In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

When she got home, it was already past six o'clock. Song Hongguo was so tired that she felt like she was falling apart. She thought that she had already practiced holding the house upside down some time ago, but it turned out...

Invoking the system's merciless ridicule.

However, the two little guys didn't feel much discomfort. They were only thinking about the yams and kudzu on the mountain. They wanted to dig with her tomorrow morning, but she refused.

She was also thinking about whether she could find a way to save her effort by tricking the system into using a machine to do the work for her. If the two little guys were here, how could she be so lazy?

But he couldn't see their disappointed faces, so Song Hongguo impulsively said that he could teach them to grow yams, and planted them on the stretch of land by the roadside outside the gate. They had not bothered to clean them up before, and they were covered with wild jujubes, mulberry trees and other shrubs. The encroachment has been completely carried out, so if we clean it up, we can barely plant yams.

When the brothers heard this, their eyes lit up again.

Song Hongguo was very moved, how much she likes to plant things.

Dinner was a bit simple. Song Hongguo was too tired to move. When the steamed buns were hot, she took three salted duck eggs out of the jar and steamed them together in a cage. They had been marinating for about twenty days. She There was a lot of salt at that time, so I should be able to eat it. While I was waiting, I mixed some wild vegetables, blanched them in boiling water to remove the bitter taste, added some soy sauce, vinegar and sugar, and finally scooped out a spoonful of spicy oil and mixed it well. It was also sour and spicy. tasty.

After dinner, it was getting dark. Song Hongguo wanted to lie down and rest early, but the system urged her to make yam cakes, which almost drove her crazy. "Can't you get up in the morning and make it?"

The system was even crazier than her, "Aren't you going to dig kudzu tomorrow morning? Where do you find the time to make yam cakes? Do you think I'm a fool and fooling you?"

Song Hongguo reluctantly discussed with it, "Can we do it the day after tomorrow?"

The system was unmoved, "No, my boyfriend is waiting to eat."

"Your boyfriend doesn't even know..."

"But I know, can't I be worried for the male god?"

It was a waste of effort to reason with the system that had become a love brain. In the end, she did agree before, so Song Hongguo had to compromise. Fortunately, the yam cake was not troublesome to make, but it was missing something.

But that's no problem. The system proactively provided it to her for free, including butter, milk powder, and a beautiful wooden mold. If it hadn't been intangible, she would have had to roll up her sleeves and make it with her own hands. .

Even then, she couldn't stop her from nagging at the side. When steaming the yam and grinding it into puree, she kept asking her to make it more delicate, so that the taste would be better. During the process of frying it with butter, , and even urged her to put more sugar and milk powder, fearing that it would not be sweet enough or fragrant enough, which would annoy Song Hongguo so much that she thought about giving up on it several times.

Finally, it was time to put on the mold, but the system thought the pattern of the mold was tacky, so it picked out several for her, with some confessional patterns or words printed on them, which made Song Hongguo laugh angrily.

She was a matchmaker and she spared no effort.

"Do you believe that if you just say one more wordy word, I will share all the yam cakes with others? Not even one will be given to your male idol!"

"You, do you dare?"

Song Hongguo snorted, "What are you afraid of? Just let you dictate what you do, and you think I'm afraid of you? I just don't want to have an endless quarrel with you, right?"

The system forced itself to calm down, "You promised me, you can't go back on it."

Song Hongguo was furious and said, "So what if I regret it? I don't want to be a gentleman."

"You, you don't want to dig yams and kudzu anymore?"

Song Hongguo no longer took the threat to it seriously, "I already know how to find yams. As for kudzu, I guess there's only one area in the mountain, right? Don't I know the place? You don't need to worry about it."

The system was immediately furious and said, "You burn bridges when you cross the river!"

Song Hongguo calmly took out the yam cake from the last mold and teased, "Wrong, the cunning rabbit died and the lackeys cooked it, and the flying birds hid all their good bows."

The system groaned angrily.

Song Hongguo slowly took a bite of the yam cake. Well, it looked like the snow-skin mooncakes from her previous life. It tasted soft, glutinous and sweet, and it tasted really good.

She carried a plate and went to the master bedroom while eating.

The two little guys were driven to lie down on the kang by her early. After all, they were young and didn't look tired at first, but after eating and washing, they looked tired.

When the system saw this, it immediately became anxious, "You don't want to feed my boyfriend? Do you really want to share it with others? How could you, how could you do this? Wuwuwu..."

After saying that, I burst into tears to myself.

Song Hongguo, "..."

Is it silly?There were ten on the plate she was serving, but weren't there ten more in the kitchen?Isn’t that enough that it was created by the male god?

"Uh-huh, I don't care. You can't bully my boyfriend like this. You promised and you can't go back on it. He already confessed his love to you and said he would send you flowers..."

Song Hongguo couldn't bear it and rolled her eyes, "That's enough, I'll keep it for your boyfriend, and I'll give it to him tomorrow, okay?"

The system stopped crying, "Really?"

Song Hongguo said angrily, "Are you blind? Is there still so much you can't see in the kitchen?"

The system finally remembered slowly, and felt relieved, but couldn't help but said harshly, "That's only ten, it would be better if there were 520."

"...Shut up." 520, she might as well be exhausted.

The system mumbled unconvincedly, "I haven't said 1314 yet."

Song Hongguo was too lazy to care about it anymore.

However, the system was not willing to give in. "You can put in one more and be single-minded."

"If you dare to say another word, I will only give it to them. Good things come in pairs. Isn't the implication better?"

"..."

The two little guys were lying on the bed listening to the radio. When they saw the yam cakes she brought, they couldn't help but eat two more. Fortunately, yams strengthen the spleen and stomach, so they don't have to worry about eating too much.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when she got up, the aftereffects of mountain climbing came over her. Her legs were sore and sore. If the system hadn't promised her that it would provide machines to help, she really wouldn't have wanted to go digging kudzu in the mountains again.

She pushed the cart and went out when it was still dark. There was no one on the way into the mountain. When she arrived, it was just after five o'clock. Looking at the large patch of kudzu on the hillside, Song Hongguo urged the system to go up. machine.

You know, kudzu is harder to dig than yams, and her wrists are really weak.

The system groaned and reluctantly took out a small tool. It looked like a shovel. The front end was narrow and sharp, suitable for digging. The most worry-free one was electric, so you didn't have to use your own strength.

With tools in hand, it is much easier to work. The kudzu roots in the mountains in the north are not very promising, and the rhizomes are only a little thicker than yams. After half an hour of work, the cart was full. Song Hongguo estimated that it would weigh more than 100 kilograms at least. She looked at her watch and did not dare to delay any more, so she quickly packed up and hurried home.