The family is full of children who can't stand the hunger, so they have already eaten lunch, and there is no need to prepare so many people. Li Yuzhen saw that several people were a little tired, so she simply cooked some easy-to-digest noodle soup, soaked the noodles made by the machine, and put down the pork rib soup that had been boiled a long time ago, and there were fish balls, shrimp and clams in it, and then added some Tianjin white and served it out. There is no saying in the south that dumplings get off the car and noodles, but rice noodles hurt the stomach, several old people can't eat them, and the noodles can't stand the hunger, so the soft noodles are undoubtedly the most appropriate.

In addition to the noodle soup, Li Yuzhen left another bowl of roasted pork knuckles made at noon, and poured the soup with meat on the noodle soup after heating, the oil was bright and very beautiful, and the aroma hit the face.

The noodles eaten in the north are all hand-rolled noodles, which are more chewy, Huang Yixi was worried that Tang Chaoque would not like it, but seeing that he was eating very happily, he never raised his head, which showed that he didn't like it.

Also, although Li Yuzhen's cooking skills are not as good as the third uncle, they are also much better than their mother, although they are Lin Shufang's biological daughter, Huang Yixi can only say that her mother's meals are clean and full of love, but they have to be professionally evaluated, and they can't talk about it.

Tang Chaoque can like the dishes made by his mother, and he must not dislike a half-bucket chef like Li Yuzhen, the defects of the ingredients can be made up for by cooking skills, and these seafood must be much more delicious.

The soup bowl with noodles is a pure white soup bowl with gold edges produced in Daiyun County, and it is a little transparent, with red shrimp, white clams, green vegetables, yellow alkaline noodles, and hot pig's feet, which looks too tempting.

Even Huang Xiangxi, who was holding a bulging belly, ran to the kitchen to get his special small bowl, waiting for Huang Yixi to feed it.

Huang Yixi picked up a little noodles, gave him two shrimp peeled by Shang Luoyu, took a few shelled clam meat into his bowl, scooped two spoonfuls of soup, and finally gave him the stewed pig's trotters.

Rather than meat, she prefers to eat shiitake mushrooms and old tofu stewed with pig's feet, and her aunt and nephew cooperate happily, and they have fine sweat on their foreheads when they eat it.

Seeing this, Shang Luoyu hurriedly put down the bowl and took out a tissue to wipe Huang Yixi's sweat.

In the weather of April and May, it was too hot to wear, and it was easy to catch a cold when he took off his clothes, so for the sake of the child in his belly, Huang Yixi could only cover it.

The group didn't have much appetite, and after eating early, everyone went straight to rest.

During the five nights on the road, everyone was still looking for a hotel to rest, so they were not very tired, and when Huang Yixi, who had slept for more than two hours, woke up, Shang Luoyu had already woken up and sorted out the luggage of the two people.

"Wake up, wash your face. Shang Luoyu handed the towel soaked in warm water to Huang Yixi. Huang Yixi half-squinted, sleepy-eyed, and his consciousness was still very chaotic, he mumbled, didn't take the towel, opened his eyelids and looked at Shang Luoyu and dozed off again.

A smile flashed in Shang Luoyu's eyes, he didn't call her again, and spread out the towel to wipe Huang Yixi's face.

Her face was suddenly covered with warmth, Huang Yixi was so comfortable that she didn't want to move, hugged Shang Luoyu's waist, hummed and chirped, rubbed her chin, and knew that she lifted it up, very obediently, Shang Luoyu smiled even more in her eyes when she saw it.

Five months after being pregnant, Huang Yixi reached the stage of eating and drowsiness, and Shang Luoyu took care of her personal hygiene, Yu Meiqing's diaphragm deserved to die at the beginning, and it was not that her hand was broken, her body was paralyzed, she couldn't take care of herself, she couldn't take care of herself, she had to be served by someone to wipe her face, thinking that she was pregnant with so many children, and she went to the field to plant seedlings, cut wheat and pick dung before giving birth, and she had to do everything by herself.

Traditional Hokkien women, who didn't come over like that, is their own mother Lin Shufang, after a few months of poison, from the beginning of the shock, unbelievable, to the later ........ is still difficult to accept, see once in my heart sigh once, what a man!

No, just when I got up, everyone saw Shang Luoyu serving Huang Yixi again, all of them were very indifferent, and they were surprised in their hearts, and Li Yuzhen resisted even more: "I said Yixi, you are a little too much." ”

When she drank the noodle soup in the afternoon, she saw that Shang Luoyu was sitting next to her, touching her face for a while, seeing if she was hot or cold, scooping the noodle soup for her and testing the temperature before handing it to her, the clam shell was also picked, and the shrimp was also peeled, so hot that she was almost fed in person, and the wait was more delicate than Lafayette.

"What's this, don't you look at my sister's belly, can you bend down?"

Huang Yishan didn't think so, there was no fuss, they were all used to it.

Li Yuzhen wanted to say more, she was sent to the kitchen by Yu Meiqing, and she had lived with Huang Yixi's mother and daughter for so long, Yu Meiqing found that this was the correct way to live for the elderly, and her heart had already deviated.

I have to say that she is still a good life, even if she has been doing it for so many years, her children and grandchildren are all very filial.

Of course, the premise of this is that Huang Zhixin, the old Taishan, is pressing, if Huang Zhixin is not there, I am afraid that the quality of life is not so high.

Huang Yixi watched Li Yuzhen walk to the kitchen in a daze, smiled sweetly, and took his grandfather's hand out to walk in front of and behind the house, Shang Luoyu followed behind with a fruit pot.

In the fruit pot are loquats, star fruit and red heart bala, all of which are picked from the fruit tree behind the yard of the hometown.

Huang Yixi asked him to hand over the fruit pot to her, he refused, Huang Yixi likes red heart bale, crispy and a little sour, if no one looks at her, she can eat a lot, but red heart ballet is not a good fruit, and it affects digestion, and the old man doesn't want her to eat it.

But if she didn't give her food, she wouldn't eat other fruits, so Shang Luoyu could only cut half of it, thinly cut a dozen slices, and sandwiched it between the peeled loquat and the sliced star fruit.

Speaking of Huang Zhixin, both of them have a bit of an old farmer's consciousness, no matter where they go or how big the house is, they always have to find a piece of land in front of the house and behind the house to plant vegetables.

However, this is not a common problem of the two of them, but the whole country is the same, even if there is no condition, put a few foam boxes on the balcony, grow vegetables, and eat it by yourself.

Even if you live in the rich areas of the United States, Europe and the United States, and the people in front of the grass and the back garden, the Chinese people will always open up a piece of land and grow vegetables.

What Huang Yixi didn't know was that at a certain point in time, because of the occurrence of a certain incident, the people were locked up in their homes, and the vegetables grown by the people became life-saving materials for the neighbors.

At this time, Huang Yixi was holding his big belly in one hand and holding his grandfather's arm in the other, walking awkwardly.

To say that there are not many places where the house has changed, the bamboo forest behind the yard is denser, the bamboo is much taller, it is worthy of being a section of long plants, the flowers and plants next to the path grow luxuriantly, that is, the strawberries in the small pots are due to fewer people, and there are still many red fruits that have not been picked, and some are too old to eat.

"Grandpa, let's dig bamboo shoots tomorrow. Huang Yixi proposed with great interest.

"Aren't there several in the yard?" Huang Zhixin was a little puzzled.

"Dig more and we'll make sour bamboo shoots. Thinking of sour bamboo shoots, Huang Yixi's saliva is about to flow down, and when he goes back, he will make an improved version of sour bamboo shoots to eat.