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

Xiao Yuchen said with a smile on his face, "I didn't call this, it was the wife who beat me."

The husbands were filled with admiration again.

Song Ting Ran pointed at Xiao Yuchen. Everyone roughly understood what was going on, except Qiao Jinshu who continued to ask what he meant.

Shi Yan quickly walked to Qiao Jinshu's side and stuffed a mouthful of beef jerky into his mouth.

"There isn't much spicy beef jerky left. This piece of meat is thick, you can eat it."

"Well, I'll kill another head when I get back and make beef jerky. Let Brother Six see if he can have other flavors this time and make more."

Qiao Jinshu started eating and forgot the question he wanted to ask for a moment.

Song Tingran and Xiao Yuchen sat down side by side. Sang Cheng first handed them water, then quickly opened an orange and carefully cleaned up the white threads on it as much as possible.

"Second brother, eat an orange. You went hunting before and you didn't get any. I've been waiting for you to come back." Sang Cheng handed it out naturally.

Xiao Yuchen looked at the orange and then at Sang Cheng, feeling warm in his heart. He took it boldly, broke off half of it and put it in his mouth.

so sweet.

No wonder Song Tingran likes to eat oranges. He also likes to eat them, especially oranges peeled by Sang Cheng.

After watching the sunset on the mountain that could be touched with your hand, Song Tingran and her family followed Wang Huiqiao down the mountain.

Today's harvest was a lot, a dozen pheasants, which were said to be caught by Song Tingran's family together, but in fact they were all attributed to Wang Huiqiao, and her assistance was really good.

Only two of them were actually hit by Xiao Yuchen.

However, it is worth mentioning that Song Lingjia and Song Qingyi shot three birds with slingshots and are now holding them proudly in their hands.

When they arrived at the inn, Wang Huiqiao left all the pheasants in the kitchen and asked the chef to help clean them up. Now that the weather is cold, they can be stored for a period of time if they are properly stored. If it is frozen outside in winter, they can be stored throughout the winter. .

"Huiqiao, there are so many, I can't finish them. You take a few back. Your husband happens to be pregnant and needs to replenish his body."

"No, distinguished guests, if they want to eat, I can go hunting in the mountains. These are all hunted by you. How can I get them?" Wang Huiqiao said honestly, as if these pheasants really belonged to Song Tingran's family. Called by strength.

Song Tingran didn't care about this. She picked up two of them and put them into Wang Huiqiao's basket. Looking at the pheasants on the ground, she picked up two more, making a total of four, and gave them all to her.

Wang Huiqiao accepted it sheepishly, and then returned home gratefully.

Dinner was eaten in the inn, cooked by Wen Ci and Wen Li themselves.

Originally, the whole family was helping, but the kitchen couldn't accommodate so many people cooking together. The inn's chefs had to cook for other guests, so only Sang Cheng and Qiao Jinshu helped.

Song Lingjia sneaked into the kitchen quietly, squatted and moved slowly with small steps, pulled Wen Li's trousers, and whispered: "Sixth daddy."

Wen Li was startled, but after seeing that it was Song Lingjia, he thought it was normal. Looking at Qiao Jinshu who was still picking vegetables at the stove opposite, he squatted down without saying anything.

"Xiao Jiajia, what are you planning again?"

"Daddy Liu, if you want to make chicken soup, do you need to fry the chicken in oil as the first step?"

"You want chicken soup? I'll make it for you. It'll be quick with that casserole."

Song Lingjia smiled awkwardly, grabbed Wen Li's clothes, his two big innocent eyes flickered, and told him the reason.

"Daddy Six, please help me, but don't let my father know, otherwise he will definitely blame me and say that I didn't make chicken soup for him, but I only thought about my friends."

"Okay, you go wait in the backyard and prepare the casserole."

"Thank you, Dad Six, you are the best!"

Song Lingjia left just as he came. Wen Li stood up and immediately started making preparations.

Qiao Jinshu: "Brother Six, are you tired? You squatted on the ground for so long. You can go to the front and rest. Leave this place to us."

"You're not tired. I'm making a fire. There's no condiment here. The fire should be strong and flavorful."

"There is another saying. It seems that cooking, like reading, requires study. I don't have any talent in cooking."

After Qiao Jinshu finished speaking, he added on his own, "But compared to my second brother, I'm still okay."

Wen Ci, Wen Li, and Sang Cheng all held back their laughter.

Sang Cheng: "Look, I'll go out soon. I won't tell my second brother. I'll take care of you."

While a few people were still chatting and laughing, Wen Li quickly put the chicken pieces into the pot under cold water and blanched them to remove the fishy smell.

Then add hot oil and sauté a small amount of onions, garlic and ginger until fragrant. Wang Huiqiao and the villagers gathered these together, specially for cooking for the distinguished guests who came to visit.

Wen Li fried the chicken for a while, added boiling water, and when it was bubbling, he took out part of it and took it to the backyard.

Song Lingjia was guarding a casserole, well-behaved and anxious. Seeing Wen Li was like seeing his savior.

"Dad Six, thank you."

Wen Li poured the chicken soup into the casserole. He deliberately chose a good location like the chicken legs.

"You are here, Little Ghost Spirit. Just watch the fire here. Just cook it slowly over low heat. Don't burn it."

"No problem, I will take a good look at it. I can smell the fragrance now. It must be delicious."

Wen Li rubbed Song Lingjia's head, just adding some salt, unlike at home, where there were jujube and wolfberry.

This dinner was the most delicious meal that Song Tingran's family had when they came here, because it was made by Wen Ci and Wen Li, and it also had light but delicious chicken soup.

After dinner, the waiter came to clean up these things, and Song Tingran greeted the children to go upstairs.

"Mom, I ate too much. I want to take a walk downstairs and then go upstairs to wash up."

Song Tingran touched Song Lingjia's belly. It was not round. She was afraid that the child was not digesting it and could not express it clearly. She was relieved when she saw that it was not the case.

"It's too late, why don't you go for a walk in the corridor upstairs." Song Tingran looked at the sky outside and said.

Song Lingjia was thinking hard about excuses, and Wen Li spoke at the right time: "My wife, I just want to take a walk. I feel like I have gained weight in the past few days. I will accompany Jiajia downstairs."

Some of the other cubs also didn't want to go upstairs. Song Changyue and Song Qingyi simply stayed together, and everyone else went back to the house to rest.

"Sister Yueyue, brother Xiaoyi, I'll go take a look at the back. You go to the front first and take a walk."

Song Lingjia turned around and left. Naturally, he couldn't get away with such a lame and unreasonable reason, so Song Changyue grabbed his arm.

Song Changyue: "What are you trying to hide from your mother?"