Chapter 8: 8
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Call for them to come here, wipe their brother's faces and wash their hands, and then send them away.
"Mom, I'm cooking." Zhou Dawa reminds me.
Children are hungry fast. They are hungry at this meeting time.
Lin Qinghe had no idea what she had brought back with her big package. He went in and took an apple. He didn't have to peel it. After washing, he cut a quarter of Zhou Dawa and Tuesday Dawa.
As for Sanwa, Lin Qinghe took the spoon and scraped the apple mud for her to eat.
Zhou Dawa and his brother did not expect to have such delicious fruit on Tuesday. Although only a quarter of them ate it, they were both satisfied.
Lin Qinghe doesn't worry about it, because there are apples and pears here, but there are no grapes. She plans to eat the grapes quietly. Occasionally, she feeds the three little ones who can't speak while the two big ones are away.
As for Zhou Laoer, he's too clever. If you don't give him food, you won't have to worry about it.
After feeding the third child half, the rest of Lin Qinghe ate it by himself, and told Zhou Dawa and Tuesday baby to shut up.
"Make you meat and take care of your brother." Lin Qinghe stood up and said.
Because the white bun and the half apple at noon, Zhou Dawa and Tuesday's brother did not dare to listen.
Although they are still young and don't understand, but they are not stupid. I feel that their mother seems to be better to them today than before?
Lin Qinghe enters the kitchen.
There is only one earthen stove in the kitchen, but the pot on the top is good, and the spatula is also good, although they are very old.
However, after the separation, the original owner went to exchange with her mother's family. She exchanged with her mother's family at a high price. But because of this guy, the old Zhou family agreed to separate her family.
Otherwise, the big iron pot is a big problem. It's not easy to get industrial tickets. The old Zhou family doesn't have any.
Although the kitchen is simple, everyone is similar.
Xiaolin Qinghe lived in the countryside with her grandmother. Although she lives in the old kitchen pot, she still has the memory of the original owner. It's hard for her to brush the pot and boil the water, and then come in to look for rice in the rice pot.
There is rice in the rice VAT, and there is noodles in the other, but there are not many. The original owner didn't want to buy rice noodles this time, so he bought cloth for himself to make clothes.
Lin Qinghe shakes his head, takes out a bag of rice from the space and pours it in, takes out another bag of noodles and pours it into another flour tank, and fills the eggs in the tank.
All the three kids in the family don't care about this, and they can't count. At best, they know that there are more eggs and more rice. They don't know how to get there.
After that, Lin Qinghe takes a piece of lean meat from the space, which is about three or four Liang. She plans to make egg lean porridge.
The knife at home is blunt. Lin Qinghe takes a new old-fashioned kitchen knife from the space to use.
There are only a few little Luobu heads at home. As long as they are not too out of place, she is not worried. Even if there is something out of place, can she be more out of place than the original owner.
Besides, she collected these materials to make herself comfortable, not to cover the dust.
His new knife is sharp. It's much easier to chop meat after washing. The three or four Liang lean meat is soon chopped. At this time, the water in the pot is also boiling, and the washed rice is poured in, and then the big spoon is used to stir, so as to avoid sticking to the bottom of the pot.
"Mom, what are you doing for us?" When did Zhou Erwa appear at the kitchen door, she asked with a blink.
Lin Qinghe said, "I'll have congee with egg and lean meat tonight."
"Is it delicious?" Where did Tuesday's baby eat egg lean meat porridge, but there are eggs and meat, just think about it, it must be very delicious.
"Of course, you'll swallow your tongue later." Said Lin Qinghe.
Tuesday baby heard his mother was joking, looked at her, and then carefully came to hold her leg tube, Lin Qinghe looked down at him: "why?"
"It's very kind of you, a Niang." Zhou Erwa looked at her and said.
"Just know that I'm good. Whose mother is stepmother in the village? Look at the life of other people's children, and then look at your three brothers." Said Lin Qinghe.
