The topic came to an end for the time being, and the sisters and brothers were talking and laughing about cooking.

Song Ci lay on her father's warm back, listening to the gossip in her ear, smelling the smell of fireworks in the world, and unconsciously confused.

Song Chun'an caught the little guy who let go of his hand and slid down in time, and saw that the girl was snoring slightly, like a kitten cub who had just given birth to a little cat cub for less than two months, and he was also a little distressed.

"I sent her to sleep on the kang for a while. ”

"Go ahead. ”

How could Song Chunguang not agree?

The niece is trapped like this, isn't it all tired of pricking pigs?

But the pig is not good yet, and he has to count on his niece to continue to treat it.

Song Chunguang was distressed and weak-hearted, and there was no other way, so he took out all his skills and added two good dishes to his niece to make up for it.

Song Ci was called up by her father to eat, rubbing her eyes and muttering:

"Am I asleep again?"

Song Chunan took her hand, afraid that the bacteria would get into her eyes, and said:

"Eat and sleep. ”

Song Ci was in a daze and her father was waiting to wipe her face and hands, Song Chunguang was reluctant to let her spend her strength on chopsticks, so he directly took a spoon and fed her first.

"Bao'er eats scrambled eggs. ”

Song Porcelain, oh, take a big bite.

The aroma of food permeated her mouth, giving her great satisfaction and waking up the worms.

"Good times. ”

She gave her thumbs up and wanted to grab the steamed buns.

How could Song Chunguang use her? First, he tore off a steamed bun heart and stuffed it in her mouth, and then fed her a mouthful of soup to give it away, for fear that she would choke.

"Eat slowly, there are plenty of dishes. ”

Song Ci bent his eyes and smiled at his aunt, and his mouth was so busy that he couldn't make time to eat it himself.

Song Chunan said it for her, but was blocked back by his sister.

Even his brother-in-law Ma Qianqian stood on Song Chunguang's side, pulling his brother-in-law to drink a cup, and didn't ask his niece to eat.

Song Ci was forced to enjoy the care of his aunt, and he ate a mouthful of eggs and meat, and he ate very worry-free.

Just looking at the good dishes on this table, she also knew that her aunt really wanted to entertain them.

It's like this leek scrambled egg, with almost no green leaves in sight, and a large plate full of yellow and clear eggs;

The same is true of the sharp pepper slices, a large plate of fried pork slices with oily water, and the sharp peppers have to be pulled with a little effort to find them;

Stir-fried chicken slices with mushrooms are also very real, eating chicken thighs and chicken breasts, very tender, not firewood at all, Song Ci suspects that her aunt slaughtered the young hen that has not survived.

The most common thing is fried shredded potatoes, which is different from the method in restaurants outside.

The biggest difference is that the shredded potatoes are not washed off the starch after being rubbed, and two dried red chili peppers are added and stir-fried and smoldered, the taste is soft and glutinous, and it is very good for rice.

This dish was placed in front of Ma Qianqian, far away from Song Porcelain and the others, Song Chunguang didn't give her a clip at all, just told her to eat well.

"Aunt too. ”

Song Ci ate with a mouth full of oil, and let her aunt smile with her eyebrows.

"My Bao'er is really distressed, my aunt is eating. ”

Song Chunguang fed her niece another piece of chicken thigh, and she picked up a piece of green pepper and put it in her mouth to eat, it was hard for her to find vegetables.

"Aunt and again. ”

Song Ci's mouth was never empty, and he said again inarticulately.

"Okay, auntie eats meat. ”

Song Chunguang was so happy that he forgot all his worries, picked up a piece of whole fat white meat and ate it in his mouth, chewing it fragrantly.

It's not that she deliberately eats well, but that her younger brother's family is a little picky, and they love to eat the red meat without oil and water, and they think the white meat is greasy.

"Auntie stewed braised pork at night!"

Song Chunguang was in a good mood, and he also had the idea of cooking well, so he announced in advance.

Song Ci nodded happily, cute in the aunt lived.

Song Chunan drank a cup with his brother-in-law, the liquor was not low, so spicy that he squinted his eyes and slapped a cucumber with chopsticks and chewed it refreshingly.

"Brother-in-law, you should drink less, hurry up and eat two bites, go and change the captain back to eat, when can't we two drink?"

Ma Qianqian put down the wine cup in his hand, didn't drink it anymore, agreed, and ate with steamed buns, that posture was really like a wind and clouds!

Song Ci was dumbfounded.

It always feels like seeing a survivor of the end of the world who has been hungry for a long time, hungry and red-eyed and wants to eat people.

"I'm leaving, you eat slowly. ”

In less than ten minutes, Ma Qianqian put down his chopsticks and left with a wipe of his mouth.

Song Ci looked at the half bowl of shredded potatoes there, and sighed in his heart.

Uncle's amount of food is okay, two big steamed buns and a half-sea bowl of vegetables, and I don't feel like I'm full.

If you really lose all your family's money, I'm afraid you won't be hungry every day.

She's going to have to work harder to get the pig right!

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