Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Because there is no tomato sauce or tomato paste here, more raw tomatoes are used.

The tomatoes in the pot slowly seep out a lot of soup, and the pulp becomes soft and rotten. At this time, add hot water and a small amount of salt.

A pot of mellow and delicious tomato base is just fine.

Chang Yuqiao's mouth watered as he looked at it. Yesterday's mildly spicy hotpot was a bit heavy for him, but today's one was very suitable for his appetite.

"Go and ask everyone to come and eat."

"Ah."

Changyuqiao left with the big leaves on his head. Not to mention, the extra harvested greenhouse materials really came in handy in other places.

After the wonderful experience of eating hot pot yesterday, the husbands were all thinking about it today. They came very quickly, and they all sat obediently on the small stools, waiting for the meal.

Song Tingran was not in a hurry to cook anything, but instead served a large bowl of tomato soup for everyone.

"Drink some hot soup to drive away the cold."

The husbands held bowls and started drinking. It was still raining heavily outside, but it did not affect the excitement in the kitchen at all.

Shi Yan put down the bowl and felt a warm current flowing down his chest. He felt very comfortable and said, "My wife, eating hot pot on this rainy day is actually more interesting than yesterday."

"Shi Yan, you have grasped the key points very accurately. Rainy days and hot pot are a match made in heaven."

Xiao Yuchen had already finished the bowl and blurted out following the words: "Yes, just like the wife and the eldest brother, they have been married since childhood, and they are also a pair of heaven and earth."

Shi Yan quickly took a sip of the soup. It was not easy to say this in front of everyone, but fortunately it came from Xiao Yuchen's mouth.

Xiao Yuchen saw everyone smiling and continued to ask, "Am I wrong?"

"Yes, yes, if you want some soup, put it in now. I'll cook something later, but it won't taste like this."

Xiao Yuchen immediately filled another bowl and added some for Shi Yan beside him, and then Song Tingran began to add ingredients into it.

Sang Cheng, Wen Li and the others were closer to the shelves and put in the ingredients together. Because it was the bottom of the tomato pot and there were no additives, they mainly used vegetarian dishes.

"Master Wife, is there no oil dish today?" Qiao Jinshu asked.

"Well, the oil dish is more suitable for spicy hotpot. If you want to eat it, I can help you make one."

Qiao Jinshu shook his head wildly. When it came to eating, if his wife said it was not delicious, it must not be delicious. He did not want to waste it.

Chang Yuqiao liked today's tomato pot very much, and ate more than usual. In Sang Cheng's world, eating too much or not being able to eat it all represented pregnancy, but thinking about the fact that they had just consummated their marriage recently, how could they be pregnant? So fast? I just can't figure it out.

Although he couldn't figure it out in his head, he still kept picking up vegetables for Chang Yuqiao.

"What's in there?"

Song Tingran pointed to a large basin on the shelf not far away, which was also covered with a breathable cloth strip.

Wen Li only glanced at it, swallowed the baby cabbage in his mouth, and said, "The remaining noodles from lunch will be made into soup noodles tomorrow morning."

Song Tingran walked over, opened the cloth and took a look. Wasn't this hand-rolled noodles coming?

She brought it over, put the hand-rolled noodles into the tomato pot, and said: "The boiled noodles are also delicious. It happens that there is no staple food at night, so the vegetables will be digested in a while."

Then he came close to Wen Li and whispered: "There is no breakfast for tomorrow morning..."

"I'll just get up tomorrow morning and make the dough again."

Looking at the scars on his face at such a close distance, the scars on his face were no longer visible. Wen Li no longer avoided looking away. He looked directly at Song Tingran when he spoke, which made her feel a little embarrassed.

Qiao Jinshu was just growing taller, staring at the noodles in the pot, the chopsticks in his hands ready to go.

"This noodles should be cooked. Let me taste them for you."

After saying that, he started to fish out the noodles, then ate them quickly, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and concluded with a smile: "It's done."

The whole family burst into laughter, and the rain outside the window showed no sign of stopping.

"The weather is probably not going to be good tomorrow. I must remember not to get up too early this time. Let's all sleep in together."

Song Tingran still got up early to avoid others, so after hearing the positive answers one by one, she felt relieved to wash up and go back to the house.

She was combing her hair and admiring it in the bronze mirror. Suddenly she felt that the doorway was flickering, as if someone was passing by.

She walked to the door and opened it directly. No one was there.

He closed the door and opened it quickly, catching a dodging Wen Ci.

Rumble—

"It's raining so hard, why don't you go back to sleep..."

Song Tingran couldn't bear to continue, because Wen Ci seemed to be in a bad mood, so he quickly changed his words: "Come in, it's very cold outside."

He must have been outside for a while and was shivering from the cold. Song Tingran felt distressed and said, "It's because of the cold. Next time, just knock on the door and come in."

After pouring a glass of hot water, Wen Ci took it, took a small sip, and held it in his hand to warm it.

Wen Ci didn't say a word, but his lips were trembling. This autumn tiger is not a vegetarian. Coupled with the heavy rain, at night, Song Tingran was afraid that he would be infected with the cold, so he said: "The corners of your outer clothes are a little wet. Take them off and wrap them up." Keep the quilt warm while I go to the kitchen to make you a bowl of ginger soup."

Wen Ci stood there, motionless and stubborn. Song Tingran had no choice but to take the cup away from him, directly untied the knot around his waist, and took off his coat.

I touched his shoulder again, thankful that the clothes inside were not wet, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

"Let's go and wrap up in bed."

Song Tingran pulled him, and then he followed and sat beside the bed.

"Take off your shoes and socks."

Wen Ci ignored it, but moved his mouth, as if he had something to say. Song Tingran had known this for a long time, otherwise who would have stayed at the door for so long at night, but he hadn't spoken yet, and would have His eyes looked elsewhere.

"Wen Ci, take off your shoes now. I won't tell you a second time."

Song Tingran's tone was a little fierce, and with the commanding tone, Wen Ci took off his damp shoes and socks almost instantly.

Song Tingran smiled helplessly, covered him with the quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Master Wife, I'm useless, divorce me and let me fend for myself."

Song Tingran touched his forehead to make sure he wasn't sick. Wen Ci is indeed a person with a low sense of presence in the family, but everyone sees what he does for the family every day, but he is not good at words.

"Why do you regret staying when you suddenly have to leave?"

"No."