"I went to the countryside with your father to hold a commendation meeting. ”

Mrs. Song's hands were bare, patted the kneaded smooth dough, covered it with a corn stalk lid and woke up for a while, smiling proudly.

"You have made meritorious service in the south this time, and many people have called and sent telegrams to you to ask for merit, saying that they have also written letters of praise and sent packages, and they may arrive later, all thanks to you for helping to save people.

No, the superior leaders saw it in their eyes, and specially held a commendation meeting to praise us, your father and your mother came to the stage to receive the award, and they had to make a report, but it was beautiful. ”

Song Ci looked confused.

"They know we're the ones we saved?"

Obviously, she and her father are just talking about it, at most helping to help, no matter how you think about it, you shouldn't take credit for it.

Song Ci felt that this matter was a little strange, as if someone was deliberately lifting them.

Kill.

Two big words appeared in Song Ci's mind, and he suddenly gasped coldly.

Is she really still being targeted?

Steady, don't panic, take a look at what the letter says.

"Milk me in the hut. ”

Song Ci explained, ran to the side of the kang and lay down, and was about to slip out of the ground.

Mrs. Song was so frightened that she pulled her up, gently put her on the ground, and stood on her shoes.

"Bao'er, you're still young, this kang is high, if you want to come down, you can shout milk, don't go down alone, it's not fun to fall. ”

As soon as the child started, the lighter weight couldn't be hidden, and Mrs. Song felt distressed again.

"Look at how thin you are, there's no flesh on your face. At night, the milk will kill the chicken for you to eat, and make up for it. ”

Song Ci put on small slippers, clicked his lips, and agreed:

"Good luck, eat chicken tonight!"

"This kid just can talk, stew an old hen for you, this nourishment. "Mrs. Song is happy to bloom, and she is going to catch a chicken in the chicken coop in the yard to slaughter.

"Thank you milk, the milk is the best. ”

Song Cizui thanked sweetly, ran to the toilet, came back to flush the milk and shouted cheers, and went to Tashi House to find the letter.

"This kid can't stay when he wakes up. ”

Mrs. Song likes to look at her little granddaughter's spirit, and happily pulls up the hen in the chicken coop.

There is only one rooster left, and it can't be a shark; this little hen has just been raised for two months, and this big hen lays a lot of eggs, and this old hen is a little thin, and has not much to eat;

This hen is good, fat and strong, with a lot of oil and water, and nourishing!

Mrs. Song carefully caught a fat hen and came out, slaughtered it neatly and bleed, and scooped hot water from the cauldron to remove the chicken feathers.

"Don't say it, this osmanthus is fragrant. ”

The breeze sent incense, and Mrs. Song looked up at the coquettish guests in the yard in the gap of work, and pondered the practice of osmanthus cake.

In the early years, she lived with her husband in the family home of the ministry for several years, and the gentlemen and sisters-in-law from all over the world got together, except for a short chat between the parents, that is, to make some hometown snacks to give gifts, which was very decent.

She also learned a lot, this osmanthus cake really knows, but it costs a little more.

If this was in normal times, she would not be willing to spend so much.

This is not a good thing, I can catch the money, and I got a lot of prizes back, although the days are still a little tight, but I can't even afford to eat snacks.

What's wrong with the little granddaughter's greed? Her father can earn her food, and no one can deviate from it.

What's more, the child's teacher is also very generous, and sent a lot of rice, flour, grain and oil, who will you go to if you don't give it to the child?

Mrs. Song was thinking that if she wanted to make osmanthus cake, she still lacked two materials, and when Anzi came back, she asked him to go outside to change it, anyway, he must have a way.

Mrs. Song is in a yard of osmanthus flowers, comfortably bald chicken feathers, although her eyes are a little not easy to make, but the work on her hands is there, and she knows where there are chicken feathers when she touches it, not to mention how clean she is.

Don't forget to tell Song Porcelain:

"Bao'er, slow down, don't go up to a high place, be careful of falling you. ”

Song Ci crisply agreed, climbed into the chair, and went to open the upper drawer.

The drawer was full, and she struggled to pull it.

Fortunately, it can be pulled.

I was lucky enough to find the unopened letter.

Song Ci took out the letter and scissors, put the drawer on top with his back, and couldn't wait to squat on the chair to open the letter.