ठंड में मटन कीमा डोसा वाली|Mutton keema dosa in the winter|Cartoon Video|Abundance Sas Bahu Kahaniya

#ठंड_में_मटन_कीमा_डोसा_वाली #Mutton_keema_dosa_in_the_winter #Cartoon_Video #Abundance_Sas_Bahu_Kahaniya (Anju) #animtedstories #hindicartoonstory #cartoonkahaniya #AnimtedCartoonvideos #Hindistories #Hindicartoonvideo #Hindicartoonstories #hindistory #hindikahaniya #sasbahu #sasbahukajhghda #naitikkahanai #stories #newstories #garibkikahani #sasbahuladai #sasbahukalesh hi guys this channel is purely made for fun by using high quality animated videos in 4k. we are fulloy dedicated to entertain you by our video. if you like the video please share and give your valuable comment and feedback so that we can improve. thank Narrator: Early in the morning, Sarita enters the kitchen and sees a lot of leftover food from the previous night. Sarita 27: (Shivering) ...Because of the potato and eggplant curry last night, no one ate their rotis properly. All this food is left over. I'll just heat this up and serve it. Narrator: Saying this, Sarita cleans the ashes from the stove and starts plastering it with cool mud. Just then, Shobha arrives, shivering. Shobha 50: (Shivering) ...Huuu... Oh God, it's so bitterly cold this year. I can't bear this December cold. And the January cold is yet to come. Last night was terrible because of the cold, and the quilt didn't provide any warmth at all. Daughter-in-law, quickly make some tea for me, I'm feeling very cold. Sarita 27: (Normally) ...Mother, it's quite cold today. My hands are also trembling while plastering the stove. I'll make the tea after I finish this. All the food from last night is still left over, so after this is finished, I'll wait and cook something fresh and hot for lunch. You and Father-in-law ate a little of the curry, but Khushi and Dipanshu didn't eat anything last night after seeing the potato and eggplant curry. They've been insisting on having chicken for the past three or four days. First of all, since the cold weather started, Akhilesh's work has completely stopped, and these children don't understand. Shobha 50: (Sadly) ...Daughter-in-law, children won't understand these things yet. They'll naturally want to eat what others are eating. I don't know why God has written so much poverty in our fate that we can't even eat two proper meals a day. Your father-in-law also ate the rotis with the potato and eggplant curry reluctantly. He's also such a foodie; if you give him chicken or mutton every other day, he'll happily eat two or four extra rotis. Akhilesh also prefers chicken and mutton to vegetables and lentils, but God hasn't given us the means to cook chicken and mutton every other day. In our house, it's a big deal if we even have chicken once a month. Narr: As Shobha spoke, the poverty of their household was clearly evident in her words. Even getting two meals a day was a struggle for this poor family, as feeding such a large family depended solely on Akhilesh's meager earnings. His work had completely dried up due to the cold weather, so he took whatever odd jobs he could find. A little later... Sarita 27: (Shivering) Brrr... the tea has boiled, I'll quickly warm up the rotis so we can eat. Narr: After a while, Sarita makes some black tea and warms up the leftover rotis from the previous night, which she then serves to everyone. Seeing this, Deepanshu makes a face. Deepanshu 7: (Refusing) I don't want to eat these leftover rotis, and I don't want this tea without milk either. Sarita 27: (Normal) Son, you shouldn't disrespect food like this. You didn't eat a single roti last night either, eat something, son. Deepanshu 7: (Crying) ...I don't want to eat this stale bread and tea. When will you make chicken? Please make chicken. Mom, I'll eat not one, not two, but four or five rotis, I promise, Mom. Please, please make chicken. If you can't make mutton, then at least give me chicken. Narr: Seeing Deepanshu yearning for chicken like this, Sarita can't bear it anymore, and tears well up in her eyes. To comfort him, she tries to reassure him. Sarita 27: (Crying) ...Son, your father's work isn't going well right now. The day he earns more money, I'll make my son delicious, spicy chicken. For now, eat this roti. Narr: Deepanshu, comforted by Sarita's words, starts eating the roti dipped in tea. Just then, the aroma of hot mutton wafts from the neighbor's house. Deepanshu 7: (Sniffing the air) Ah... what a wonderful smell, Khushi Didi! Khushi 8: (Looking longingly) Yes, brother, I can smell the mutton too. It seems our neighbors across the street have made mutton again today. My mouth is watering. (Dejected) But what's the use? Mutton isn't being made in our house. It's being made in someone else's house, they won't give us any to eat. Deepanshu 7: (Speaking softly) ...Khushi Didi, let's go to Auntie's house. We'll ask her for a little mutton to eat because Mom isn't going to make mutton. Let's go quietly, we'll eat at Auntie's house and come back.