In the town, I bought some dried dates, lotus seeds, red beans and other accessories to make laba rice, and then boiled porridge at home. The boiled laba porridge is not only eaten by the family, but also given to those who care about it, so countless people will use a large pot to cook a full pot, so as not to make people laugh at it.

There are many relatives in the Zheng family who do not have five suits, and there are only three or five families that can be called close; There are only six people in the Zheng family, and one person can't eat much in one bowl, and there are very few Laba porridge in the two compartments.

The amount is not large, and it will boil up quickly. In less than a moment, Laba porridge was ready. Laba porridge is fragrant and dense, and it is delicious when you look at it. Guo Mianmian put a lot of brown sugar into it, and soon, the sweet taste of honey escaped from the air.

"Auntie, when can I eat?" Duohua, who smelled the smell, took her two younger brothers and slipped into the kitchen, looked into the pot on tiptoe, and swallowed saliva stimulated by the sweet taste of Laba porridge.

The fat group also dragged its chubby body into the kitchen, and the whole bear stood upright, staring at the fragrant pot with bright eyes, and the corners of his mouth were suspected to have unknown liquid dripping slowly.

"It's almost there, Huahua and my brother will wait." Guo Mianmian smiled and rubbed Duohua's head, took out five large bowls from the cupboard and put them on the stove, and scooped Laba porridge into the bowl with a water scoop.

"Huahua let go, don't get in the way, beware of the heat." Meng walked into the kitchen with a large basket, and saw his grandchildren eager to lie on the stove, worried that they would not be able to burn themselves with the hot porridge, so he hurriedly pulled his grandchildren away.

"Mother, it's ready, I'll send it with you!" Guo Mianmian put the Wuhai bowl of porridge into the basket carefully, worried that Meng Shi would not be able to carry it, so he proposed.

"No need, you can watch the flowers and drink porridge at home, my mother is afraid that they will be burned if they are not right." Meng picked up the basket and tried it, but refused when he found that he was carrying it.

"That's okay, mother, you're being deceived." Guo Mianmian was not far-fetched, and watched Meng Shi go out and turn around to put the rest of the laba porridge into a clay pot, and put the lid on it.

There was a fire in the stove, and the kitchen was much warmer than elsewhere. These laba porridge will not be cold soon when they are put in the basin, and when Meng returns after sending Laba porridge, the family will eat just right.

Seeing the three nephews and nieces looking at the clay pot with blank eyes, Guo Mianmian couldn't help but be a little ridiculous, and said to them: "When grandma returns, we can eat laba porridge, and now my aunt is going to fry sweet potato chips, which of you will help my aunt light the fire?" ”

"Come on, come on, aunt, come here to help you light the fire!" The sweet and crispy fried sweet potato chips are more seductive than Laba porridge, and when I heard that my aunt wanted to fry sweet potato chips, the big flower was the first to react, and the burning eyebrows corresponded to the needs of the uncle.

The big-headed tiger-headed brothers snatched their sister, and watched their sister scramble to sit in the stove to add fire to the stove, so they had to stand aside aggrievedly and watch with their eyes blank.

"Don't be sad, Aunt will fry the sweet potato chips later, and you two brothers will have a share." Guo Mianmian saw the thoughts of the two children, and quickly stuffed a piece of raw sweet potato chips into each of them.

"Thank you, aunt!" The little brothers grabbed the sweet potato chips and smiled playfully, and did not forget to thank the uncle in a milky voice.

Since Guo Mianmian married into the Zheng family and got acquainted with these children, he arranged them intentionally or unintentionally. After a few months, the children became much more polite, and the relationship between the siblings became closer, and it was rare to find any more quarrels at the slightest disagreement.

Seeing that he didn't, the fat group yelled at the shovel officer dissatisfied, and also wanted to eat sweet potato chips.

In order to settle in the middle of nowhere, Guo Mianmian had no choice but to grab a handful of sweet potato chips, coax the fat ball to the yard, and let it gradually eat enough.

After handling the fat group, Guo Mianmian returned to the kitchen, cleaned the remaining laba porridge in the pot, and after the pot was dry, he poured a small half pot of peanut oil into the pot.

The flavor of peanut oil is not as strong as that of rapeseed oil and sesame oil, but it is just right to fry sweet potato chips, and it does not taste as heavy and greasy as rapeseed oil and sesame oil.

It's just that what Guo Mianmian didn't expect was that when the peanut oil in the pot gradually became hot and exuded a strong oil fragrance, her stomach suddenly found strong discomfort, and she hurriedly covered her mouth and rushed to the kitchen to retch.

"Vomit-" Another spasm hit his stomach, and Guo Mianmian, who didn't vomit anything, turned white, and retched against the wall again, still having nothing for a long time.

"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Huahua, who ran out with Guo Mianmian, asked in panic, not knowing how the uncle who was still fine caused this.

"Whew-" The fat group was also anxious, digging the ground irritably.

Even the big head and the tiger head ran out, looking at Guo Mianmian uneasily.

"No, it's okay, my aunt is fine." Guo Mianmian stopped retching and waved her hand at Huahua, but the moment she raised her head, her not very good expression became even paler.