After Song Zemin chopped the meat filling, Song Yiyi took over and divided the meat filling into two parts, one part was the filling for the pie, and the other part was the filling for the wontons.

Song Yiyi began to mix the stuffing.

Song Zemin crushed the boiled egg skins, put them in a pot with tea leaves and other ingredients, and then simmered over low heat.

After doing this, I saw Song Yiyi blinking at him while stirring the stuffing with chopsticks.

Song Zemin understood that his daughter was anxious to know the results of his trip, so he crossed the index finger of his left and right hands and showed her.

Song Yiyi nodded, indicating that she understood.

When everything was ready, Song Zemin began to make pies, and he asked his daughter to go back to the house to rest first: "Yiyi, don't always be exposed to oil fumes, it's not good for your skin." Go back to your room and go to bed early today. ”

Song Yiyi responded: "Okay! Dad finished baking the pie and rested early." ”

She turned off the fire of boiling tea eggs casually, she saw that they were almost cooked, and they should be completely flavored after soaking them overnight. Worried that Song Zemin was busy forgetting for a while, and then boiled the pot dry.

Coming out of the kitchen, Song Yiyi had been thinking about buying a house, so she asked Zhuang Moxiang: "Can I buy and sell real estate in the capital now?"

Zhuang Moxiang remembered what Grandpa Song said, and then looked at Song Yiyi's bright eyes, and knew that she had completely moved the idea of buying a house: "Now, only overseas Chinese houses are allowed to buy and sell. What are you going to buy?"

Song Yiyi immediately replied: "Courtyard!"

Zhuang Moxiang heard a firm determination from the words, he thought of the courtyard house that would cost hundreds of millions of dollars in the future, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll help you keep an eye on it, and if you find the right one, we'll buy it." ”

Song Yiyi's ears echoed the words "We will buy", and just as she wanted to correct it, she heard Zhuang Moxiang continue: "I have some money in my hand, which should be enough to buy a courtyard house." ”

"It seems that I will have to earn more money in the future, otherwise what if I see a few houses?"

Song Yiyi pouted: "You are too underestimated, I will make my own money in the future!" said, raised his white fist and waved twice: "I will buy a property in a place with good scenery and delicious food that I like in the future." ”

"At that point, I'll go to towns every month and choose the best months for them to eat and live there......"

It happened that Grandpa Song and Grandma Song came back from a walk, and when they heard the crisp sound of their granddaughter in the yard, Grandpa Song couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Yiyi, you won't go to work in the future, right?

Song Yiyi grinned, knowing that her grandfather and grandmother were people with old ideas, and she couldn't explain to them the trend of social development in the future.

He waved his hand: "I'm just imagining, I'll go back to the house first." With that, he slipped back into the house.

Zhuang Moxiang swallowed what he wanted to say back into his stomach. He can afford to raise Yiyi, she can live as she wants, but think about it, neither Yiyi nor her elders will allow her to be just a rice worm.

Song Yiyi really slept early, and naturally got up early the next morning.

She stood in the courtyard, facing the morning glow, took a few deep breaths of fresh air, and then turned to the kitchen to make wontons.

Song Zemin was busy last night, and Song Yiyi felt a little sorry for her father. If Shi Fengzhu is here, he will definitely eat some Xiaofei vinegar and complain, your father and daughter have a really good relationship!

When Song Yiyi was standing in the courtyard, Zhuang Moxiang had already woken up. Therefore, Song Yiyi entered the kitchen with his front foot, and he followed with his back foot, washed his hands, and helped roll out the wonton wrappers.

Zhuang Moxiang is now familiar with rolling dumpling skins, making dumplings, rolling wonton skins, and wrapping wontons, and the speed is not slow, and the shape is also good.

When Song Yiyi boiled water and was about to cook wontons, Battalion Commander Wu rushed over, still carrying two catties of fried fruits in his hand.

Battalion Commander Wu was so excited that he didn't fall asleep until midnight last night, and he kept thinking about how he would be able to kick the first three kicks away from the new unit in the future.

After his daughter-in-law and children returned home, they heard from Battalion Commander Wu that Song Zemin asked Liu Xinxin to arrange a post for him, and they were all excited while grateful.

The family can stay in Shen City and live in a place they are familiar with! The eldest girl is even more energetic in reviewing her high school courses, and the second girl even picks up her own textbook and reads it for the first time.

Dazhong recalled that he heard the conversation between adults at Song's house during the day today, and sat on the kang in a daze for the first time, and he was seriously thinking about whether he would become a soldier or find a job in the local area in the future.

Song Zemin finished baking the pie last night, and seeing that Grandpa Song and Grandma Song hadn't rested yet, he went to their house and talked to them again, and took out a cardboard box: "Dad, Mom, you are generally in good health now, and you usually pay attention to nutrition and sleep, so you don't need to take any tonics." ”

"In this box is a good medicine for foot soaking, which is mainly to invigorate blood and eliminate fatigue. It has been ground into medicinal powder, one pack at a time, pour it directly into hot water, and you can soak your feet. What's in this box is two months' worth of supply. ”

When he had finished speaking, he went back to his room to rest.

Song Zemin got up half an hour later than Song Yiyi and Zhuang Moxiang in the morning, and as soon as he finished washing his face and walked out of the house, he heard someone knocking on the door.

When I opened the courtyard door, I saw that it was Battalion Commander Wu: "Little Wuzi, why are you here?" Didn't you tell you yesterday that you didn't have to come to see you off this morning?"

Battalion Commander Wu scratched his head embarrassedly: "I'm not here to see you off, I thought of a few problems that I might encounter in my work in the future last night, so I rushed over to ask you." ”

Song Zemin frowned: "You can't call, come from so far away!"

Then, he glanced at the fried fruit in his hand: "We have prepared breakfast, and it's time to waste it if we don't eat it." Take it back to the children in a moment. ”

When Battalion Commander Wu heard that breakfast had been prepared, he nodded in response, Zemin said no, then he would take it back, there was never politeness between them.

He grabbed Song Zemin and began to ask for advice. After all, Battalion Commander Wu was not familiar with the local working environment and methods, and as soon as he threw out these questions, he really let Song Zemin explain for a long time.

Zhuang Moxiang brought everyone's wontons to the dinner table, including Camp Commander Wu's share, of course.

Even if he and Song Yiyi are in the kitchen, they will know about any movement of the Song family. It's just that both of them usually don't use their mental power to spy on their families, and they only pay attention to them when guests come.

While eating the wontons, Battalion Commander Wu had already answered a few questions, so he talked about an incident he had heard about last night at the dinner table.

"You know that our military region has a military dog training team, right?"