Song Pandi threw the pot and withdrew.

It's not that she doesn't crave meat, isn't it that she hasn't forgotten the lesson of stomach trouble two days ago, and she doesn't dare to move meat so soon.

Go home and make up for it, and you have to make up for it, and the coming day will be long.

Unexpectedly, there was meat stew at home.

No wonder Wang Xinfeng was reluctant to let his baby son go out to eat, it turned out that he was hiding at home and stealing food!

Take a look at the pot, good guy, half of the pot of meat has gone down, and there are only a few radish strips scattered at the bottom of the pot with enough oil soup, and there are not even a few mouthfuls of vegetable soup!

Look at the bowl where the rice is cooked, and there is only one bite left.

It's an open belly and stuffed inside.

Song Pandi glanced at the east wing with disgust, those gluttonous ghosts were afraid that they would run out of their stomachs tonight, not to mention the smell in the house.

Song Pandi endured the nausea, scraped the bottom of the rice basin, and took out a bowl of sorghum rice with a sturdy sturgeon, and ate the remaining radish strips and vegetable soup.

Not to mention, the taste is really good, it should be the craftsmanship of my aunt Song Chunguang.

The radish strips that have absorbed enough soup have a strong meat flavor, but they are not so greasy, and they are seasoned with dried chili peppers, which is especially good for rice.

Song Pandi ate a big bowl full of peace of mind, burped, put the dishes and chopsticks aside, and walked back to the house to rest with a round belly.

She had just the right time, and the familiar snoring sounds were already ringing from the well-fed and sleepy ones in the east wing.

You can sleep peacefully.

Song Pandi took off his shoes and went to the kang with satisfaction, and slept next to Song Zhaodi, who was already asleep, and no one was alarmed.

Before she fell asleep, she heard the courtyard door gently pushed open, and then Song Laidi came in lightly, walked to the kang and called her softly.

Song Pandi pretended to be asleep, was annoyed by the call, muttered a word don't make noise like a sleeper, slapped her like a mosquito, and turned over to her back.

Brother Song didn't move, and soon he stumbled into the bed and lay down, and didn't even go out to eat.

In the dark, the corners of Song Pandi's mouth curled up sarcastically, and then he breathed evenly, and soon fell asleep.

Song Ci was picked up by her father halfway.

She eats meat happily, but unfortunately her stomach capacity is limited, and her eyes are not full and her stomach is full.

She actually ate more than usual, and her mental power reacted on herself, urging her digestive organs to speed up their work, but she didn't feel panicked.

The only thing that didn't make her think was that her small body was so weak in its resistance to alcohol.

That's right, she was drunk and smoked.

And it's broken.

When she woke up, she was still a little dizzy, and she couldn't come back to her senses.

"When you wake up, does your head still hurt? ”

Li Shengnan angrily handed over a bowl of clear soup, smelling a lot of vinegar.

Decanting soup?

Song Ci drank it from the bowl.

Not to mention, it's quite appetizing, sour and spicy, and there is an indescribable fragrance, I really want to have another bowl.

However, the water storage capacity has reached the standard, so the water must be released first.

"It doesn't hurt in the head. What kind of soup is this, it's delicious. Mom, I want to go to the bathroom. ”

Song Ci threw herself into her mother's arms and changed the topic half-coquettishly.

Li Shengnan was relieved to see that she was in good spirits, took a small coat and put it on her, and hugged her to the thatched house first.

The east is white, the rooster sings, the family gets up one after another to wash, and when they see the mother, they ask casually, and there is nothing else to say.

Song Ci comfortably solved the problem, came out of the yard to wash his face and rinse his mouth in high spirits, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Song Chunan coming back from outside, and shouted Dad with a smile.

Song Chun'an looked weak and hollowed out, and swayed into the threshold, so frightened that Li Shengnan hurriedly went to help him.

Song Ci was startled, dropped the toothbrush and toothcup, and ran over to support him.

What's going on? You can't really be kicked out for speculation, right?

"Water. ”

Song Chun'an spit out a word, his face pale in the shadows.

Li Shengnan hurriedly ran to the stove room and brought him half a bowl of soup to pour down.

Song Chunan breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and smiled at his daughter, and said that Daddy is okay, don't be afraid.

Song Ci saw that his face was a little pink, as if he had added some blood, and then thought of the delicious fragrance in the soup, so he guessed that there was probably some Ganoderma lucidum foam in this bowl.

This effect is too good, isn't it? It is worthy of a treasure that can stimulate her mental power fluctuations.

Song Ci saw that her father was fine, and she was relieved.