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

Half an hour later, Song Hongguo poked the meat with her chopsticks, and it was easily penetrated. She couldn't help complaining about the system again, "Is the meat in your era as tender as tofu?"

"You don't seem to be from that era." The system replied unconvinced.

"I came here 23 years ago, where are you?"

"...43."

"Oh, how fast the times change. It's not an exaggeration to say that it changes with each passing day. It's like changing the day in three to five years. What difference does it make in 20 years? Do you need me to say?" At least at that time, her system could only exist in novels. It's in the author's imagination.

The system felt guilty and had to say, "Don't you want to raise pigs? Then you will be able to eat local pork. If not, you can buy it on the black market. Moreover, you will also get meat tickets every month after you go to work."

"Half a catty of meat coupons every month, would you be impressed?"

"..."

Seeing it, Song Hongguo stopped talking, and then the fire began to reduce the juice. The thicker the soup, the more beautiful the color of the meat, and the more thoroughly the flavor penetrated. Finally, he left a little for mixing with rice, although the quality of the meat was not good. It's the same, but after adding so many ingredients and stewing it, it still tastes very fragrant.

The rice has been cooked for a long time. The white rice is crystal clear. It is poured with a rich reddish brown soup. The taste is amazing. Then take a bite of the meat that is so soft and glutinous that it melts in your mouth...

It won't be exchanged for a god!

"No wonder my brother likes this bite the most!" Ling Yuan's beautiful little face was stuffed like a little squirrel, and he still sighed.

It was rare for Ling Zhi to lose his youthful maturity. His eyes were sparkling, full of joy, and a little sad from memories. He didn't say anything, but looked at Song Hongguo with eyes that seemed to hold a thousand words. He thought that he would definitely be right in the future. She is better, better than her own children in the future.

Song Hongguo gave the brothers a lot of meat, but she only ate a few pieces. Seeing this, Ling Yuan couldn't help but ask, "Mom, why don't you eat?"

"Too greasy."

"..."

She was obviously telling the truth, but the two little guys didn't believe it. How could anyone still think it was greasy?That's absolutely impossible. It must be because their mother wants them to eat more, so they say this on purpose, because their father is the same way. When he encounters delicious food, he will say he doesn't like it and save it for them.

This moved both of them so much that their eye circles turned red.

Song Hongguo, "..."

No, she really thinks it’s greasy, she’s not trying to impress anyone!

The system popped up and said angrily, "You are really getting better and better at being a good person. This wave of tricks to win people's hearts, tsk tsk, is it surprising that these two ignorant brats can avoid it?"

Song Hongguo almost rolled her eyes, "They don't believe it, are you blind too? Is that just a trick? Besides, do I need to use tricks to win people's hearts?"

The system snorted and continued to be weird, "Then who knows? Maybe you are worried that after you have worked so hard to raise someone, they will turn around and find their biological parents. Isn't that a waste of time? Of course, you need to cultivate more relationships with them while they are young. , win people's hearts, and enjoy the filial piety of your son in the future."

After hearing these words, Song Hongguo was not irritated, but suddenly asked, "It seems that you think they will have high achievements in the future. They won't be big bosses, right?"

"..." Has the host become a spirit?

Song Hongguo smiled when she saw it was silent, "It seems I guessed it right. Otherwise, you wouldn't be as bitter as if the vinegar factory was blown up. You are jealous of me. That's right. You have two such promising people at once." My son, it’s a life of easy success, why should I struggle? I just need to wait for another ten years and let my son be filial.”

"On days like that, don't you feel shameful? Don't you feel ashamed? Don't you feel lifeless?"

"No, it's obviously as beautiful as sitting on the clouds, right? Hahaha, you're getting impatient!"

"..."

What kind of host is this?It will bully it, but it will also laugh at the hosts bound to other systems. What is the result?Now it's his turn to slap him in the face.

After the meal, the two little guys were still in charge of washing. Song Hongguo made tea, held an enamel vat, and sat in a bamboo chair under the front building. She half-squinted her eyes comfortably, and the sun was shining warmly on her body. There was a clump of bamboo next to her. Occasionally blown by the wind, the sparse sounds are as beautiful as the sounds of nature. The wintersweet at the other end still retains a bit of cold fragrance. Not far away, a few sparrows are jumping on the persimmon tree, suddenly, and suddenly He flapped his wings and flew away, startling the big white geese in the pond under the tree, and started quacking.

At this moment, the two winter jasmines planted in the cracks of the stones around the pond were unknowingly blooming full of small yellow flowers, announcing that spring was really coming.

After the two little guys finished their work, they ran over with a smile, gathered around her and looked through the books hanging on the steps. They couldn't put it down and absorbed knowledge from them, like thirsty travelers in the desert who wanted to soak in the sea of ​​books.

Song Hongguo also picked up a book and read it. Novels that eulogized the current theme were definitely not her cup of tea in the past, but now, maybe because she was infected by the child, or maybe because she had no choice, she still enjoyed reading it.

Drinking tea, eating melon seeds, reading books, and sitting in such a big yard, most of the dreams in the previous life have been realized. Song Hongguo was immersed in such a pleasant time when he heard the door being banged. .

In the village, no one usually closes the door, let alone bolts the door from the inside, unless she goes to bed at night. However, Song Hongguo came from a later life and was used to private spaces. Leaving the door open made her feel very insecure. Besides, the yard is so big, if she were in the house, she wouldn't know if someone came in.

Like now, when the door rings, it can at least serve as a warning.

"Who's here?"

"I'll open the door!"

After a while, Ling Zhi came back with Zhao Zhenhua. Seeing this, Song Hongguo's depression at being disturbed dissipated. She stood up and said hello with a smile, "Why is my cousin here?"

Zhao Zhenhua walked around the pond and saw her, the set of bamboo tables and chairs, and the spread of books. When he got closer and saw the melon seeds and tea, he couldn't help but admire her in his heart. After a few days, life was going smoothly. He responded, "I'll come over and tell you something."

"Sit down and talk." Song Hongguo grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him and told Ling Zhi to make tea.

Soon, Ling Zhi came over with tea, brewed in an enamel jar, with "Serve the People" printed on the outside.

Zhao Zhenhua held it in the palm of his hand and was not in a hurry to drink it. He saw three enamel jars on the table, which were obviously used by the three ladies. No matter how open-minded and cheerful his mind was, he couldn't help but be so envious at this moment. Who could do that? Are there so many enamel jars?

This is a rare thing. Most people use bowls to fill water when entertaining guests. An enamel jar can be displayed for a long time. In his family, only his father has one. It was issued by the commune. His father is very rare. I can't bear to use it, let alone take it out so casually.

Perhaps because his gaze was too strong, Song Hongguo figured out some meaning and explained, "My adoptive father bought them, and they all have some minor flaws, so I don't use industrial papers."

In fact, it was not the case. Song Hongguo bought it from a grain and oil store. She said this just to give a reasonable excuse.