After Mrs. Liu's chatter, Le Zitao returned home, closed the door of the shop, and Mrs. Liu didn't come to disturb her, and went back to the shop after telling her a few words.

Le Zitao re-entered the door bar and let out a long breath, the first time I went out today, I encountered such a thing, this will open a shop in the future, wouldn't it be more? However, there is a saying that is true, to deal with a shrew, you can only be more splashy than her, and the woman has verified it for her herself.

"Alas, Atao's girl, it's really pitiful, when her aunt was here before, she was shy, but you look at it now, it's all provoked." The wooden board couldn't stop the sound of talking next door at all, Le Zitao heard Mrs. Liu's long sigh to her family, although she didn't like to be pitied, but Mrs. Liu's words still warmed her heart.

However, now is not the time to feel emotional, and her poor stomach is protesting again.

Le Zitao walked quickly to the backyard, fortunately, Le Shuhua had just purchased some food and dry goods before, and she was more than just no rice to cook.

A few days ago, she was taken care of by Mrs. Liu, and the kitchen was also cleaned up by Mrs. Liu.

Le Zitao entered the kitchen, naturally arrived in front of the kitchen cabinet, and took out the rice bag from it, the full bag has not been used, she took a bowl and scooped a bowl of rice out, one person can't eat much, and it is troublesome to do it at once, so it is better to solve it at once.

Draw water, wash rice, brush pot, remove rice, add water, raise the fire......

These things, Le Zitao originally would, she was delicious, there was a time when she and her friends were chasing farm food, and even went to the mountains to experience it, these things were also learned, in addition, Le Zitao was also very proficient in these family dishes, and the memories of the two were fused, and she was even more handy at doing it.

It didn't take much effort for the meal to be almost done, so she removed the firewood and moved it to the stove outside, leaving only a little fire to simmer in it, and began to stir-fry.

There is lard boiled by Le Shuhua in the jar on the desk, there are two chickens in the kitchen cabinet, and the vegetables bought on the shelf are rotten, but there is also a bag of dried plum vegetables that is quite good.

Le Zitao grabbed a small handful, soaked it in hot water, chopped it into pieces, knocked out the two eggs, only added a little salt, whipped evenly, and fried a plate with a little oil, fragrant, with an ordinary taste of happiness.

A simple meal, but Le Zitao cried very unproductively, this dish was not learned by her, but after her grandmother.

When I was a child, my parents were busy with business, she and her sister and brother were living in the countryside at the grandparents' house, grandma's favorite thing to do was to make all kinds of delicious things to watch them eat, Le Zitao is the youngest daughter in the family, and the youngest of the cousins, since childhood, she has been coaxed by the habit, and her temper is even more naughty than that of boys, and she is the most picky eater. She gradually forgot the taste of scrambled eggs with plum vegetables, until now, she actually tasted the taste of grandma in the dish she made.

From a young daughter from a rich family to an orphan of today's tofu shop, the future is so bleak...... Le Zitao's always arrogant heart can't help but breed a trace of her sentimentality that doesn't belong to the past.

Maybe it was because she secretly hated her previous ignorance, maybe because she was really hungry, and maybe because she missed her family, Le Zitao cried silently while holding the rice fiercely, until she finished eating two bowls of rice, but the scrambled eggs with dried plum vegetables in front of her were still full......