"Didn't you say you made a moromi? Why don't you do it?"

Ye Chen glanced at Ye Chen, and knew that Ye Chen had heard everything that day.

"It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice. ”

Coldly threw down such a sentence, Ye Miao was busy with herself again.

"Qiaonu, tell me everything you need, and I'll get it for you. ”

Ye Chen always has a study of what he eats: "Do you want glutinous rice?"

Ye Miao smiled "poof", "What do you want to do with the mash, do you want to take it back and make confinement wine for your daughter-in-law?"

As soon as these words came out, Ye Miao regretted it a little. However, if you say it, you will spill out the water, and that is to say. Just pay attention in the future. To tell the truth, Ye Miao found that for Ye Chen, he would always stimulate the liveliness in his nature.

"You want to know if I have a daughter-in-law, why bother asking?"

Ye Chen's arms were environmentally friendly, but his feet were stretched out lightly. He looks like a prodigal who doesn't care.

"Stand upright, stand up!"

Ye Yao's face tightened: "Speak well, don't talk nonsense." Why did I ask if you have a daughter-in-law, and I don't have the habit of being a matchmaker!"

Ye Miao didn't delay talking and doing things, and after a while, the white fat buns were neatly arranged on the board in front of her. Ye Chen is actually very particular, but every time he sees Ye Chen doing things, he always has a feeling that he is pleasing to the eye and closes the lid like this.

Well, so I'm different from her, that's why?

Ye Chen stood up obediently and began to come out again:

"With so much fat meat, won't all steamed buns be steamed?

Of course, the most delicious oil residue that Ye Chen had ever eaten was not the kind of oil residue that the women of Sweet Water Village were left after boiling the lard and sprinkled with a little salt. The kind of approach he says is actually a bit complicated, and not everyone can do it.

Ye Chen took a deep breath, although his snort was full of the umami smell of fresh meat and soy sauce ingredients, but he seemed to smell the crisp and fragrant taste from many years ago, and he could never stop eating one. That kind of taste is the same as the mother in his memory, and he can't help but miss it every time he thinks about it. Of course, since his mother died, Ye Chen has not eaten it once.

"The lard residue of crispy meat? If you want to make it delicious, it takes a lot of meat. Ye Miaoyao took out the fat meat weighing about a pound left: "This is only enough for half a bowl." ”

She smiled slyly: "You go get more meat, how about I make you more snacks?"

Ye Chen nodded immediately, if you want to say who can make that kind of taste, it is estimated that only Ye Chen will be slender.

Ye Miao thought a lot, but she did more so that her brothers could make up for it. Although the family doesn't know why they are so poor, they are always short of money. And although the whereabouts of this Ye Chen in front of him are mysterious, he has helped her so far and has not done anything to harm the interests of her family. Therefore, this leaf white and flawless wool Chen is very capable of picking wool.

Ye Chen still didn't know that he had become a big fat sheep in Ye Miao's mind. After achieving his wish, he was smiling and looking at Ye Yao's big bun with eighteen pleats, and he was very satisfied with the little girl's neatness, but his mouth was still disgusted: "You are really poor and exquisite, isn't it just a bun, can it be delicious if you pinch more pleats?"

To say that Ye Chen is also a typical knife-mouthed knife-hearted, he dislikes Ye Miao's steamed buns here for being slow to wrap, and his hands have already added firewood to Ye Miao's firewood to watch the fire. After Ye Miao had finished everything and put a big firewood, he began to ask the family to hurry up and give him some lard residue to taste.

"Well, it's okay. ”

Ye Chen didn't listen to Ye Chen's words and sprinkled white sugar, but just threw a pinch of salt at random, but Comrade Ye Chen still licked his lips and wiped his lips with satisfaction. Ye Miao glanced at Ye Chen, took out a small half bowl and put it in the cage drawer, waiting for Ye Han and them to come back to eat.

The hot smell wafted in the pot house, and the aroma was so wafting that people had to sniff around as soon as they came in. Yimijiu sucked his saliva, and when he saw Ye Miao waving at him, he hurriedly took the lard residue and ran to eat it.

"Ye Yaoxiao, how much firewood do you need, why can't you do it? Look at what my white scarf has become now?"

Zhang Ying stood at the door of the small pot house with an embarrassed face, forming a clear contrast with Ye Chen, who was hungry in the room, and the tall and sturdy little girl looked a little miserable and miserable at this time.

Although this is a fact, the slender person still has to show a kind of reserved and unfathomable.

"Do you still want me to give you a detailed reference?" Ye Miao bluffed people and was almost desperate: "You know that in the past, in the town, whether it was my classmates or the people who worked in the town, if they wanted me to put on her clothes and braid, they would have to queue up. Let me tell you this, give me three eggs at a time, it depends on how I feel that day!"

Talking nonsense and casually, Ye Miao has no psychological burden at all.

Zhang Ying was a little confused by her, when did Ye Miao become so powerful? However, Ye Miao used to be in the town, and she seemed to have a lot of money in her hands, and she often had new clothes to wear.

It is to take advantage of your confusion to convince you. Ye Miao, who gave him a few glances, glanced at Ye Chen, and then stepped forward and gently straightened Zhang Ying's clothes.

Zhang Ying looked at Ye Miao woodenly, not knowing what she was going to do.

At this time, I heard Ye Miao ask Zhang Ying in disgust: "Tell me, can you earn three eggs in half a day?"

Zhang Ying's mind didn't turn around, and she didn't think about whether what Ye Miao said was true. Instead, he swallowed his saliva enviously and shook his head, and the person was still a little ashamed: "It seems that there is really no mile." ”

Ye Miaoxiao looked at Zhang Ying's chopping firewood seriously, and bent down to pick one up and looked at it. After showing a satisfied smile, he said, "Forget it, I don't want eggs, even if it's the reward for your dedication just now." ”

At this moment, Zhang Ying actually swallowed her saliva nervously, and after Ye Yao's praise, she jumped up.

Ye Chen threw the last mouthful of lard residue into his mouth, and smiled at Ye Yao's foolish little sister who was obedient to her.

Ye Miaoxiao seemed to know that Ye Chen was looking at herself, and she could still take some time to give Ye Chen a look. Ye Chen immediately restrained the smile on his lips and drew a line on his mouth with his hand.

Just know to keep your mouth shut. Ye Miao smiled with satisfaction with a pair of autumn eyes, and then pulled Zhang Ying out of the small pot house with a smile. You casually stuffed two pieces of lard residue into her hand.

Joke, this girl is drooling, if she is allowed to eat openly, then what will her brothers eat? Of course, you have to cover the cage drawer, after all, there is a "delicious and lazy" Ye Chen here.

When Zhang Ying didn't know why she was scattered by Ye Miao, her hair was braided again, and a small mirror was stuffed in her hand, Zheng Ying opened her mouth wide at the familiar and unfamiliar self in the mirror:

"Ye Yaomiao, what kind of brain and hand are you, how can you comb your hair better than others?"

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