After thinking about it, Song Xiaoling didn't know what to do? I decided to wait and see, after all, there were still two months before her father's accident, and how could she figure out a way in these two months.

Thinking of this, Song Xiaoling got up and felt that the injury on her head was not very painful, so she got off the kang and came to the kitchen to help Song's mother do some work.

Song Xiaoling wants her to cook and do some trivial work at home from now on, so that her parents don't have to finish their work in the field, and they still need to go home to cook when they get home.

Yes, you read that right, the Song family is Song's father and Song's mother cooking together. In fact, Father Song is the good man of the new era that he said in the late part of his previous life.

He would feel sorry for Song's mother who was tired of working in the field, so when he came back, Song's mother would cook and he would do it. In this way, it will be easier and faster for the two of them to get busy. And he cooks some simple meals himself.

Thinking about Song Xiaoling, she walked to the kitchen and said to Song's mother: "Mother, you cook! You teach me to cook, I also want to learn to cook." ”

Mother Song said: "Girl, you are still young, wait until two years, your mother is teaching you to cook." And your injuries are not completely healed, but you have to rest well, you can't be tired, go back to the kang and lie down. ”

Song Xiaoling said: "Mother, my injury has healed, my head doesn't hurt anymore and I've grown up, I want to learn to cook like this, you and your father don't have to work hard anymore when you go home, you can eat ready-made food directly." ”

When Song's mother heard Song Xiaoling's words, she felt very relieved that her daughter had really grown up, and she knew that she felt sorry for her parents! In fact, the girls from other families in the village could cook at the age of six or seven.

She also feels sorry for her daughter, and thinks that her daughter is still young, so learn these jobs too early, don't tire her daughter, so she usually only lets her daughter watch her son at home and occasionally play some pigweed.

Since the girl wants to learn, then she will teach it, usually cook more by herself, and occasionally let the girl cook a meal when the girl wants to do it, and the girl will not be tired.

Mother Song thought about it and began to teach Song Xiaoling to cook.

Song Xiaoling herself can make fires, so Song's mother started teaching directly from cooking. The first thing to hand in is to cook porridge, and then to stir-fry. Mother Song just said it once, and then said to Song Xiaoling: "Daughter, okay, I'll learn this today, and my mother will continue to teach next time." "After all, my daughter's injury is not yet good!

Song Xiaoling said: "Mother, I have learned to cook by me from tomorrow onwards!"

Mother Song was surprised and said, "I'll teach you once?"

Song Xiaoling said: "That's right, when my mother used to cook, I always lit a fire for you, and I didn't learn much." Song Xiaoling thought to herself that she could cook in her previous life, after all, she had been a cow and a horse in her uncle's house for nearly ten years, and she lived by herself for so many years in the later period.

Song's mother thought that there was nothing too difficult about these jobs themselves, so she said to Song Xiaoling: "Mother, when you do it for a few days, your injuries will be healed and you will be cooking, otherwise, your mother will not be at ease!"

Song Xiaoling thought about it, and then the two of them put the meal together and put it on the table. In fact, it is also a small plate of pickles and a plate of fried vegetables with less oil and less salt. That's how it was good food.

Mother Song's craftsmanship is good, and the pickles she pickles are particularly delicious, and many families come to Mother Song for help when pickles come to autumn.

The mother and daughter came back from the field as soon as Song's father finished cleaning up, and Song's mother said to Song's father: "You're back, wash your hands and get ready to eat." ”