well at lunch today, go and tide yourself over with these while they’re still warm. We’ll be frying the skewers in a bit and call you when they’re ready."
Lin Chuxia took the bowl with a smile, "Thanks, Mom, I want lots of sesame on my skewers."
Mrs. Qin’s face beamed with affection, "I remember. Speaking of which, your sister also likes it this way. When she was little, she always liked to add extra sesame. Back then, the production team couldn’t even distribute two pounds of sesame seeds in a whole year; we couldn’t afford sesame oil and just used it to make sesame salt to satisfy our cravings..."
Qin Juan joined in the conversation, "Every time I said that, Mom would make me two with extra sesame, and after frying them, she secretly gave them to me. Looks like today Mom has to hide a few more."
Mrs. Qin glanced at her with a smile, "There’s no need to hide. This year, our fields are all planted with crops, but we planted a mu of sesame. Today, I’ll add lots of sesame for you to enjoy."
"Mom, I also want to eat the sesame salt."
Not thinking about it, she didn’t miss it, but when mentioned, Lin Chuxia started to crave the taste.
Our own home-grown sesame seeds, toasted golden in the pan, finely ground into powder, and mixed with fine salt.
When drinking corn soup, just sprinkle a layer on top.
The aroma of sesame combined with the aroma of corn, it’s simply the taste of childhood.
Qin Juan also chimed in, "Mom, I want some too."
"Alright, we’ll make some tonight," Mrs. Qin responded with a smile.
Having a daughter-in-law who acts without reserve and a daughter who, after many years, is once again childishly making requests.
Mrs. Qin, smiling and smiling, felt her eyes sour.
This really is a good life she never even dreamed of before.
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