Looking at the various ingredients left in the kitchen, Jiang Yi didn't bother to cook a bowl of noodles for himself.

But the material is enough.

At this time, it is basically the same all over the country, and each person supplies half a catty of edible oil per month.

Both members of the Jiang family work in the textile factory, Jiang Jianjun's salary is 63 yuan per month, and Qian Yulan's salary is 43 yuan per month, which is not very high but it is not low, and the welfare of the textile factory is good, and he gets a lot of various tickets every month.

But Jiang Jianjun still has to save some things to send to his parents and brothers' families in the countryside for the New Year's holidays, and he also has to provide for the family of four to eat and drink and the two daughters go to school, so life is actually tight.

Of course, what is tight is Jiang Yi's food and clothing, and all the savings go into Qian Yulan's pocket.

Usually, Qian Yulan is only willing to use more oil to cook for her beloved eldest daughter, and it is common for Jiang Yi to not see oil and water for several days when it is Jiang Yi's turn.

Jiang Yi wouldn't save anyone now, so he directly poured oil and choked on the soup.

Then he beat a poached egg.

The eggs in the basket are counted, and the family buys them with a ticket every month, which is as rare as meat, and if you want to eat more, unless you have the money to buy it from someone, it will cost you a high price.

Qian Yulan watched the eggs very closely, and only cooked one for Jiang Jiayin every two days to replenish his body, Jiang Yi grew so big, he ate half of it this morning.

Watching the eggs slowly take shape, Jiang Yi tiptoed to find an iron jar from the cupboard, grabbed a small handful of dried shrimp and threw it in to bring out the umami of the soup base.

This small shrimp is said to have been sent by Jiang Jianjun's comrades-in-arms in the south, and there are some kelp or something, all of which are good things, and some will be sent every year, but Jiang Yi has never seen anyone, and of course it is her turn to eat these foods for the first time.

Put a small lock of noodles and sprinkle chopped green onions when they come out of the pot.

Jiang Yi likes to eat hot and sour, and fried chili oil, and finally drizzled with vinegar, a bowl of noodles and fragrance.

Jiang Yi deliberately opened the doors and windows just now in order to let people hear Qian Yulan's partiality and mistreatment of her in eating and drinking, so that Qian Yulan didn't dare to stop her for the sake of face.

As a result, the fragrance is now wafting out, and many people in the neighborhood can smell it.

"What does this smell like, so fragrant?"

"I don't know, who did it, Lao Wang's family?"

"No, I watched the potato stew made by Lao Wang's family at night, but there was a lot of meat in it, and I didn't smell the fragrance at that time."

"Yo, I'm afraid it's not anyone's house that hides the good food, haha, I don't think I'm worse than the master of the hotel with this skill."

"That's it."

The big guy said, and there were gossips who used the excuse to see who made it so fragrant.

But no one came to Jiang's house.

The Jiang family has been making trouble in the past two days, and there is no one on this street who doesn't know.

Seeing his little daughter come out with a bowl of noodles and sit at the table to eat quietly, Jiang Jianjun swallowed his saliva unconsciously when he smelled it, he was obviously full.

Jiang Jianjun never knew that his youngest daughter had such good cooking skills, but the noodles made by his wife were much more tempting.

Just about to say something, Qian Yulan washed her eldest daughter's clothes and came out.

At a glance, I saw Jiang Yi picking up the poached egg with chopsticks, and he was so angry that he threw down the basin and came up to grab it: "Who let you eat eggs, this egg is for your sister to keep to replenish her brain, you snatched your sister's eggs in the morning and ate it is not enough, why are you so greedy?" ”

Jiang Yi directly put down his chopsticks and stood up.

Qian Yulan was startled, and her hand to take the bowl stopped, and she looked at Jiang Yi suspiciously:

"What are you going to do?"