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

"Okay, mother, if you care, you'll be in trouble."

This roasted chicken rack has two more young men added to it, running errands and delivering ingredients, which is very convenient.

Song Tingran made a plan, two vinegar chicken racks and two spicy chicken racks each, then three spicy stir-fried chicken racks, and the remaining three chicken racks with noodles, more noodles, mainly for eating noodles.

"Jiajia, do you want to spread this chili powder seasoning?"

"want!"

"Yueyue, do you want to apply this vinegar sauce?"

"want!"

Wen Ci looked envious at the side. If these two bastards hadn't come back, these small jobs would probably be his, and he could roast chicken together. There was no chance now.

"My wife, is there anything you want me to do?" Wen Ci asked proactively.

"Well, you go chop some onions and make chicken noodles later." Song Tingran thought for a while and said.

"it is good."

Cutting onions hurts the eyes, but Wen Ci doesn't care. They all said that it would be much better to put a basin next to it when cutting, but he never does this, just when he wants to burst into tears, he will appear in Song Dynasty again. In front of Ting Ran.

The charcoal-grilled chicken rack was quickly prepared and brought to the dining room first. Song Lingjia and Song Changyue wanted to eat it, but there were still people at home who had not come back. They restrained their greediness and prayed that the school could finish school early.

Song Tingran did not take back the barbecue immediately. Before the temperature dropped, he left it in the yard.

"My wife, the noodles are all ready, and the other dishes are almost there. I think we can start dinner when the eldest brother and the others come back," Wen Li said.

"Yeah, give me the sugar."

The kitchen was busy, and Song Lingjia and Song Changyue in the outer courtyard were not idle either. Seeing that the charcoal fire in the barbecue had not been completely extinguished, they simply went to the field and brought the corn back, along with the outer leaves of the corn, and put them on the Start roasting on top.

"Sister Yueyue, can it be cooked like this?"

"Yes, I've seen Fifth Dad bake it like this before. It must be fine. You just need to turn it over after a while."

Not long after, light snow fell in the sky again. Generally, the first snow in winter is not very heavy, and it is very romantic when it falls.

Song Lingjia and Song Changyue did not go back to the house, but continued to play here while roasting corn.

As the snowflakes fell, there was a sound outside the door. It was Shi Yan and the others who came back. Their footsteps were messy, and Song Qingyi took the lead and rushed into the house.

"Eh? You two came back early!" Song Qingyi was surprised. When he saw the roasted corn, he also ran over to join in the fun. The other cubs were almost in sync with each other.

"Well, Aunt Zhao said there would be a heavy snowstorm later, so she sent it back to us in advance." Song Changyue explained.

"What about the book school? The book school will be on holiday tomorrow, right?"

Song Lingjia grabbed her father's arm, looking for an answer, but Qiao Jinshu just looked at Shi Yan with a look of helplessness on his face.

"If you don't let go, the snow shouldn't be very heavy, and it won't be enough to suspend classes."

Song Lingjia, like her father, did not dare to refute Shi Yan's words at all. She only dared to curl her lips behind her back when she was in the kitchen, which was quite synchronized.

Dinner was almost ready, and I took whatever I had prepared to the dining room. Xiao Yuchen liked to nibble on the chicken rack last time, and this time he even went to the storage room and poured some rice wine.

In the warm dining room, the chicken rack occupies almost two-thirds of the table.

"The chicken rack is enough for today, and we also made new chicken rack noodles and spicy fried chicken rack. Let's eat." Song Tingran was very happy. He made delicious food for the family and fed everyone. Yes, there is an inexplicable feeling of joy.

Spicy fried chicken

Chang Yuqiao ate the chicken noodle noodles without stopping, "This noodle is delicious, even better than the chicken noodle inside."

"I like to eat the chicken rack. One bite of chicken rack and one mouthful of wine is delicious." Xiao Yuchen had already drank a lot in just a while, but he had a good drinker, so he was allowed to drink as much as he wanted on weekdays.

"Master Wife, I knew..." Qiao Jinshu wanted to say something sweet, but Song Tingran stopped her mouth with a chopstick of spicy fried chicken.

Looking at the table where the Zaizai are eating, they are also enjoying themselves and helping each other from time to time.

Song Chuan couldn't finish the noodles, and Song Qingyi just grabbed them with his hands; Song Leyu had trouble holding the chicken stand with chopsticks, and Song Lingjia also showed how to eat the chicken stand with bare hands...

"Sister Yueyue and I roasted this corn together. You all should try it too." Song Lingjia was promoting.

None of the Zaizai were dissatisfied. Each of them took a few bites and said the taste was very good, but their mouths would turn black after eating.

As we ate, the temperature in the dining room gradually became much higher. One was because there were many people, and the other was eating happily, especially those who drank wine.

Song Tingran stood up and opened a small gap in the window so that some outside air could come in and the dining room would not be so hot. She stretched out her hand and saw the snowflakes falling. Today's snow was beautiful and standard.

"Look, these snowflakes are so beautiful."

Shi Yan was the first to walk over, and Chang Yuqiao and Sang Cheng, who were close by, were the first to surround her.

Sang Cheng: "My wife, she looks good."

Shi Yan: "There were snowflakes like this in previous years, but it feels fresh every time I see it. It's really magical."

Chang Yuqiao: "Maybe it's because everyone watching the snow is here."

Wen Li also came over and said, "It would be great if the pattern of the clothes could also be snowflakes. It would definitely look good."

Chang Yuqiao said that although there is no cloth with snowflake patterns, he can try to embroider the snowflakes, and it will probably look good.

Qiao Jinshu ate the chicken rack, his hands were stained with oil. He didn't get too close, but he had a better memory. But when he saw the other brothers gathered around Song Tingran, he also squeezed forward and raised his hands above his head. , no one can touch the main one.

Among the adults, only Xiao Yuchen was still nibbling on the chicken stand. Although he was usually quite rough, he was still nibbling very carefully.

The snowflakes quickly melted in the room, and everyone returned to their seats. Song Tingran was also happy when he saw Xiao Yuchen eating happily. He, I guess he is not interested in such things as snowflakes, but if he went to modern times , Snow Beer might be able to capture his heart.

The cold wind howled.

"Brother, look outside, it's going to snow heavily. What will we do tomorrow?" Qiao Jinshu was not complaining, but was worried about the students who lived far away.

"Don't worry, Jinshu. I told the students that if it's snowy and difficult to travel, they don't have to come to the school. It's been like this all these years."

Shi Yan thought about it again and said to Qiao Jinshu, "If it snows heavily tomorrow, you don't have to get up early."

"Ah? Great, great! Brother, you are the best!" Qiao Jinshu stood up and ran to Shi Yan's side. Then he remembered that his hands were all oily. He smiled awkwardly but happily and returned to his position.