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A family of four who were also lying on the kang chatted about burning the bottom of the pot. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Yiyi suggested in line with the principle of low-key: "Parents, or just eat a meal for your own family, Dad is now in the recuperation period, it is best not to attract attention." ”

Song Zemin thought the same way: "Or invite Xiao Wuzi's family, we just happen to get together." ”

Shi Fengzhu added: "Plus Brother Jiang, he is still in Shen City, so please say it." ”

Song Zi'an kept listening, and suddenly remembered a question: "Mom, can you stay until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month before leaving?"

Shi Fengzhu is now quite helpless about his situation of working in Spring Market and living separately from his family: "When I asked for leave, it was very difficult. If it weren't for the accident, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to take a break this Spring Festival. ”

Song Zemin finally reunited with his family, but he didn't want his wife to leave him: "Fengzhu, why don't you transfer your job." ”

Shi Fengzhu didn't want to leave his family, so he shook his hand with his hand: "Even if you want to transfer it back, you have to wait until this project is over." ”

Song Yiyi interjected: "How long will it take?"

Shi Fengzhu frowned: "At the beginning, it was expected to take a year, but it was too slow, so I worked overtime to grab it, and I estimated that it would take half a year at the earliest, about June this year." ”

Song Yiyi brought the crooked topic back to the original way: "The time for the bottom of our family's pot should be set before my mother leaves." ”

Shi Fengzhu said: "It's set on the thirteenth day of the first month, it's Sunday, everyone is resting." After picking up the bottom of the pot, it's time for me to go back to the unit. ”

The next day, Jiang Xinyong came over on a special trip, just to tell Song Yiyi about Jiang Guozhu's recovery and discharge time.

Song Yiyi was very happy: "Since you can be discharged from the hospital on the twelfth day of the first month, then you can live directly in my house." My family has thirteen burning pot bottoms. ”

Jiang Xinyong didn't see anything outside, and responded directly: "Okay, then you can prepare a room when you arrive, and I, Dad, Second Brother and Bai Feng will live on a kang, just do it." Then I'll go first, and I'll come back on the twelfth day of the first month. ”

Song Yiyi grabbed him: "Third brother, is there something urgent?"

Jiang Xinyong said with a smile: "No, it's just that the second brother thinks that I should take care of my dad more and make up for the free time of the past few days." ”

Song Yiyi imagined the second brother who was serious on the surface and funny in his heart, and the third brother was confronted, and her eyebrows and eyes were vivid: "Third brother, you step on the gas pedal more and help me send a roast duck to Senior Commander He and Political Commissar Wang! Otherwise, I will have to take the bus for a long time to get to their family area." ”

Jiang Xinyong now spoils Song Yiyi like his own sister, and nodded without a word.

Song Zi'an next to him interjected: "Brother Xinyong, I'll take your car, I'll go to Uncle Wu and tell him about my family's burning pot." ”

In the blink of an eye, it was the twelfth day of the first lunar month, and Song Yiyi began to prepare lunch and evening meals after breakfast. If the godfather comes over and adds three mouths at once, at least he has to cook two more dishes before he can eat.

Shi Fengzhu and Song Zemin had already taken advantage of no one's attention to take out the ingredients that their daughter needed.

Shi Fengzhu looked at her daughter stewing a big pot of pork belly stewed sauerkraut on the stove, and asked, "Today, Brother Jiang is here, Yiyi, do you want to make more delicious food?"

Song Yiyi immediately refused: "Tomorrow I will burn the bottom of the pot, and I have to make a lot of hard dishes." It's pretty much fine today, or you won't be able to eat it tomorrow. ”

Grandma Song, who was walking in, listened to it and said with a smile: "Yiyi is right, we have to be more frugal, don't waste it." ”

Grandma Song knew that her daughter-in-law's cooking was not delicious, and she never forced it, every time Shi Fengzhu went to Nanhou Village to see her and her wife, she was still cooking. Shi Fengzhu was embarrassed, and rushed to do it, everyone barely finished eating, Grandpa Song made a decision on the spot, and Grandma Song would cook in the future, and Shi Fengzhu would do other work.

When she got home this time, Grandma Song originally wanted to take care of the family's three meals, but she didn't expect her granddaughter to fry and cook everything, and the taste was better than what she made. Grandpa Song made the decision again, as long as Song Yiyi was at home, she would be responsible for cooking in the future.

Her wife has lived with her all her life, how can she not know who her wife is! He is a person who likes delicious food, and if he is uncomfortable eating, he is called a black face.

Song Yiyi knew that over the years, grandma had developed a habit that must not be wasted, so she comforted: "Grandma, isn't this for you, grandpa, and dad to recuperate." During this time, you must eat something good, you must not be afraid of spending money, the body is the capital of the revolution, and the body is stronger than anything!"

Grandma Song is a reasonable person, and she knows that her granddaughter is for their good: "Okay, take care of your body! Your grandfather and I will watch our grandson and granddaughter start a family!"

Sure enough, before lunch, there was a knock on the door of the Song family.

Song Zi'an ran to open the door, and Jiang Guozhu, Jiang Xinjun, Jiang Xinyong and Bai Feng came together.

Shi Fengzhu, who came later, looked at Jiang Guozhu standing there in high spirits, and congratulated: "Brother Jiang, congratulations on your recovery." ”

With that, she let the four of them into the house.

After Jiang Guozhu greeted Grandpa Song and Grandma Song, he went to the kang, he looked around and didn't see Song Yiyi, so he couldn't help asking, "What about Yiyi?"

Song Zemin glanced at him, he didn't prepare a meal for you! Although he was a little jealous, he couldn't say this: "Yiyi, you're busy in the kitchen!"

Song Zemin saw Jiang Guozhu's eyes that lit up instantly, and immediately poured some cold water: "However, Yiyi said that in order to celebrate his godfather's recovery, the stewed prawns in oil are essential, but today's meal should be simple, because tomorrow the bottom of the pot will be burned, so as not to make everyone unable to eat." ”

Jiang Guozhu is in the hospital these days, and the doctor controls his diet to be light, and the birds are fading out of his mouth, and he can eat as much meat as he wants now, but he can't say it in front of these people, so he has to echo: "Yes, tomorrow will burn the bottom of the pot, and we will have a good meal." ”

Jiang Xinjun kept looking at his father, wondering why his father hadn't said anything so important, had he forgotten?

Finally, when Song Zi'an came over, he invited everyone to eat in the next room: "Yiyi said that there were too many people, and it was uncomfortable to sit at the kang table, so the food was placed on the round table." ”

Although Song Zemin can not move on only one leg and can go to the next door on crutches, but now is not the time to make it public, Song Zian carried Song Zemin to the dining table and supported him on the chair with Shi Fengzhu.

The Jiang family's father and son and Bai Feng all thought that this meal would be simple, but they didn't expect to give them a surprise. There are six dishes on the dining table, all of which are very solid and large, and they are all served in small pots.