After feeding the chickens, Sister Hu Chun took some millet noodles and went to the stove room for breakfast in the morning. Yesterday, it was agreed that before Lao Hu built a stove for them, the second room continued to share a stove with the Hu family.

In the 21st century, Sister Hu Chun also experienced that the poor were in charge of the family early, and it was no problem to live and cook.

Because it was still early, there was only Sister Hu Chun in the stove house. She lit a fire with her hands and feet, poured the millet noodles in the wooden spoon into the iron pot, boiled it into a pot of porridge, and sprinkled the local eggs with chopped green onions on the small stove, sprinkled some salt, and steamed out a small bowl of fragrant egg custard.

After Sister Hu Chun finished cooking, the sound of the kang sounded on the side of the main room.

Sister Hu Chun picked up the stove room by the way, so that Hu Jiang's family would not find them again.

Holding a basket of a few bowls of bud rice porridge in one hand and a small bowl of egg custard in the other, Sister Hu Chun was about to step out of the stove room when she saw a girl wearing a peach-pink jacket hurriedly rushing to the stove house, shouting in her mouth: "I'm starving to death, what are you doing, it's so fragrant!"

Sister Hu Chun stopped her pace steadily, leaned over and gave the order, so as not to spill the breakfast in the palm of her hand.

The girl stopped her steps steadily in front of Sister Hu Chun, and stretched out her palm to serve the bowl of egg custard: "This is made by the spring girl? It smells abnormal, it just so happens that my aunt is hungry, give me something to eat." ”

The girl is Hu Jiang's and the old woman Hu Jianniang, who is fifteen years old, just a bright and beautiful good age, but the temperament of the pet on weekdays is a little arrogant, and there is a lot of momentum to say the same to these juniors.

Sister Hu Chun dodged, avoided Hu Jianniang's palm, stood up straight, looked at Hu Jianniang, and her smile did not reach the depths of her pupils.

Hu Jiaoniang has a peony hairpin on her head, a small and delicate silver hairpin, although it looks like it has some years, but the workmanship is very delicate and lovely, and the towering peony petals seem to fall from the hairpin.

It was a relic left to Sister Hu Chun by Sister Hu Chun's mother, Fang Meng, and she took it away from Hu Jiang's family, and said that "children wear this blessing, and adults can only hold it down if they wear it", and then gave it to Hu Jianniang.

Sister Hu Chun thought about all this, and the smile on her face faded by two points.

Hu Jianniang couldn't believe that Sister Hu Chun would avoid her, and there were some unbelieving hands, but Sister Hu Chun still avoided her steadily.

"Auntie, we're separated. Sister Hu Chun reminded.

Hu Jianniang's pretty face was thin and powdery, and her eyebrows were straightened - at this time, she looked like Hu Jiang's family.

She said angrily: "What's wrong with the separation, why don't you eat your eggs? What you are holding in the palm of your hand is still not given to you by my Hu family!"

If the original Sister Hu Chun might have gone out with a compromise, but now Sister Hu Chun is not a good stubble, she raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Then what's the matter? Auntie, are you still wearing my mother's hairpin on your head?"

easily replied to her, Sister Hu Chun didn't look at Hu Jianniang, holding the bowl, carrying the basket, and walked briskly.

Hu Jiaoniang stayed in place and didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

Xiao Jiang, the daughter-in-law of the long house, came over to cook with her sleeves folded, she had already listened to the conversation between her sister-in-law and Sister Hu Chun in the courtyard, and she had never said anything.

"Jiao Niang, do you want to eat egg custard? Xiao Jiang greeted Hu Jianniang kindly.

Hu Jianniang came back to her senses, with some weakness and some annoyance: "That wolf-hearted ......"