This is not to say that it's false. There is a stepmother in the village. It's not easy to live a life of beating or scolding the ex-wife's children.
"Don't scare me, my mother," she said with a smile on Tuesday
"Don't scare you, take good care of your brother for your mother, and make new clothes for your brothers this new year." Said Lin Qinghe.
"New clothes?" As soon as Zhou Dawa came in with her three children, she heard this and her eyes brightened.
"A Niang, do I have new clothes, too?" Zhou Erwa is also eager.
Lin Qinghe opened the lid of the pot and didn't go back to the tunnel: "good obedience, good food and new clothes, but if you don't obey me, I'll wear your rags and chew your tortillas."
"Be obedient!" The brothers immediately spoke out.
"Words!" Three children followed and shouted.
Lin Qinghe is surprised to see him: "three children can talk?"
"Ah." Sanwa immediately hugged her leg and played coquettish.
Come on, it's back to its original shape.
However, Lin Qinghe didn't worry about it at all. The old man was late in speaking in the author's writing. Later, he was a kind of girl who was able to talk well and make the little girl happy.
Lin Qinghe said to the two big ones, "do you know where to put the eggs? Go in and get two for one person."
"Yes." Two big ones go in and get the eggs.
I took one in one hand and there were four in all. Sure enough, the brothers had no idea why the eggs were so many.
Lin Qinghe asked Zhou Dawa to go in and take the salt. At this time, the salt was that kind of big grain. Lin Qinghe looked at it and sent all three of his brothers out.
Then I took out a bag of salt from the space and used it.
At present, there are materials in the space. Naturally, she needs to use them first. When they are used up, let's talk about it later.
Anyway, there are 50 Jin of edible salt in her space.
After the porridge is cooked, Lin Qinghe puts the minced meat into it and stirs it evenly. Then he beats the eggs into it and stirs them. With a little salt, the pot of lean meat porridge is good.
I don't know if it's because the original owner hasn't eaten meat for a long time. Lin Qinghe thinks it's too fragrant.
Not to mention the three sons, the three brothers are blinking in the kitchen.
"Wait for me. It's very hot." Lin Qinghe scooped out a bowl for Zhou Dawa on Tuesday and put it there, he said.
"I can eat by myself!" Zhou Dawa set up a horse road.
"I can, too." "It's the same thing," she said on Tuesday.
Wednesday baby, who still can't speak, came to hug her legs, and her mouth was screaming, and her eyes were eager to stare at the porridge.
Lin Qinghe picked up Wednesday's baby, put the porridge in the kitchen to dry, and brought Zhou Dawa's Tuesday baby out.
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Call for them to come here, wipe their brother's faces and wash their hands, and then send them away.
"Mom, I'm cooking." Zhou Dawa reminds me.
Children are hungry fast. They are hungry at this meeting time.
Lin Qinghe had no idea what she had brought back with her big package. He went in and took an apple. He didn't have to peel it. After washing, he cut a quarter of Zhou Dawa and Tuesday Dawa.
As for Sanwa, Lin Qinghe took the spoon and scraped the apple mud for her to eat.
Zhou Dawa and his brother did not expect to have such delicious fruit on Tuesday. Although only a quarter of them ate it, they were both satisfied.
Lin Qinghe doesn't worry about it, because there are apples and pears here, but there are no grapes. She plans to eat the grapes quietly. Occasionally, she feeds the three little ones who can't speak while the two big ones are away.
As for Zhou Laoer, he's too clever. If you don't give him food, you won't have to worry about it.
After feeding the third child half, the rest of Lin Qinghe ate it by himself, and told Zhou Dawa and Tuesday baby to shut up.
"Make you meat and take care of your brother." Lin Qinghe stood up and said.
Because the white bun and the half apple at noon, Zhou Dawa and Tuesday's brother did not dare to listen.
