With rabbits and pheasants, Song Ci made a fuss about eating meat.

Killing chickens and removing hair has to boil hot water, Li Shengnan is reluctant to finish baking the oil pot of the cake, Song Chunan pries her to fry a vinegared cabbage, and calls his father at noon to have a good drink to relieve his worries.

Li Shengnan glanced at him and said that he would not go to work in the next day, but in the end he was still fried, and it was not troublesome.

This time, he didn't have to feel sorry for the oil pot, Li Shengnan brushed the cauldron, first boiled a pot of mung bean soup to dry, and then boiled the water to kill the chicken and rabbit for Song Chunan.

Song Ci's eyes lit up, and he was driven back to play on the mat.

She grinned, called Li Shengnan, and crossed her fingers to say that she wanted to eat spicy shredded chicken, stewed chicken nuggets with potatoes and braised rabbit meat.

Li Shengnan has eaten good things, and he can make these home-cooked dishes.

She didn't doubt how her daughter knew the names of these dishes, thinking that she was listening to her family.

After all, the father-in-law and the eldest uncle have both been table tennis, and there are all the people in the cooking class from all over the world.

Li Shengnan agreed, went back to cooperate with Song Chun'an and the others, chopped a few times and cut for a while, and soon got into the pot.

Song Ci smelled the fireworks in the world with the smell of meat, and was so beautiful that he swayed his little feet and hummed:

"Sweet melon and papaya are matched, there are strawberries and fresh oranges, and kiwi fruits to build this fresh fruit stand, hurry up and get together!" [1]

When Song Jianshe entered the courtyard, he saw his little niece dancing and humming, and praised with a smile:

"What does my daughter sing? What is she singing? It's weird and good. ”

Song Ci shouted uncle, opened his little hand and hugged him.

She was afraid of revealing her stuffing, so she subconsciously picked up a not-so-popular Cantonese children's song just now, and Song Jianshe definitely couldn't understand it.

Song Jianshe scooped up the small ball and deliberately stretched out his hand to scare her:

"Uncle hasn't washed his hands since he came back from work, are you afraid of getting dirty, are you afraid of being dirty?"

Song Ci grinned and grabbed his big hand and put it on his own face:

"Cat washes face!"

Song Jianshe was amused to laugh, and forgot to ask about the song, so he went to the stove room with his little niece in his arms, and sniffed exaggeratedly:

"What is this stew so fragrant, my brother and sister are so good!"

Song Chunan didn't get up either, and stretched out his hand to pick up his daughter, so that his cousin could wash his hands.

Song Jianshe was willing to give it, and hid with his niece.

Song Chun'an didn't argue, and added firewood to the stove with bare feet:

"Just now I took my daughter up the mountain for a walk, caught a rabbit and came back with a pheasant, and you will accompany my second uncle and my father to drink later, don't let my old man have something in his heart. ”

Song Jianshe held his niece with one hand, scooped water into the washbasin with the other hand, and glanced at him when he heard the words, and could see the loss hidden under Song Chun'an's lazy expression.

In the end, it is a sibling compatriot, and if it really makes such a fuss, it must be uncomfortable in my heart.

When a brother is like this, let alone his own father. The human heart is full of flesh!

Song Jianshe saw that Song Chunan and his family were unwilling to show a depressed face in front of the child, so he would go out with a basin to wash his face.

"Okay, then I'm sure I'll be with you. Just the amount of alcohol you drink is only a little bit stronger than a glass of pouring, who can enjoy drinking with you?"

Song Jianshe hugged Song Ci, went to the shade in the corner of the yard, first asked his niece to sit down on the mat, he carefully washed his hands, face and neck with fragrant pancreas, and washed the mud on his feet.

After washing himself, he changed the basin of water, mixed it with some hot food, and washed his little niece too.

After going back to the house to get the new towel that his daughter-in-law brought back from the textile factory last month, and cleaning the little niece's face, Song Jianshe hugged Song Ci and said hello and left:

"I used to call my father and my third uncle to come to the house for dinner. ”

As for the errand work of bringing some food from home to the past, there is no need for him to do it himself, isn't there Song Yu and Song Xin.