After a leisurely morning wash, it's time to make lunch.

Song Chun'an's skills are average, but they are also better than cooking and eating, and he is still competent to cook some homely meals.

In addition, there are sauced meats, pickles, salted eggs, etc., brought from home, and it is not difficult to make a meal.

Song Chunan didn't think too much about it, so he decided to make a fried shredded potato, then scramble an egg and gourd slices, and then shoot a cucumber and cut a plate of sauce meat, two cold and two hot are enough.

Song Ci is not picky.

She has a cheat in her hand, and as long as it's not too unpalatable, she can fine-tune it in her mouth to improve the taste of the food by a notch or two.

The two were about to cooperate in cooking, but they didn't expect Song Chunguang to come back.

"Sister, why are you back?

Song Chunan put down the new potato that was scraping the skin in his hand, pinched a piece of broken glass, and stood up nervously and asked.

Song Ci also looked at it with concern, and his heart was also bottomless.

Song Chunguang saw the worried expressions of the two, and hurriedly smiled and comforted:

"No, no, the pig is fine, I'll come back and make lunch." ”

Song Chun'an put his mind at ease and asked again:

"No one is watching the pigs, can it work? That Xia technician is gone?"

You won't take advantage of no one to sneak the pig to death, right?

"The captain is here too, it's okay. ”

Song Chunguang took the small iron spoon in his niece's hand, as well as the half-shaved potato, and continued to scrape the skin neatly.

The new potatoes are full of moisture and the skin is easy to peel, Song Chunguang is used to doing the work, so he quickly peels the potatoes clean in three or two hands, and puts the potatoes that have been stained with mud in the basin.

Song Ci brought half of the water and scooped the cold water into the basin to wash the vegetables.

"Bao'er is so sensible. You don't need this little work, you can go and rest. ”

Song Chunguang felt sorry for his niece and was reluctant to ask her to work.

Song Ci obediently put down the water scoop and stood next to listen to the adults.

Song Chunguang didn't wait to ask, and took the initiative to say:

"The pigs are very good, much better than others. The captain and the Xia technician couldn't believe it, and they looked back and forth, probably thinking that they were blind, right?"

Song Chunguang had a feeling of raising his eyebrows in his words.

The anger and anxiety that has been suppressed in the past few days may not be due to the repeated persecution of Technician Xia and the captain.

Coupled with the fact that some people do things and speak ugly words, it is difficult for her not to be even more angry.

can slap Technician Xia's face, she is happy!

Of course, this is all thanks to the little niece.

Song Chunguang smiled on his face and asked his little niece to get a small bench to sit on again, so as not to be tired of standing.

Song Ci obediently complied.

Her lack of physical strength is a big problem now, and she has to continue to give acupuncture to pigs, so she has to hurry up to recover her strength.

Song Chunguang suddenly laughed, lowered his voice and said:

"Anzi, didn't you see it, that Xia technician who is so proud to look at people with his nostrils, not to mention how ugly his face is, and he still finds reasons to quibble, but he refuses to admit that our pigs can be cured.

He is just selfish and selfish, and he doesn't care about the loss of our farmers at all!"

Song Chunguang snorted and said:

The captain pouted him lightly, and he couldn't get off the stage with his words. In the end, he had to promise not to kill our pigs first, and then try to treat it for two days.

But he had to watch from the sidelines, saying that he had to write a report to his superiors, but in fact, he was afraid of taking responsibility and affecting his promotion!"

Song Chunguang pursed his lips disdainfully, scraped the three big potatoes, and the one in Song Chunan's hand was cleaned.

Song Chunguang washed the potatoes in the basin with his hands, and found a silk wiping knife to wipe the silk.

Song Chunan slowly chose shallots on the side, and replied casually:

"He doesn't find fault, we're not afraid of him looking. ”

Song Chunguang also laughed:

"Yes. This interlacing is like a mountain, and he doesn't know acupuncture, what can he see?

If we can really cure the swine fever, look at what kind of face he looks down on as a technician!

Do you still want to be promoted? Dream about it! Don't you can't keep this technician's position. ”

Song Ci blinked, and suddenly interjected:

"That's what my dad does. ”