Although they are still young and don't understand, but they are not stupid. I feel that their mother seems to be better to them today than before?
Lin Qinghe enters the kitchen.
There is only one earthen stove in the kitchen, but the pot on the top is good, and the spatula is also good, although they are very old.
However, after the separation, the original owner went to exchange with her mother's family. She exchanged with her mother's family at a high price. But because of this guy, the old Zhou family agreed to separate her family.
Otherwise, the big iron pot is a big problem. It's not easy to get industrial tickets. The old Zhou family doesn't have any.
Although the kitchen is simple, everyone is similar.
Xiaolin Qinghe lived in the countryside with her grandmother. Although she lives in the old kitchen pot, she still has the memory of the original owner. It's hard for her to brush the pot and boil the water, and then come in to look for rice in the rice pot.
There is rice in the rice VAT, and there is noodles in the other, but there are not many. The original owner didn't want to buy rice noodles this time, so he bought cloth for himself to make clothes.
Lin Qinghe shakes his head, takes out a bag of rice from the space and pours it in, takes out another bag of noodles and pours it into another flour tank, and fills the eggs in the tank.
All the three kids in the family don't care about this, and they can't count. At best, they know that there are more eggs and more rice. They don't know how to get there.
After that, Lin Qinghe takes a piece of lean meat from the space, which is about three or four Liang. She plans to make egg lean porridge.
The knife at home is blunt. Lin Qinghe takes a new old-fashioned kitchen knife from the space to use.
There are only a few little Luobu heads at home. As long as they are not too out of place, she is not worried. Even if there is something out of place, can she be more out of place than the original owner.
Besides, she collected these materials to make herself comfortable, not to cover the dust.
His new knife is sharp. It's much easier to chop meat after washing. The three or four Liang lean meat is soon chopped. At this time, the water in the pot is also boiling, and the washed rice is poured in, and then the big spoon is used to stir, so as to avoid sticking to the bottom of the pot.
"Mom, what are you doing for us?" When did Zhou Erwa appear at the kitchen door, she asked with a blink.
Lin Qinghe said, "I'll have congee with egg and lean meat tonight."
"Is it delicious?" Where did Tuesday's baby eat egg lean meat porridge, but there are eggs and meat, just think about it, it must be very delicious.
"Of course, you'll swallow your tongue later." Said Lin Qinghe.
Tuesday baby heard his mother was joking, looked at her, and then carefully came to hold her leg tube, Lin Qinghe looked down at him: "why?"
"It's very kind of you, a Niang." Zhou Erwa looked at her and said.
"Just know that I'm good. Whose mother is stepmother in the village? Look at the life of other people's children, and then look at your three brothers." Said Lin Qinghe.
This is not to say that it's false. There is a stepmother in the village. It's not easy to live a life of beating or scolding the ex-wife's children.
"Don't scare me, my mother," she said with a smile on Tuesday
"Don't scare you, take good care of your brother for your mother, and make new clothes for your brothers this new year." Said Lin Qinghe.
"New clothes?" As soon as Zhou Dawa came in with her three children, she heard this and her eyes brightened.
"A Niang, do I have new clothes, too?" Zhou Erwa is also eager.
Lin Qinghe opened the lid of the pot and didn't go back to the tunnel: "good obedience, good food and new clothes, but if you don't obey me, I'll wear your rags and chew your tortillas."
"Be obedient!" The brothers immediately spoke out.
"Words!" Three children followed and shouted.
Lin Qinghe is surprised to see him: "three children can talk?"
"Ah." Sanwa immediately hugged her leg and played coquettish.
Come on, it's back to its original shape.
However, Lin Qinghe didn't worry about it at all. The old man was late in speaking in the author's writing. Later, he was a kind of girl who was able to talk well and make the little girl happy.
Lin Qinghe said to the two big ones, "do you know where to put the eggs? Go in and get two for one person."
