Mrs. Lin didn't know yet that Ding Xiang had specially cooked a little less for dinner that night.

If she knew this, she would be said to be a prodigal.

As soon as she heard that she was busy, Mrs. Lin didn't say any more nonsense, but took something from her hand.

When Sangua met, he also shared some of the past from Dingxiang's hands.

"Mom, I also need some vegetables, like baby greens, lettuce, potatoes, corn, etc. We all have them at home, right?"

"You want baby greens, lettuce, and corn, but you don't know what potatoes are?"

"Ah, there are no crops like potatoes here?" Ding Xiang looked surprised.

Well, she is too natural and thinks that things that are available in modern times should also be available here.

"Ms. Ding, why do you say it as if you are not from here?" Mrs. Lin suddenly felt that she was speaking incoherently and frowned, "You have lived in Linjia Village for such a long time, don't you know?

There is no such thing as soil here."

"It's potatoes." Well, in this time and space, potatoes haven't appeared yet.

What a new species! Oh boy, she suddenly thought of Ergua.

Such a great benefit must be reserved for your precious son.

While everyone still didn't know what a potato was, Ding Xiang's heart was already crackling with thoughts.

Ding Xiang followed Mrs. Lin back to the Lin family's old house. As soon as she entered the kitchen, she took out the bottles and jars in the bag.

When Sangua saw his mother, it was like she was performing a magic trick, and she was so shocked that she could hardly close her mouth.

He never knew that there were so many types of seasonings.

Looking at the various condiments in front of her, Mrs. Lin's expression gradually turned bad.

"Isn't it just cooking? Why do you use so many seasonings?" Old Mrs. Lin looked pained, this prodigal woman.

She had a better impression of her just now, but now she was troubled again. She had never heard of so many seasonings being used in cooking.

This prodigal bitch! So enough!

"Mom, you don't know, just watch it, I will give you a feast tonight."

"The second brother's family is rich, and that's not how they made it." Old Mrs. Lin still wanted to persuade her.

Who knows if it tastes better, but it doesn’t cost money.

Who would spend a lot of money just for food? It’s all about eating enough.

"Mom, once in a while." Ding Xiang was helpless, this was the generation gap.

She quickly found an excuse that could convince her, so she moved out of Old Master Wang.

"Besides, I'm inviting Sangua's wife over today, so I can't be rude to others."

Haha, Mr. Wang, I’m really sorry for my gratification.

However, tonight’s dinner will definitely not disappoint you.

Mrs. Lin shook her head. She didn't understand what was rude and not rude to others. She looked at those bottles and jars and felt a toothache.

Then, a scene that made Mrs. Lin even more heartbroken appeared.

When Lilac was making Coke chicken wings (don't ask where the Coke came from, ask if it was bought at the mall), he poured a lot of oil into the pot.

As soon as Mrs. Lin saw it, she immediately felt that her blood pressure was about to rise (provided that she had blood pressure).

"How could you pour so much oil from my second brother's house?"

Oh my god, that oil is enough for their family for a year.

This is really not an exaggeration at all.

For many people, one can of oil can last for a year.

There are also people who are very frugal, and a jar of oil can last for many years.

In these households, they usually do not use oil when cooking.

It’s the New Year and the holidays, so maybe I’ll put some away.

Note, it is really just a little, very little, enough to cover the pan with a layer of oil.

Mrs. Lin has always been thrifty, but seeing so many cloves in one fell swoop made her breathing difficult.

Ding Xiang also noticed something was wrong with Mrs. Lin and quickly asked her to go out and stop worrying in the kitchen.

Old Mrs. Lin also knew that she could not persuade Ding Xiang. Instead of watching this prodigal woman in the kitchen squandering money and making her vomit blood in anger, it would be better to stay out of sight.

But she was a little worried because the second daughter-in-law would not be able to make it alone.

In fact, with three melons as a starting point, Lilac is fully capable of doing the job.

But she couldn't say anything about Mrs. Lin's enthusiasm.

Now was an opportunity. I quickly said it was okay and invited the old lady out.

After only Ding Xiang and San Gua were left in the kitchen, Ding Xiang felt that the air was free in an instant, and she no longer had any worries, so she started to play to her heart's content.

Fortunately, Da Gua and Er Gua were not here, otherwise, these two would have been like Old Mrs. Lin, who kept talking about it in pain.

Her Sangua is better and more courageous.

The courageous Sangua swallowed hard while helping his mother.

Hee hee, there is something good to eat again, he can’t wait.

Well, all Sangua's attention is on the food. For a foodie, what's the point of spending a little money?
Chapter completed!