"Okay, you eat quickly, don't you drink water?"

Mrs. Song smiled happily with a wrinkled face, chewed sweet moon cakes, and was about to make milk powder for her intimate little granddaughter.

This milk powder is a good thing, it is more expensive than malt milk essence, and money can't buy it, so the child's grandmother bothered it.

Li Shengnan taught his mother-in-law how to make milk powder.

Mrs. Song did it meticulously, scooped up a spoonful of milk powder, poured a small half bottle of hot water, mixed half of it with cold white water, shook it vigorously, and then poured two drops on the back of her hand to try to cool and heat.

"It's warm and sudden, just drink, give. ”

Mrs. Song succeeded once and happily handed the bottle to her little granddaughter.

Song Ci thanked her sweetly, put down the mooncakes that she had eaten a few bites, and took a few sips of the milk bottle.

"Drink slowly, don't choke, the milk will wash your clothes and dry them. You're just reading a book and playing on the kang. ”

Mrs. Song settled her little granddaughter and left with her clothes in her arms.

Song Ci asked again:

"Milk, where's my little cousin, did you come to live in our house?"

Mrs. Song replied as she walked out:

"Shen Xing and your mother went to the town to find your aunt, and I want to borrow him from the commune primary school. It's all right, you just have to worry about yourself. ”

Song Ci'an settled down and sighed on the bottle.

With a swoop, he fell crookedly, and he comfortably cocked Erlang's legs, and his little pink feet were bumped and bumped.

I don't know if it's her delusion, as if since she saw the eight-character letter, her soul has been completely integrated with her body, intimate, and there is no trace of discord.

This kind of down-to-earth feeling is mysterious and mysterious, if it weren't for her strong sensitivity now, I'm afraid she would accidentally ignore it.

Song Ci examined himself and found nothing abnormal.

But the operation of the spiritual power is obviously more rounded and wishful.

How to describe it?

It's as if the gravitational pull is more pronounced, and it doesn't take much effort to get a firm foothold.

Without comparison, you will not find that she was actually rejected by some kind of invisible and qualitative all the time before.

And now she is finally fully accepted by this body and even this world.

Doesn't that sound mysterious? That's the limit of what her barren words can describe.

Song Ci crossed Erlang's legs and puffed the bottle in a bright mood, thinking wildly in his mind, could this be like the ancient emperor Chrysostom and Jade Tooth, giving her a holy decree, which is equivalent to granting her legal right of residence in this time and space?

Just like after the founding of the People's Republic of China, animals are not allowed to become essences, and they have some kind of mysterious power to announce the heavens and the earth.

Oh, what the hell is she thinking about, this is not writing, it's too second.

Song Ci grinned, put this nonsensical thought aside, and continued to enjoy her salted fish life comfortably.

Stealing a floating life for half a day.

In summer, the clothes are thin, and the Song porcelain clothes are small, and they can be washed clean with a few rubbings.

Mrs. Song hung the washed clothes on the clothesline, poured out the bath water, put the shark hen into the pot, stuffed the stove with firewood and simmered slowly, wiped her hands with the apron tied around her waist, and went back to the house to see what her little granddaughter was doing.

After this look, I found that the little granddaughter didn't know when she fell asleep again, with a pacifier in her mouth, and a small half bottle of milk left in the bottle.

This kid is still weak, but he is tired.

Mrs. Song was distressed, so she took away the milk bottle and moon cakes, put a pillow under her little granddaughter's head, and covered her with a small flower quilt to tell her to sleep comfortably.

Seeing that the noodles were awake, they quickly kneaded them into a big dough cake, brought it to the captain's house, and borrowed his big pot to evaporate the cake.

She put a lot of good things in this cake, peanut oil, sugar and eggs, and put some malt milk essence and milk, and 20 big red dates on top of it, which are beautiful and delicious, and are ready to be steamed and given to relatives as a return gift.

For example, Gao Shan's mother has to give two large pieces.

Of course, things like moon cakes, chicken cakes, wine, cigarettes, etc. are also given. This hair cake is a heart, and it looks good.

Busy with work, Li Shengnan and his family came back.

Li Shenxing had already gone to Gao Shan's class with her sister-in-law to transfer to study, and Gao Shan took her home by bicycle in the evening, and asked Song Chunqing to pick it up.

"It's just right, take my steamed hair cake to my in-laws to taste. ”

In the future, the little daughter-in-law will be thoughtful and give face, and Mrs. Song will be happy as a mother-in-law, so she will give her a generous gift to her in-laws.

When Song Chunan came back, he lay down on the kang like an uncle, hugging his daughter to sleep.

He hasn't eased up yet, and he rushed to a meeting to make a report, which was simply exhausting.

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