"Yes." Two big ones go in and get the eggs.
I took one in one hand and there were four in all. Sure enough, the brothers had no idea why the eggs were so many.
Lin Qinghe asked Zhou Dawa to go in and take the salt. At this time, the salt was that kind of big grain. Lin Qinghe looked at it and sent all three of his brothers out.
Then I took out a bag of salt from the space and used it.
At present, there are materials in the space. Naturally, she needs to use them first. When they are used up, let's talk about it later.
Anyway, there are 50 Jin of edible salt in her space.
After the porridge is cooked, Lin Qinghe puts the minced meat into it and stirs it evenly. Then he beats the eggs into it and stirs them. With a little salt, the pot of lean meat porridge is good.
I don't know if it's because the original owner hasn't eaten meat for a long time. Lin Qinghe thinks it's too fragrant.
Not to mention the three sons, the three brothers are blinking in the kitchen.
"Wait for me. It's very hot." Lin Qinghe scooped out a bowl for Zhou Dawa on Tuesday and put it there, he said.
"I can eat by myself!" Zhou Dawa set up a horse road.
"I can, too." "It's the same thing," she said on Tuesday.
Wednesday baby, who still can't speak, came to hug her legs, and her mouth was screaming, and her eyes were eager to stare at the porridge.
Lin Qinghe picked up Wednesday's baby, put the porridge in the kitchen to dry, and brought Zhou Dawa's Tuesday baby out.
Call for them to come here, wipe their brother's faces and wash their hands, and then send them away. "Mom, I'm cooking." Zhou Dawa reminds me. Children are hungry fast. They are hungry at this meeting time. Lin Qinghe had no idea what she had brought back with her big package. He went in and took an apple. He didn't have to peel it. After washing, he cut a quarter of Zhou Dawa and Tuesday Dawa. As for Sanwa, Lin Qinghe took the spoon and scraped the apple mud for her to eat. Zhou Dawa and his brother did not expect to have such delicious fruit on Tuesday. Although only a quarter of them ate it, they were both satisfied. Lin Qinghe doesn't worry about it, because there are apples and pears here, but there are no grapes. She plans to eat the grapes quietly. Occasionally, she feeds the three little ones who can't speak while the two big ones are away. As for Zhou Laoer, he's too clever. If you don't give him food, you won't have to worry about it. After feeding the third child half, the rest of Lin Qinghe ate it by himself, and told Zhou Dawa and Tuesday baby to shut up. "Make you meat and take care of your brother." Lin Qinghe stood up and said. Because the white bun and the half apple at noon, Zhou Dawa and Tuesday's brother did not dare to listen. Although they are still young and don't understand, but they are not stupid. I feel that their mother seems to be better to them today than before? Lin Qinghe enters the kitchen. There is only one earthen stove in the kitchen, but the pot on the top is good, and the spatula is also good, although they are very old. However, after the separation, the original owner went to exchange with her mother's family. She exchanged with her mother's family at a high price. But because of this guy, the old Zhou family agreed to separate her family. Otherwise, the big iron pot is a big problem. It's not easy to get industrial tickets. The old Zhou family doesn't have any. Although the kitchen is simple, everyone is similar. Xiaolin Qinghe lived in the countryside with her grandmother. Although she lives in the old kitchen pot, she still has the memory of the original owner. It's hard for her to brush the pot and boil the water, and then come in to look for rice in the rice pot. There is rice in the rice VAT, and there is noodles in the other, but there are not many. The original owner didn't want to buy rice noodles this time, so he bought cloth for himself to make clothes. Lin Qinghe shakes his head, takes out a bag of rice from the space and pours it in, takes out another bag of noodles and pours it into another flour tank, and fills the eggs in the tank. All the three kids in the family don't care about this, and they can't count. At best, they know that there are more eggs and more rice. They don't know how to get there. After that, Lin Qinghe takes a piece