Master Ling's family of ten people, one person sandwiched a chopsticks and eight treasures gourd duck, and there was only a small half left.

After Master Ling's old mother took a bite of chopsticks, she immediately began to put eight treasure gourd ducks in her bowl, one chopstick, another chopstick......

After Mrs. Ling finished eating her own chopsticks, she raised her eyes, well, the last chopsticks were about to fall into her mother-in-law's chopsticks.

Mrs. Ling quickly snatched the last chopsticks, the Eight Treasures Gourd Duck, before her mother-in-law's chopsticks arrived.

Mrs. Ling, who succeeded, smiled and said, "Mom, don't you have a bad stomach?" Don't eat more of this greasy stuff. ”

Although the old lady was unhappy because she didn't catch the last chopsticks, she looked at the less than half of the eight-treasure gourd duck stored in her bowl, and her mood was not so unhappy, and she said, "This duck is not greasy at all, I eat it to my stomach." He began to concentrate on eating the eight-treasure gourd duck in his bowl.

Mrs. Ling saw that the old lady's bowl was almost half a gourd duck, and she almost didn't come up in one breath: "You...... The old man hasn't eaten it yet! ”

When Master Ling saw that his wife and mother were about to fight again, he hurriedly said, "Since you all love to eat this dish, I'll let them cook a few more tomorrow, let's eat enough!" ”

The little grandson had just finished eating the first chopsticks, and immediately shouted: "I still want to eat gourd, gourd, I want to eat gourd!" ”

When the old lady heard this, she immediately covered her bowl with her hand and stuffed it into her mouth at a faster pace.

Seeing this, Mrs. Ling became more and more discouraged: "Mom, you eat so fast, beware of choking!" ”

Hiccup –

The old lady swallowed all the eight-treasure gourd ducks into her stomach and burped a long time, but finally she didn't choke.

This taste is really delicious, if there are not so many sons, grandchildren, and daughters-in-law to grab with themselves, it will taste better to eat slowly.

The old lady pressed her waist and said, "I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable in my waist, I won't come to the hall to eat tomorrow morning, send me an eight-treasure gourd duck to my room." ”

Master Ling hurriedly smiled: "Mom, send the ingredients in the morning, and people can make them in the evening, not so fast." ”

Old lady: "Then my waist will not feel comfortable tomorrow night, so I will send an eight-treasure gourd duck to my room." ”

"Yes, Mother." Master Ling replied respectfully.

As soon as Zhao Shuang heard that the proprietress of the March restaurant was moving in the yard, she jumped up from the bed and went to the yard, staring at her.

The proprietress embarrassedly saluted Zhao Shuang and said, "Girl, I'm going to fetch water to wash." ”

Zhao Shuang: "Follow the order you used to, not the order of the last few days." ”

The proprietress agreed, went to the well and stirred a bucket of water, and carried it to the east wing to water the bean sprouts.

After watering all the sprouts, I went to fetch a second bucket of water to wash up, and then I thought about my old habits and started to get busy.

After a short time, Qiu Shuisheng and Fu Ning came to the March Restaurant from the inn, and the two began to practice in the courtyard.

Zhao Shuang was bored, and was about to go back to the house to sleep again, when she suddenly heard a rooster crowing on the street outside, and hurriedly ran to the street.

On the street, there was a peasant woman carrying a basket in which two hens were lying, and it was the chickens in the basket that had just screamed.

Zhao Shuang hurriedly stopped the peasant woman: "Sister-in-law, what are you going to do with two chicken food?" ”

The peasant woman turned to see Zhao Shuang and said with a smile: "It turned out to be a beautiful girl." I want to bring these two chickens to the morning market to buy, exchange money for my daughter to buy flower thread, teach my daughter embroidery, my daughter is older, and it is time to learn the age of female red. ”

Zhao Shuang walked over, brushed off the feathers of the chicken, and saw that the chicken's legs were tied together by a rope.