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

Accompanied by the moonlight, the entrance of the Song family was even more lively.

The husbands almost surrounded the carriage together.

Shi Yan: "I'm finally back. Wife, please slow down. The rice is hot in the pot and you'll be able to eat it soon. You must be starving."

"I'm a bit hungry. Have you eaten? Where are the children's food?"

Sang Cheng: "Don't worry, wife, the children have eaten and been put to sleep."

Song Tingran sighed and answered this way, deliberately avoiding the question of whether they had eaten, that is, they had not eaten.

I have said this many times. If you come back late due to something, you can eat first. There is no need to starve together.

But he just refused to listen and insisted on waiting.

Changyuqiao, Wen Ci and Wen Li put out all the rice in the pot. It was still rich. It was not bad for the whole family to have such a late night snack together.

"My wife, the children ate the sesame sugar cakes I made. You can try them too."

This sesame candy cake is cut, and the sesame filling inside is fine and ground with a stone mill.

After one bite, the aroma of sesame seeds fills the mouth without being too sweet. Song Tingran likes it very much. In addition to the staple food, there are steamed buns, which are paired with various stir-fried dishes to eat.

All eight of them were starving, and they ate more than usual. It was a bit like the time when the family was poor and then became rich and had enough to eat.

After eating, I felt like it was almost dawn, so I quickly went back to the room to go to bed.

Song Tingran listened at the door of the Zaizai. There was no sound. He must have slept soundly, so he returned to the house with peace of mind.

The next day, the cubs all got up one by one, while the adults were still asleep. It was because they slept too late last night.

After Song Leyu washed his face, he called all the sisters and brothers at home to the kitchen, "Let's keep the noise down so as not to wake up my mother and father. Then we'll make breakfast. How about a surprise?"

Song Lingjia: "I agree!" Her voice was still a bit loud without suppressing it. Song Changyue hugged her and made a shushing gesture.

Just do what you say. The cubs often do it on weekdays. They have also cooked simple meals under the supervision of adults before.

Today is different. It is completely the home field of the Zaizai. Every one of them is very excited.

Song Qingyi and Song Lingjia started the fire, opening two pots in total, one to fry eggs and the other to boil wontons.

The wontons were made at home before, so it was effortless.

Song Chuan still inherited Wen Li's talent for cooking, and now he is very skillful in making wontons.

Song Can is not bad either, covering his face with one hand and holding chopsticks in the other hand, frying eggs.

Shi Le'an and Song Leyu took out some of the various side dishes at home.

Song Changyue placed bowls and chopsticks in the dining room.

"Is it cooked?" Song Chuan asked uncertainly.

Song Lingjia stood up, with a gray face. He had been blowing on the fire below, hoping to make the fire stronger.

"Hmm... Mom said that if the dumplings float, they are cooked. These wontons also feel cooked."

Song Qingyi: "How about giving it a try?"

Song Can's fried eggs were ready, and she took a bite from the edge. They felt pretty good.

A small wonton was fished out under the spotlight. Song Chuan blew it, but it was still a little hot.

After waiting for a while again, Sang Cheng came and stood at the door of the kitchen, thinking he had seen it wrong.

There are many pups in the family, all gathered around a steaming little wonton, which is inexplicably cute.

"Four daddy." The Zaizai greeted one after another, and Sang Cheng walked in blankly, looking at a large pot of wontons and two plates of scattered fried eggs.

"You didn't do this, did you?"

Song Lingjia: "Of course we did it together, but it was mainly Song Chuan and Song Can."

Shi Le'an: "Father, you're here just in time. Please help us take a look. Are these wontons cooked?"

"it is good."

Sang Cheng was so happy, this was the first bite, and it just entered his stomach.

It tasted very good. He added salt to the pot and took it out of the pot.

"I'll carry it. This pot is hot. You go and get up." Sang Cheng carried a large basin of wontons to the dining room and was shocked again. There were plates of pickles arranged neatly.

The bowls and chopsticks are also arranged according to their positions, which is very attentive.

When Song Tingran got up, she thought it was a dream. On the way to wash up quickly, she met all the husbands who couldn't get out of bed.

In the dining room, Sang Cheng praised the Zaizai so much that they all felt embarrassed.

Song Lingjia filled up a cold wonton with a spoon and walked slowly to Song Tingran's side, "Mother, you eat this, it's ready."

Bang, it fell on the table.

Song Tingran originally wanted to say that it didn't matter, she could still eat it after picking it up, but Song Lingjia just picked it up with her bare hands and put it back into the spoon.

Song Lingjia glanced at Qiao Jinshu who was drinking soup, didn't notice it at all, and walked over diligently.

"Dad, these are the wontons I made specially for you."

"Thank you my baby Jiajia."

Qiao Jinshu was so moved by this that he ate it in one bite, hugged Song Lingjia, and then continued to eat in a very showy manner, deliberately making noise.

Song Tingran smiled and ate silently.

Song Lingjia returned to her seat and brought another wonton, "Mother, eat this, the new one."

"Okay." Song Tingran finished eating, while Qiao Jinshu was still complacent in his position.

"Mom, are you going to Furong Town in a while?"

"I know you are a ghost, go, all go, our whole family will go."

Song Lingjia returned to her seat happily and winked at the little sisters.

success.

No longer need to worry about where to go, find a distant baby to kiss, and use this method to take the opportunity to go out.

There were only one or two people who came to buy herbicide today, but Qiao Xin was very fast. When she went to the resort to pick up her husband in the evening, she brought back the extra herbicide.

"Here, I've done the math, here's the remaining money, and here's the herbicide."

Qiao Jinshu quickly poured tea for Qiao Xin to quench her thirst, and Song Tingran took the things.

"I'm not in a hurry. Is everything done in the fields?"

"It's all done. Shiqing Village is not serious to begin with. I took the villagers to do this together. I was afraid of delaying your affairs, so I quickly made the calculations and sent them to you."

Song Tingran suddenly remembered that the former village chief had not signed the signature for Qiao Xin's family, so her house had not been weeded yet.

"What about your home? Didn't you keep the extra money for yourself?"

"One thing comes to another. Let's clean up the mess first. Anyway, it's not serious at home. I pulled it out by hand. No, I'll buy it today and go back to use it tomorrow. I'll go there too."

Xiao Yuchen had already opened the storage room and brought the corresponding herbicide to Qiao Xin, and she paid for it.

Song Tingran understood that Qiao Xin was afraid that she had just temporarily replaced the village chief, and that if she directly used the herbicide that should have been returned, it would be unclear, so she would do the same thing.