of lean meat from the space, which is about three or four Liang. She plans to make egg lean porridge. The knife at home is blunt. Lin Qinghe takes a new old-fashioned kitchen knife from the space to use. There are only a few little Luobu heads at home. As long as they are not too out of place, she is not worried. Even if there is something out of place, can she be more out of place than the original owner. Besides, she collected these materials to make herself comfortable, not to cover the dust. His new knife is sharp. It's much easier to chop meat after washing. The three or four Liang lean meat is soon chopped. At this time, the water in the pot is also boiling, and the washed rice is poured in, and then the big spoon is used to stir, so as to avoid sticking to the bottom of the pot. "Mom, what are you doing for us?" When did Zhou Erwa appear at the kitchen door, she asked with a blink. Lin Qinghe said, "I'll have congee with egg and lean meat tonight." "Is it delicious?" Where did Tuesday's baby eat egg lean meat porridge, but there are eggs and meat, just think about it, it must be very delicious. "Of course, you'll swallow your tongue later." Said Lin Qinghe. Tuesday baby heard his mother was joking, looked at her, and then carefully came to hold her leg tube, Lin Qinghe looked down at him: "why?" "It's very kind of you, a Niang." Zhou Erwa looked at her and said. "Just know that I'm good. Whose mother is stepmother in the village? Look at the life of other people's children, and then look at your three brothers." Said Lin Qinghe. This is not to say that it's false. There is a stepmother in the village. It's not easy to live a life of beating or scolding the ex-wife's children. "Don't scare me, my mother," she said with a smile on Tuesday "Don't scare you, take good care of your brother for your mother, and make new clothes for your brothers this new year." Said Lin Qinghe. "New clothes?" As soon as Zhou Dawa came in with her three children, she heard this and her eyes brightened. "A Niang, do I have new clothes, too?" Zhou Erwa is also eager. Lin Qinghe opened the lid of the pot and didn't go back to the tunnel: "good obedience, good food and new clothes, but if you don't obey me, I'll wear your rags and chew your tortillas." "Be obedient!" The brothers immediately spoke out. "Words!" Three children followed and shouted. Lin Qinghe is surprised to see him: "three children can talk?" "Ah." Sanwa immediately hugged her leg and played coquettish. Come on, it's back to its original shape. However, Lin Qinghe didn't worry about it at all. The old man was late in speaking in the author's writing. Later, he was a kind of girl who was able to talk well and make the little girl happy. Lin Qinghe said to the two big ones, "do you know where to put the eggs? Go in and get two for one person." "Yes." Two big ones go in and get the eggs. I took one in one hand and there were four in all. Sure enough, the brothers had no idea why the eggs were so many. Lin Qinghe asked Zhou Dawa to go in and take the salt. At this time, the salt was that kind of big grain. Lin Qinghe looked at it and sent all three of his brothers out. Then I took out a bag of salt from the space and used it. At present, there are materials in the space. Naturally, she needs to use them first. When they are used up, let's talk about it later. Anyway, there are 50 Jin of edible salt in her space. After the porridge is cooked, Lin Qinghe puts the minced meat into it and stirs it evenly. Then he beats the eggs into it and stirs them. With a little salt, the pot of lean meat porridge is good. I don't know if it's because the original owner hasn't eaten meat for a long time. Lin Qinghe thinks it's too fragrant. Not to mention the three sons, the three brothers are blinking in the kitchen. "Wait for me. It's very hot." Lin Qinghe scooped out a bowl for Zhou Dawa on Tuesday and put it there, he said. "I can eat by myself!" Zhou Dawa set up a horse road. "I can, too." "It's the same thing," she said on Tuesday. Wednesday baby, who still can't speak, came to hug her legs, and her mouth was screaming, and her eyes were eager to stare at the porridge. Lin Qinghe picked up Wednesday's baby, put the porridge in the kitchen to dry, and brought Zhou Dawa's Tuesday baby out.
