Shi Fengzhu scolded with a smile "stinky girl", and turned around to talk to Song Zemin. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Song Yiyi got busy, washed the rice first, and steamed the rice with a liquefied gas tank. I went to the warehouse and cut a piece of pork belly and slice it, took a sauerkraut from the shelf, and shredded it finely. Set the pot on the stove and stew the sauerkraut with pork belly.

She covered the pot, then peeled two heads of garlic and smashed a small bowl of garlic from the garlic jar.

When the meals were ready, Song Zi'an just came back with the things he bought.

Shi Fengzhu put the kang table and said, "Yiyi, you put the food ready, you and your brother eat first, and I will feed your father before eating." ”

Song Zemin spoke out in time: "Let me lean against the wall, move the small kang table in front of me, and I'll try to eat by myself." ”

Song Yiyi, who entered the house with two bowls of rice, looked at Song Zemin in surprise: "Dad, can you sit up?"

Song Zemin looked at his daughter with a smile: "It seems to be, just try it and you'll know." Then, stretching out his hand to type out the secret words of the Gu family, he took advantage of the empty section of the two of them to clean the house, and ran the Hanyi Treasure Book, and the "little thing" that pressed on the Du pulse actually moved down a full three inches, from the lumbar vertebrae to the tail vertebrae.

Song Zi'an ran in with four pairs of bamboo chopsticks: "Dad, can you sit?"

Song Zemin leaned forward hard, couldn't support it, and immediately leaned against the wall: "It's not enough to sit up completely, so I can only sit like this for a while." ”

Shi Fengzhu looked at him happily: "This is obviously better!"

The four of them happily ate lunch, and Song Zi'an praised while eating: "Mom, the food you make is so delicious, it's better than the small stove in the army canteen! This pork belly dipped in garlic is so fragrant, I want to eat another bowl of rice, is there anything else?"

"Yes, brother, I'll give it to you. Song Yiyi, who was sitting on the edge of the kang, took his bowl and went to fill a bowl full of rice.

She looked at Song Zemin's sitting posture, and it was more difficult to eat, but the speed was not slow, and a bowl of rice basically bottomed out: "Dad, I'll serve you another bowl of rice." ”

Song Zemin is also very particular about eating, and it can be said that their family of three was a senior foodie in the past: "Okay, serve another bowl of rice to Dad." Yiyi, your pork belly stewed sauerkraut is really good, it smells fragrant, and it tastes even more fragrant!"

Song Zi'an turned his head and shouted: "This is made by Yiyi, oops! Yiyi has learned to cook!"

Song Yiyi walked in from the kitchen and put the rice in front of her father. She deliberately ignored Song Zi'an's fiery eyes: "Mom, is your food enough?"

Shi Fengzhu pointed to the rice bowl at home: "This is a big bowl, more than twice the rice bowl I usually use, it's enough." ”

After lunch, the job of washing the dishes fell to Song Zi'an, which was Song Yiyi's proposal. The rice is made by her, and of course the bowl has to be washed by her brother, which is called division of labor and cooperation!

In the afternoon, the family was like a marquee, and the comrades-in-arms who got the news of Song Zemin's discharge from the hospital came to visit one by one, carrying more or less something in their hands.

Song Yi simply hid in the kitchen to mix noodles, chop stuffing, and prepare dinner. Although most of the people who came were sincere, rather than going through the motions, Song Yiyi really couldn't sit still if she wanted her to sit with a smile on her face all afternoon and pour some water for the guests from time to time.

It's not yet the Chinese New Year, of course Song Yiyi is reluctant to use pure white noodles, just a few catties of white noodles, and she still keeps dumplings for the New Year. Her living noodles are mainly black, mixed with half a scoop of white noodles. There are meat, vegetables, eggs, vermicelli, and a hodgepodge of several things in the filling, which can save some meat, but the taste should not be much worse!

In winter, it gets dark early, and at five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is dark, and the guests at home are finally gone.

Song Yiyi put a frying pan on the stove, took a bench, and sat down to start baking pies. Song Zi'an was hungry for nearly half an hour by the smell of pies, and he told his parents in the house that he didn't expect his sister to cook so deliciously, and he would never go to the cafeteria to eat a big pot of rice in the future.

Song Yiyi baked a large pot of pies and brought out tomorrow's breakfast. She made a light bean sprout soup and ate it with pies.

Song Yiyi regretted in her heart, but unfortunately there was no haggis, otherwise the haggis soup with the pie would be a perfect match! Of course, the pie is not the pork pie she made, but the beef pie......

"Sister-in-law, I'm Xiuying!" a confident shout came from the courtyard.

This afternoon, because there were too many people coming, the courtyard gate was not closed.

Song Yiyi is really scratching her head, it's dinner time, auntie, do you know that this will affect people's dinner!

Shi Fengzhu, who greeted him in the courtyard, said angrily: "Xiuying, you and Xiao Wu will come here, what are you doing with things?"

Four or five people came in at once, each with pots and pots in their hands. Xiuying is tall and tall, and she is rolling her eyes at this time: "Sister-in-law, I know that when everyone hears Xin'er, they will come to see the political commissar." I won't bring anything, I will make four dishes at home in the afternoon, and we will get together!"

Shi Fengzhu didn't say anything anymore, but went into the house to help Song Zemin up and sit against the wall, he had been lying down all afternoon, and he was probably annoyed. Song Zi'an had the insight to set up the big kang table at home, and Xiuying's family put the plates and bowls directly on it.

Song Zi'an went to the kitchen and whispered a few words in Song Yiyi's ear: "Uncle Wu is one year younger than his father and is the commander of the first battalion. Since I joined the army, the two of them have been in the same class, and they are iron buddies! Aunt Xiuying has always taken good care of me before, and she and my mother can get along. He has three children, the eldest is a daughter, two years older than me, the second is a son, the same age as me, and the third is a daughter, two years younger than you. In fact, there was a child between the second and third children, and they died of illness. ”

Uncle Wu had already rushed to Song Zemin's side: "Zemin, you're here! Originally, when I went to see you, you could only lie down, and your complexion was also very bad!"

Song Zemin, as before, raised his hand and clenched his fist on his brother's shoulder: "I can't spread it, I will stand up in the future!"

Uncle Wu laughed: "Great!"

Shi Fengzhu touched Xiuying's youngest child's head: "This is Erya, they have all grown so tall! The eldest girl is getting more and more beautiful! Xiuying, you take the child to the kang first, and I will go to get chopsticks." ”

Shi Fengzhu, who came to the kitchen, saw that his daughter was already busy with her work: "Yiyi, serve these pies, otherwise there will not be enough to eat!"

Song Yiyi pouted and whispered, "I originally brought out tomorrow's breakfast, and it's no problem to serve it, but tomorrow morning I have to sleep lazily and don't get up to cook." ”

Shi Fengzhu patted her on the back: "You don't need to get up early, let your brother go to the cafeteria to buy breakfast tomorrow morning." ”

Song Zi'an grimaced: "Yiyi, the food in the canteen is not delicious." ”