The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

He thought the meatball was for him, but not only was he not given any, but he was also asked to help pass it to others.

Is this bullying?

Gousheng stared at Meng Wantang with a gloomy look, and his mouth was full of anger.

Meng Wantang scratched his nose amusedly and said, "Hurry up and send it over, otherwise you won't be able to eat it later."

When Gousheng heard this, he ran away with the meatballs.

This made Meng Mantang burst into laughter.

Lu Qingye shook her head helplessly. She just liked to tease children. But it was a pity that Gou Sheng would be fooled every time.

The family is not short of money.

Meng Wantang also prepared a lot of things.

Since you are going to fry meatballs, you must fry enough so that the children at home can enjoy them.

I got tired of it this time and didn’t think about it for a year or two.

Not long after, Gousheng came back.

This kid must have flown, as he entered the house in the blink of an eye.

Meng Wantang brought over a small bowl of meatballs, and Gousheng ran into the house.

Several little brothers sat together around a small bowl, eating one meatball at a time.

"The meatballs are really delicious and fragrant, and there's a hint of oil when you bite them."

Gousheng was shaking his head as he ate.

Goudan didn't say anything, but he ate the meatballs much faster.

"Xiaopang, why don't you say anything? Are the meatballs made by mom not delicious?" Gousheng deliberately teased his brother, "I'll get up and tell mom that you don't like these meatballs, and ask her to stop making them."

Xiaopang was not in a hurry. He took a bite of the meatball and said slowly: "Mom knows that I like to eat this meatball very much."

"how do you know?"

Xiaopang smiled sweetly: "Because I told my mom that I like to eat anything she cooks."

Gou Sheng: "..."

Gousheng glanced at Goudan, and the two brothers looked at each other. Then they looked at Si Nian in tacit understanding, and Si Nian also had the same expression.

"Good boy, you actually said these words to your mother secretly."

Gousheng raised his hand to grab Xiaopang, but Xiaopang didn't hesitate and let his brother rub his face.

He was eating with great concentration, like a little hamster.

You have to say this trick is really good.

Gousheng said he had learned it.

After frying the meatballs, Meng Wantang started to make barbecue pork. Frying barbecue pork is a waste of food and oil.

But it smells so good.

Gousheng was like a puppy, running over as soon as he smelled the fragrance.

He still had the meatball in his mouth, his eyes staring into the pot.

"Mom, when can we eat this barbecued meat? Can we eat it now? I want to try a piece."

Meng Wantang raised an eyebrow: "Why don't you take a bite now and see if this roast meat is edible?"

Gousheng smiled and took a step back.

"Then I'll come back when I can eat."

Gousheng turned and ran away.

Several brothers in the room were waiting for his letter.

"How is it? What delicious food did Mom make?" Goudan asked, which was a rare request.

Gou Sheng sighed and shook his head: "They said they were going to make barbecue. But now the barbecue is done and we can't eat it."

"That's it."

Goudan silently picked up the book and continued reading, stuffing a meatball into his mouth from time to time.

Grilling meat takes time.

It was almost noon and the barbecued meat was not finished yet.

Several children and adults ate the meatballs and were not too hungry to some extent.

Meng Wantang quickly cooked the pork and put it in a bowl.

She specifically took a piece of roast pork, cut it into slices, and planned to save it for stir-frying with dried tofu slices later.

There is still oil from frying meatballs in the pot, which has not been used up and is all in the basin.

Meng Wantang and Lu Qingye said, "I just kneaded the dough, so I'll make youtiao. I'll cut it and you fry it."

"Row."

How could Lu Qingye not agree?

He watched Meng Wantang knead the dough skillfully. After kneading the dough several times, he cut it into strips of different sizes, and then twisted two strips together and put them in the pot.

The white noodles turned golden yellow in an instant.

The golden noodles were quickly picked out with chopsticks and placed in a large bowl.

Gousheng smelled the scent and came running over again.

He saw the dough sticks in the basin and said in surprise: "Oh my God, it's actually dough sticks, mom, you are amazing, you can actually make dough sticks!"

Meng Wantang couldn't help but smile when her son praised her so sincerely.

"It's okay, right? It's just fried dough sticks, not that hard. Do you want to eat fried cakes? I can also make you two fried cakes."

Gousheng was overwhelmed by the surprise.

“Can I still choose?”

Meng Wantang: "Of course, you are my son, so of course you are qualified to choose."

Gousheng: "Wait a minute, Mom. I'll go back and ask the others what they want to eat."

After saying this, Gousheng ran away like a gust of wind.

After a while, Gousheng ran in and said, "Mom, everyone wants to eat fried dough cakes. They haven't eaten fried dough cakes yet. Please make more fried dough cakes."

"Okay, take a few fried dough sticks out and share them with everyone. Don't eat too much, because we still have to eat later. Otherwise, you won't be able to taste the barbecue."

Meng Wantang knew that after she fried the dough sticks, the children couldn't resist eating them, and the dough sticks tasted best when they were fresh out of the pan.

If you buy it outside, you definitely won’t have this condition.

Other people would wait for it to cool down for a while before serving it. Although it is similar to the one now, it is still better at home.

"Okay, I'll send it over right away."

Gousheng originally wanted to take more so that everyone could have their fill.

When he heard that there would be meat to eat later, he counted the trees according to the number of trees per person and carried them out after he had counted them.

A fat kid can't eat that much.

Let him do that.

Gousheng bit off half of the fried dough stick in Xiaopang's hand in one big bite.

The fat guy was stunned.

Meng Wantang specially made a few small fried dough sticks just for her youngest son.

The oil that Xiaopang took was indeed oil that children could eat.

Gou Sheng looked at his brother's aggrieved expression, raised his hand and touched his head, and said: "I'm doing this for your own good. Mom said she's going to fry the meat later. If you eat this fried dough stick, you won't be able to eat the fried meat later."

Xiaopang always felt something was wrong.

He puffed up his cute little face, ate the fried dough sticks in small bites, and moved to the side silently.

Stay away from dogs.

Goudan really wanted to kick Gousheng.

Si Nian was laughing secretly beside him.

This home is so much fun, and every day is full of joy.

Finally the meal is ready.

The family sat around the table and looked at the sumptuous food, and sighed again: "I really wish we could eat this kind of food every day!"

"You wish." Meng Wantang flicked the dog's forehead. "Study hard and get into a good university in the future. Assign yourself to a good unit, and then give me all your salary. I promise that you can eat such delicious meals every day."

Gousheng had to give his money away, so he silently held on to his purse tightly, even though there was only fifty cents in it.

He was still very nervous.

"Mom, it's enough for us to have enough food every day. There's no need to be so extravagant."