Killing chickens is a trivial matter for Tian Sangsang, who used to help her aunt kill chickens in the countryside, pressed the chickens firmly, cut them with her backhand, scraped the kitchen knife, and the blood flowed out, and the boiling water was scalded, and the chicken feathers were pulled, and the basic ones were done. Chicken feathers can't be thrown away, save them, and there are people who come to collect chicken feathers and can sell them for money.

Now I'm so hungry, killing chickens is a physical job, so let's do something else to fill my stomach first, after all, I still have a son.

Tian Sangsang went back to the house and looked, there was a little bit of rice left in the jar, there was a little flour left in the storeroom, plus the wild vegetables that Meng Shuyan picked just now, and in terms of seasoning, there was a small jar of lard and some salt on the stove, which was enough to warm up the stomach after a meal.

Tian Sangsang went to take out the wild vegetables, dragged the two green onions in the yard, and saw that there was no well in the yard, and there was still a lot of water left in the tank, which was enough, she washed the vegetables and green onions with water and then cut them, and walked to the stove to pass the big black pot with water.

Remembering that this time was not as convenient as it was later, and he had to burn firewood for cooking, Tian Sangsang groped on the stove for a long time, but he didn't find anything like a lighter or matches.

"Mom, give~" Meng Shuyan didn't know where to get a small box of matches, grabbed it in his hand and handed it to her.

Looking at his lovely son, Tian Sangsang couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek and touched his little head, "Words are awesome!"

Meng Shuyan looked at her blankly, the third time, the third time in four years, his mother kissed him. From just now he watched his mother walk around suspiciously, washing and chopping vegetables, his mother had never done this kind of thing before, so strange, but he was very happy, and he had some liking......

Tian Sangsang took out a match and struck it, the fire came out, she lifted the firewood in the stove, and put the match under it and burned it. When the fire got bigger and the pot was hot, she sprinkled a spoonful of lard, and when the oil was hot, she put a little green onion, the green onion was fragrant, and even Meng Shuyan couldn't help but sniff it. Habitually wanting to put chili peppers, she remembered that there were no red chili peppers, and she knew that this place was southern from the time she came. In her previous life, she was a northerner, and she was used to adding a little spicy to everything she ate, and when she was a child, she ate steamed buns, and she had to dip them in chili sauce to be considered delicious. Later, when she was working in the south, she was also accustomed to the food in the south, and she could live on both sides, but the taste of southerners was really light, and the staple food was rarely spicy.

Put the sesame oil in a small bowl, Tian Sangsang poured a scoop of water into it, boiled, used the only flour and into gnocchi, put them in hot water one by one, added wild vegetables, and boiled, and finally added salt, oil, and chopped green onions. The smell of rice wafted through the air and permeated the small hall.

Although she has not lived such a simple life for a long time, this inexplicably reminds her of when she was a child, looking at the half-pot gnocchi wild vegetable soup, and the green onions floating on the soup noodles, with a little greasy, how to look at how to have an appetite.

With his index finger moving, Tian Sangsang quickly scooped two bowls and served them to the table.

"Come, son, try your mother's handiwork......" Tian Sangsang pushed one of the bowls to his son's side.

"Mom, I'll wash my hands first. Meng Shuyan, who was standing at the table, said suddenly. Tian Sangsang followed behind him, poured some cold water into the basin for him, and watched him wash it slowly and methodically.

She herself had already washed her hands just now, which was the consciousness of a modern person, but now in the countryside, her son was only three and a half years old, and he could still insist on washing his hands when he was hungry to death. It's too good to say.

Tian Sangsang supported his chin, watched him wash his hands, picked up a towel on the side to wipe it for him, and asked with a smile: "Yanyan, who taught you to wash your hands before eating?"

"It's Mr. Zhou. Meng Shuyan furrowed his little eyebrows. That time he was outside and heard what Teacher Zhou told other children.

"It seems that Mr. Zhou is really a good teacher. Tian Sangsang took his hand and returned to the table.

Meng Shuyan, who was just about to eat with a spoon, paused and looked at her: "It's not good." ”

"Why is it bad?" Tian Sangsang was stunned. Teachers who talk about civilization and new styles should not be much worse in character.

"He didn't like his mother. ”

Eh!?Tian Sangsang is a spirit...... This week's teacher can't be that Zhou Zheng!? That's right, it's really that Zhou Zheng! There is no other teacher surnamed Zhou in the village!

"Mom didn't like him either, but he was right when he said to wash your hands before eating, we have to believe in the truth, and it doesn't matter who brought the truth. Tian Sangsang said immediately.

"Mom doesn't like Teacher Zhou?" Meng Shuyan was very surprised, put down the spoon and looked at her: "But Mom said before that she liked Teacher Zhou." ”

Now, even her son knows that she is about to have a second spring? No, it seems that the whole village knows that she is a tall black and fat toad who wants to eat swan meat.

"Mom doesn't like him, Mom likes you. Mom used to like Mr. Zhou because he was a bit like your dad. Tian Sangsang explained.

"Dad?" Meng Shuyan bit his small mouth, and suddenly he was listless, looking deep with his head down.

Tian Sangsang hated himself for being quick-mouthed, this father was a passerby in her eyes, but in the heart of a child was a weak place.

"What's wrong with Yanyan?" Tian Sangsang stroked his curly hair, holding his little face with both hands.

Meng Shuyan shook his head, he couldn't say a lot of words, he just pressed the urge to cry, and asked in a low voice, "What kind of person is Dad?"

He didn't ask where my father was, why don't I have a father, but asked what kind of person my father was, which made Tian Sangsang speak? Is this child really only three and a half years old? It seems that the general kind of "your father is dead, and the grass in front of the grave grows taller than you" will not work. Because the child can't keep it, he will ask, "Why did Daddy die?" and then think of the two relatives who died, and the child probably couldn't stand Sparta.

"He. Tian Sangsang pondered for a moment and said softly: "Look, you don't look like my mother at all, so you look like my father." Mom doesn't know where he is, but he definitely doesn't want you to speak, Yanyan is so good, so cute, no one will not like Yanyan. You have to believe that if you are destined, you will meet one day. ”

Looks like Daddy...... So is it true that when you meet someone who looks like you in the future, it means that it may be your father?

Meng Shuyan tried hard to digest what his mother said, raised his big sparkling eyes, pursed his lips firmly, and said, "Mom, I must grow up quickly, study hard, and take care of my mother." When my dad comes to me later, he'll love me and mom. ”

"Well, our words are loved by everyone, and the flowers bloom, he absolutely likes you!" Tian Sangsang smiled: "Let's eat." ”