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

Song Tingran sat down and the family began to eat dinner. Wen Li picked up the spoon and carefully filled three bowls of ginseng chicken soup, placing them in the hands of his wife, Shi Yan and Sang Cheng respectively.

"Stewed for nearly two hours, drink it while it's hot."

Then Wen Li sat down and continued eating, while Song Tingran stood up helplessly, served a bowl to each of the other couples, and then divided the stewed soft chicken between them.

"Sang Cheng drinks two more bowls, and we will follow suit. Just treat it as a daily supplement. This is good for your health and is better than anything else."

Shi Yan understood his wife's intentions. She had always treated her brothers equally. Looking at the way they were looking at each other, she said, "Don't live up to your wife's good intentions. Drink up."

Song Tingran picked up the bowl and took a sip. The taste was not much different from ordinary chicken soup. Because it had been simmered for a long time, the taste was mellow. After one sip, he wanted to take a second sip.

The husbands also started to drink, and they couldn't hide their surprise. Halfway through the meal, the windows of the dining room were opened, which was really satisfying.

Song Tingran felt warm all over her body. She thought that the ginseng in the farming space was more effective, and she was afraid that everyone would have a nosebleed if they took too much energy.

"I think ginseng works well, once a month, or a month and a half, maybe."

"Okay, the remaining ginseng has been packed away. I will take it to my wife's room."

Wen Li stood up and was about to take action. Song Tingran was speechless. Why was this thing left in his room?

"Wen Li, just wait a minute. This ginseng can be placed in the kitchen, or there are so many empty spaces at home..."

"This thing is valuable, so naturally it should be placed in the wife's main room."

If Wen Li, whom everyone recognized, was like this in their world, they wouldn't think there was any problem.

"No, if you like it, put it in your room. Don't take it to my place."

Wen Li was flattered and nodded blankly.

Song Tingran went to the bathroom to wash up, and Qiao Jinshu followed closely behind him, serving him very attentively.

"Master Wife, when will we set off tomorrow?"

"Master Wife, Manfu is not used to being at home now that I'm gone, why don't we take Manfu with us too."

"The carriage is fast. It will probably take half a day to arrive. So should we stay for one day or return the same day?"

"My wife..."

Qiao Jinshu's questions were surrounded by 3D questions. Song Tingran stared at him and said hesitantly: "Jinshu, you have a nosebleed."

"what?"

He looked at the basin and saw that there were indeed two traces of blood running down his nose and onto his mouth. He was so immersed in the joy of returning to his parents' home tomorrow that he didn't notice it.

"My wife, am I going to die?"

"No, no, no, maybe it's because you are in good health and young, so you are overflowing with nutrients when you eat something that replenishes your body."

Song Tingran wiped him with a soft handkerchief, then asked him to tilt his head up and raise his hands high. Then he found scissors, cut a small strip of the soft handkerchief, and blocked both nostrils.

"Master Wife, stop it all. I can't breathe. I'm still going to die."

"You breathe through your mouth."

"Oh, it's really okay."

Qiao Jinshu couldn't see the road in this shape. Song Tingran helped him out of the bathroom. Xiao Yuchen was practicing in the inner courtyard with the book Chen Xiangyin had given him before. He stopped moving.

"What's wrong with Jinshu? It's a bit like being possessed by an evil spirit."

Song Tingran couldn't hold back, laughed and explained. Xiao Yuchen sniffed and continued to practice boxing.

After sending Qiao Jinshu back to the room, Song Tingran pulled off the cloth. There was not much blood on it, and it looked like nothing was wrong.

"Okay, you can put down both hands now."

Qiao Jinshu felt aggrieved. He was too tired to hold it up all the time. He rubbed his shoulders and ran to the mirror.

"It really doesn't seem like there's any bleeding anymore."

As he spoke, he raised his chin and kept looking at his nostrils in the mirror, as if to see if there was any blood inside, but he couldn't see it, so he stuck his little finger in.

"Hands down."

"alright."

"Don't touch your nose. It finally healed, but it started to bleed again after picking it."

"Yes, yes, yes, I understand, Wife, I already have a nosebleed, so you can sleep here with me tonight, okay, if I have another nosebleed in the middle of the night, I don't know, the blood has dried up, I couldn’t go home the next day.”

Song Tingran couldn't refuse, and Qiao Jinshu, who was wagging his tail and starry-eyed, agreed. He blew out the candles, pulled her into bed and told stories.

Wen Ci stood in the inner courtyard. He originally wanted to wait for his wife to come out and ask what to do with so much pork left in the house. But when he saw the candle suddenly extinguished, he quietly went upstairs to his room.

Because Qiao Jinshu was worried about returning to his parents' home, he got up very early the next day and dragged his wife up too.

He opened the door to the room and greeted each brother cheerfully. Every movement expressed that he was very happy.

Wen Ci quickly found Song Tingran.

"My wife, we still have a lot of pork left at home. Although the weather is cold, it won't last for a few days. If it snows, it can be frozen and stored. The time has not yet come."

"Well... let's make it into bacon and store it. I haven't eaten it for a long time."

"Spicy meat? Okay, it happens that my eldest brother likes it."

After breakfast, Song Tingran took the initiative to find Qiao Jinshu, who was neatly dressed, and explained in a gentle voice that he had to take care of the pork at home before setting off. He was very understanding, even very excited, and took the initiative to sharpen the knife.

Wen Li brought a basket of dried chili peppers and asked, "My wife, are these chili peppers enough for making spicy meat?"

"Hahaha, this spicy meat is not that bacon. I'll make it once and you'll know."

The husbands gathered around the remaining half of the pig. Xiao Yuchen had a strong hand and held a kitchen knife in his hand. He lifted the knife up and down, leaving the fat part for frying lard, and the rest was divided according to parts.

"The skin of the cured bacon must be retained. We first wipe the surface clean, and then rub it several times with wine."

Everyone was working very hard. Sang Cheng knew how to massage. Song Tingran looked at his technique and suddenly became a little fanciful. She looked elsewhere and concentrated on massaging the pig with wine.

After the massage, Song Tingran put a large amount of salt, pepper, and star anise into the hot pot without pouring any oil, and stir-fried continuously.

"My wife, let me come."

Wen Li saw that this was just a stir-fry and seemed nothing special, so he took the initiative to ask him to come, which would also allow his wife to take a break.

"Okay, just keep frying until the salt turns yellow and that's it."

Chang Yuqiao poured some water and handed it to his wife. She took it and took a sip. Everything was natural.

Qiao Jinshu stared at the salt in the pot. He had seen a lot of things fried in iron pots, but he had never seen fried salt. He wanted to see if it changed color today.