139, the farmer's mother raised eight sons 63

Drink a bottle of milk, Zhu Chongba smacked his mouth twice, and fell asleep contentedly, under the hazy firelight, the yellow and thin little face looked heart-wrenching, this child came to the world several times into the ghost gate, and there were many twists and turns.

Worried that Gu Peng would not be able to cope with cooking now that he was small, she hurried over to help and put Zhu Chongba in Zhang Daxian's arms.

"Huh?" was about to try and prepare to show off his cooking skills, why did he give him a baby for some reason, Zhang Daxian's eyebrows were almost twisted together.

"Look!" Ye Bing saw that he was unhappy, and pretended not to see it, this person who almost burned her stove room twice, it is better to touch the fire less.

The rice in the pot was steamed, Ye Bing lifted it, and then under Gu Peng's command, he put in an appropriate amount of lard, put in an appropriate amount of soy sauce, and then quickly mixed it with chopsticks.

This soft and glutinous rice, mixed with milky white and clean lard, immediately makes it round and jade, full of people full of infinite reverie, brown soy sauce has a fresh and flavorful, and suddenly the salty fragrance overflows to make people's mouths water.

Just such a simple bowl of lard soy sauce bibimbap, Ye Bing's sons have never eaten it, after all, lard is made of pork, which is precious to poor families, and it is a luxury to cook a little bit of food, but now Ye Bing brings bibimbap pure, according to what those old people said, this is a waste of ruined girls.

I didn't bring extra bowls, so ten people gathered around a pot, you sandwiched a lump, he sandwiched a lump, and it was more fragrant than usual. There are many people and little food, obviously they can't eat enough, except for Zhu Chongwu, Zhu Chong, Zhu Chong, Zhu Liu, Zhu Chongqi, and the three hairy children who are scrambling to grab it, everyone else eats very modestly.

For example, Ye Bing didn't continue after eating two chopsticks, obviously asking a few children to eat more, otherwise he would be as thin as a monkey, but he would not have the shrewdness of a monkey, what was the use.

The meat buns are also one for each person, which doesn't seem to be much, but ten people are ten, and ten will cost thirty copper coins, and if you can't eat enough, you must eat others, so that the daily living expenses are several times the living expenses of ordinary farmers.

Ye Bing, who is a mother, has a heavy responsibility and a long way to go, and he has no clue to make money now, and relying on those two acres of land will starve to death sooner or later, and a few taels of silver on his body will not be left for long, if he really waits for Zhang Daxian's reward, he doesn't know what year and month.

A pot of rice quickly bottomed out, and with the efforts of several children, the pot looked clean, as if it had never been used, and they didn't even let go of a grain of rice, a little soy sauce, and a little lard, and the almighty tongue always worked well. As for the roasted meat buns, only the sticks that were left were still there.

"I'm going to wash the dishes." Zhu Chongyi is very tidying up the pots and chopsticks, he hopes that he will be diligent and share the burden with his mother, but also hopes that he can continue to eat well in the future, although he is simple and honest, but there is also a little Jiujiu in his heart.

"We'll go too!" Several children are also scrambling for the opportunity to perform, all for the sake of a better tomorrow to do their part.

"Go ahead, just don't get your clothes wet." Ye Bing's attitude towards raising babies, free-range series, especially the male baby's skin is very good, there is no need to be restrained and hinder nature, otherwise you will only be bullied if you become honest in the future.

"Okay, mother!" The sons are really sensible, and when they are reminded to wash the dishes, they are very careful with their sleeves, and they quickly divide them by two, and they can't find the southeast and northwest of their happiness, as if they have done a special great thing.

It was not early, and it was not far from sleeping, Ye Bing spread the sheets he brought directly on the ground, and except for the people who kept vigil, everyone else slept honestly.