Like every rural girl working hard in the big cities, Katy habitually thinks that coming to the outside world to "break through" will one day change her life. Served dishes, cleaned, and when things got better, she even worked as a lobby manager in a restaurant. I worked very hard for a few years, so I don't have to worry about food and clothes for the time being, and I can save one hundred thousand yuan every year and go home for the New Year.

Of course, every year she goes back home and simply can't escape being nagged by the relatives at home.

This is the case in the countryside, but if a family does not marry a daughter, the whole village is anxious.

My third aunt's friend came to the house to drink tea from time to time. Everyone knew that they wanted to talk to each other. Once seizing the opportunity, I introduced her to a small boss selling electric cars in the village next door-"I opened a big shop in the town, and the house was built in style, but the house lacked a hostess."

It doesn't matter if I want to try it, and when I go home from vacation in a certain year, she went to see me specially.

It turned out that the other party was an uncle who was almost 40 years old. A few years ago, when business was not good, I often drank outside with my friends and friends, and beat my wife when I got home. After two years, my wife ran away with others without giving birth to a son without a sound. Now that I am getting older and my business is booming, I want to find someone younger and have a child, and someone will take care of me when I get older. He didn't think she was young anymore, but after all, she came back from the city, and she didn't need to work in the future. She just took care of her children at home. She might be able to teach better than those village women, but that's not a bad thing.

It turned out that the other party was an uncle who was almost 40 years old. A few years ago, when business was not good, I often drank outside with my friends and friends, and beat my wife when I got home. After two years, my wife ran away with others without giving birth to a son without a sound. Now that I am getting older and my business is booming, I want to find someone younger and have a child, and someone will take care of me when I get older. He didn't think she was young anymore, but after all, she came back from the city, and she didn't need to work in the future. She just took care of her children at home. She might be able to teach better than those village women, but that's not a bad thing.

She listened to the person opposite to make an undisguised request, and did not make a statement. She just ate the meal politely. Later, she did not ask the man to ask her. She went to the bathroom and left after she settled the bill. When I got home, I found that I was not full, so I cooked a bowl of porridge for myself and took out preserved eggs from the refrigerator as side dishes.

There happened to be a full-length mirror on the side of the dining table. She sat down and ate the porridge, taking a look at herself in the mirror. Shoulder-length short hair is capable and neat, the facial features are not exquisite, at least the eyebrows are clear, it is a look that makes people like to be close. Although without makeup, the complexion is a little haggard, but after all, the skin is much smoother and smoother than that of rural women. There was a sharp look in his expression, his eyes seemed to be different from before, tired but persistent. It is estimated that the people in the village would not look so pleasing to her, and felt that she was carrying the arrogance that came back from the city and didn't know where to put it.

Indeed, she was unwilling to grow some fruitless fruits in this barren mountain like her ancestors did. The people in the village will certainly not know how refreshing the big bosses in the city are to spend a lot of money, and a meal can cover her three months' salary. Sometimes I coax these bosses to be happy and open a few more bottles of wine. She may make more money than others selling electric cars in one night.

The more she thought about it, the more frustrating she got. She stirred the porridge in the bowl, mixed the preserved egg in, mashed it thinly, and took a big bite in her mouth.

Pooh! This egg is broken!

"Mom! How long have you left this preserved egg!"

"It didn't take long. I marinated the eggs that our hen had just laid, but they were fresh. The rest of the eggs left for eating were golden and golden."

"Then you have to preserve it after marinating!"

"Don't you just put it in the refrigerator? What are you yelling about."

"It's spoiled after eating."

"No matter how the preserved egg is made, it is just the leftover egg, and it is enough to pickle it as a side dish. With so much thought, I don't need to work."

After all, her mother cleaned up the remaining preserved eggs and was about to pour them into the bucket with the leftover bones. She also added a thoughtful sentence to her: "If you really want to be hungry, it's not good to eat a fresh egg, and it will taste good if it is fried. If this is broken, it is better to feed the pigs. It is a pity that this The bowl of porridge, my rice is ready..."