But for a while, no one really moved, and no one spoke, they all measured in their hearts whether they really wanted to do this kind of thing, strictly speaking, this can be regarded as stealing!

In this kind of thinking, without any warning, Jiang Cong suddenly stood up.

As if he didn't want to hold back, he picked up the bowl and swished, then ran around the dining table to the base of the wall, directly removed the heavy cloth wrapped in the clay pot, scooped it down with a spoon and picked up a full of pickles, and almost filled the bowl at one time!

Back at the dining table, Peng Qiao said, "Oh my God, you're so ruthless." ”

As he spoke, he held the chopsticks in his hand, reached into the bowl and grabbed a large chopstick, and fed them directly into his mouth.

Yuan Wei didn't lag behind him, followed by a big chopstick, and said in a low voice: "Eat quickly, lest Sister Yi just come out and see so many pickles in the bowl!"

As he spoke, he couldn't wait to feed it into his mouth......

Before the bowl hit the ground, the pickles were already missing, Jiang Cong put down the bowl, picked up the chopsticks, and not to be outdone, he grabbed a large number of chopsticks......

After the first wave of grabbing, their movements became a little more reserved, and they began to control the strength of the chopsticks, methodically consuming the steamed buns one by one......

In the past two days, they have eaten here, and there will be everything left on the table, of course, the pickles must be excluded, the steamed buns must be at least one and a half, the fried vegetables on the plate will also be left in a small half, and the porridge in the pot can be left with two bowls.

But they were very face-saving at this meal, and they emptied everything......

I have to go to work after two o'clock in the afternoon, because those aunts who go home need time to gossip at home.

For more than an hour, they had spent the previous two days in that big bed, whether they could sleep or not.

But on this day they decided to go out for a walk, and their stomachs were so hard to eat that they had to go around and eat.

After wandering around the village, they came to the river again.

The water was still clear, the ice was still white, and the only thing that had changed was that there were more broken bricks on the ice, which should have been thrown by the children of the village on the riverbank.

The temperature has risen a bit in the past two days, and they are not sure that the ice here is still so strong, so after another test to confirm, they let themselves go, running and sliding on the ice, laughing and talking.

After a while, they came to the shore and sat down on a dead tree that lay down, and fell silent......

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No matter how confused the road ahead is, life still has to go on.

Another few days passed, and the skills of the three teenagers became more and more proficient, although the speed still could not catch up with the young owner, but this kid did not want to create brilliance, and it took an hour to catch up with the fruits of their half-day labor.

Now they're familiar with the smell of mush, but they still like to run out and bask in the sun, and more often than before.

In the past, the barrels they rubbed out could only be sold for a few yuan a day, but now they can sell for more than a dozen yuan, and I don't know if it's because of this, every time they walk out of the workshop, their mood is no longer depressed, but full of joy......

I made more money, I ate better, and everything seemed to be moving towards the good side!

At noon that day, after the aunts in the side room left, Sister Yi's voice of eating also sounded.

The three teenagers cleaned up and sat down at the table refreshed.

Although the food on the table has changed, it cannot escape fate, and it is so shallow and bland.

Looking at the pickles in the bowl that barely covered the bottom of the bowl, Peng Qiao smiled to himself, and when he glanced at the heavy door curtain, his right hand had already picked up the pickle bowl, and a gust of wind swirled to the clay pot at the root of the wall, skillfully uncovering the curtain, and a spoonful went down directly to a bowl full of pickles, and then returned the clay pot to its original flavor, and then swirled back to the table like a wind.

After putting down the pickle bowl, the three of them began to distribute the share very skillfully, whoever went to steal the pickles could share a little more, and a few chopsticks went down to divide the dirty, and the bowl full of pickles became the same as at the beginning.

They picked up their bowls and began to eat and drink freely......

It's wrong, it's a big meal, after all, it's in the bowl, but it's an extremely delicious pickle, how can you let the porridge be ruined!

Now they eat, but they are not reserved at all, and the time when they live with pickles is gone.

For them, pickles can even be said to be full, and there is no problem with how much they eat, anyway, there is still half a jar of pickles in that clay pot!

In the past, when I picked up the bowl when I ate, I either drank porridge or was afraid that others would snatch the pickles in my bowl, but now I am still on guard when I hold the bowl, but the object has become Sister Yi's family.

If Sister Yi and the others suddenly walked out of the room, they would be able to tilt the edge of the bowl as quickly as possible and in the most unobtrusive way to cover their actions.

If they hadn't been so cautious, they would have been caught on the spot last night!

A bowl of pickles was eaten quickly, and then Yuan Wei took the bowl and ran to fill a bowl of pickles to eat......

However, the use of this second bowl of pickles is different from the first bowl.

Although the taste of pickles is great, it is only pickles after all, how can this kind of food be without porridge?

Therefore, the first bowl of pickles they eat is first eaten from the public bowl, and the second bowl is eaten from their own bowl, and the bowl is freed up and filled with porridge......

Drink a bite of porridge, nibble on a steamed bun, and eat a bite of pickles, this way of eating is the most correct and perfect!

Normally, they only steal pickles twice, because it's enough......

When they finished eating the pickles in the bowl, one steamed bun was also eaten, so they added porridge, picked up the second steamed bun, and continued their beautiful life.

At this moment, while eating, Jiang Cong's outstretched hand suddenly paused in mid-air, and looked at Peng Qiao sitting opposite in surprise: "You have a nosebleed." ”

Yuan Wei was drinking porridge with a bowl at this time, and when he heard this strange words, he subconsciously moved the bowl away, touched his nose, and looked at Peng Qiao at the same time, and whispered: "I'll go, you really have a nosebleed." ”

Peng Qiao had already picked up a large number of chopsticks and pickles, his first reaction was that these two guys wanted to grab pickles with him, and he was unwilling to deal with them, but when he was about to take the chopsticks back, he noticed an abnormality, that warm feeling......

He hurriedly threw away his chopsticks, reached out to wipe the tip of his nose, and looked at his fingers again, Yin Hong's blood was so dazzling.

"Hold the grass, why do you have a nosebleed!" Peng Qiao hurriedly raised his head, and at the same time blocked his nostrils with his hand, muttering in his mouth.

"The pickles are on fire, I've eaten too much!" Yuan Wei glanced down at the pickle bowl, always feeling that his heart was about to move.

"Come on, come on, plug your nose, go wash your hands. Jiang Cong had already gotten up and left his seat, tore a few pieces of toilet paper from elsewhere, and handed them to Peng Qiao.

Peng Qiao raised his face, fumbled to take the paper, and began to block it, then wiped it slightly, and then got up and walked out.

The three teenagers went out together and came to the well, Yuan Wei shook the water, Peng Qiao squatted and scrubbed, and Jiang Cong slapped the back of his neck......

was working together, Yuan Wei suddenly exclaimed: "Hold the grass! Give me the paper, the labor and management also have nosebleeds!"

The three of them were in a hurry, and finally solved the matter, sat back at the table, and continued to eat, knowing that the nosebleed was because they ate too many pickles and got angry, but the chopsticks still swept the world like a whirlwind.