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

Song Hongguo had never slept so deeply. She had no dreams all night. When she opened her eyes, she stared at the roof with light bulbs in confusion for a while before she woke up. Everything yesterday was not a dream. She was indeed reborn and fell asleep. After a while, I still haven't gone back, so I can only accept my fate and take things as they come.

The room was very dark. She groped for the watch on the side of the pillow and looked at it. It was just five o'clock. In her previous life, except for working the night shift in the hospital, she had never woken up so early.

She has a habit of waking up in the morning and going through the things she has to do that day in her mind. Only when she has planned it can she execute it in an orderly manner. She eats first, then goes to the post office to pick up the package, then goes to the hospital to report, transfers various relationships, and the work is arranged. , can you apply for dormitory...

She still had to go shopping in the department store. The two little guys took off their cotton jackets and pants when they went to bed last night. Only then did she realize that they were empty inside, except for a pair of underwear that had been washed and turned white, so she had to quickly arrange autumn clothes and pants. , Well, she had to hurry up and make clothes for them. Thinking of this, she couldn't lie down at all.

As soon as she moved, the little bun in her arms opened her eyes in confusion. That's right, the little bun was nestled naked in her arms. He grabbed one of her arms with both hands, as if he wanted to get into her body. Go inside.

"Mother?"

The little voice sounded milky, and the raised little face was so beautiful that no one could resist. Song Hongguo responded naturally, touched his forehead again, and asked with a smile, "Are you awake?" ? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Ling Yuan shook his head subconsciously and looked at her with big confused eyes.

"what happened?"

Ling Yuan finally came back to his senses and said happily, "It's not a dream, it's real. Mom is still here, so good! Everything yesterday is real! Mom! Mom!"

He hugged her passionately and shouted repeatedly, happily like a fish swimming in the sea.

"Okay, stop flailing. It's time to get sick again if you turn around and freeze." Ling Zhi also woke up and symbolically patted his brother on the back twice to signal him to be more honest.

Ling Yuan felt more at ease now, but he still relied on Song Hongguo and was unwilling to leave.

Song Hongguo touched his ribs that were protruding due to his thinness, and asked softly, "Are you hungry? Mom is going to cook for you. Is there anything you want to eat?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhi snatched the words and said, "Don't spoil him. We don't need to eat in the morning. Just drink some hot water. I'll cook it right away."

Yesterday, he knew how to use a coal stove. He could seal it before going to bed to save coal. When using it, pull out the iron piece below, poke it again, and pull out the burned coal ash. The fire would soon be strong. .

Song Hongguo saw him sitting up and about to get dressed, so she quickly held him down and said, "Wait a moment, I'll get up first."

"Ok?"

Seeing his confusion, Song Hongguo explained, "It's still too cold at night. It must be very cold inside the cotton-padded jacket. Isn't it uncomfortable for you to just put it on like this?"

Ling Yuan pursed his lips and said calmly, "I'm not afraid of the cold. I've long been used to it."

It was much colder than here at the farm before. There was no stove, and it was almost like sleeping in an ice cellar at night. There was no warmth in the quilt all night, and I didn't dare to take off my clothes at all.

Song Hongguo knew that he was sensitive, proud and stubborn, so she had no choice but to say, "It was the past, and no one can change what happened. But now that we have the conditions to feel more comfortable, why do we have to ask for it again?"

"I……"

"Listen to me. I'll warm up your cotton-padded jackets and trousers before you two wear them."

Ling Zhi wanted to say more, but his younger brother pulled his arm, "Brother, just listen to mom. Look how good I am, isn't it, mom?"

Song Hongguo looked at his cuteness in a funny way, and flicked his forehead, "Yes, you are the best. Wait, mommy will make you malted milk to drink as a reward for your obedience."

"Okay!" Little Baozi agreed loudly, "I heard that the malted milk is delicious. Mom, do you have an older brother? He will also be very well-behaved."

"Yes, as long as there are obedient children!" Song Hongguo quickly put on her sweater and woolen trousers. She had autumn clothes and autumn trousers underneath, so she didn't feel cold. Even the autumn trousers of this era were not very close-fitting, and it was a bit difficult to wear woolen trousers. , I always feel like I can’t iron it.

Ling Yuan realized this and asked her to stand up. Then with a smile, he stretched his little hands from her ankles down her legs, found the edge of her long johns and pulled them around a few times until she finally felt comfortable.

Song Hongguo couldn't help but think of the videos she had watched before. The blogger always jumped on the ground a few times after getting dressed. Could it be because of this?

She asked the two of them to cover themselves with quilts, and first opened the window a little for ventilation, and then went to stoke the stove. When the flames rose, she took their cotton-padded jackets and trousers, and carefully placed them on them to bake, and they felt warm to the touch. Then he gave it to them to wear.

The two little guys were very capable of taking care of themselves, so she didn't have to worry about it at all. After the three of them had washed up and the water was boiling, Song Hongguo took out the malted milk and made three bowls of it. She didn't want to drink it, but she was a little curious about it. What is the flavor of the rare items that were popular in the 80s?

It smelled quite fragrant, but after taking a sip, she was no longer interested. She was used to drinking the sweet and sour yellow peach yogurt, and the taste in front of her was a bit bland. It could be seen that the two little guys were holding the bowls and drinking with cherished expressions. He looked so disgusting that he couldn't say anything, so he had to bite the bullet and finish the whole bowl.

She would never drink it again. She called the system, "Xiao Tiantian, when will yellow peach yogurt be available at your place?"

"Waiting for the upgrade!" The system threw down three words firmly and ignored her.

Song Hongguo snorted boredly, clicked on the shooting button, and was forced to open the business. However, although her mentality was negative, her actions were not perfunctory at all. After all, you can't fool anyone but your own stomach.

The simplified version of Yangchun noodles she made does not have broth. She just sprinkles some shrimp skin and sugar on the bottom of the bowl, pours some soy sauce to adjust the color, then rinses it with boiling hot water, drops a few drops of sesame oil, and the soup base is ready. Then put the cooked noodles in and nestle a poached egg on top. The only flaw is that it lacks a handful of chopped green onion and coriander.

But this made the eyes of the two little guys shine. There was a delicious aroma in the air, and Song Hongguo also whetted his appetite. Coupled with the refreshing and slightly spicy cucumber braised in oil, the taste was simply amazing.

"Wow, it's so delicious!" Ling Yuan didn't let her feed him this time, but he was very good at using chopsticks. He sucked the noodles with his little mouth, his face turned red from the heat of the noodle soup, and he felt so satisfied. Sighing, "I can remember the taste of this noodle forever."

"It will last a lifetime. Mom will make more delicious food in the future, and you will also meet more interesting people and things. This bowl of noodles is just ordinary." She was good to them, but she didn't want this good thing to be given to them. Take away the burden.

Ling Yuan just looked at her and smiled stupidly.

Ling Zhi, who had always been a man of few words, nodded and nodded, then changed the subject very naturally, "I'll wash the dishes after dinner."

"Row!"