Chapter 877: Broken Flowers = Wontons

The next day, the Tang family's breakfast was unusually rich, and Xu Jinfeng got up early in the morning to be busy and wrapped the wontons with shepherd's cabbage.

The shepherd's cabbage wonton is delicious, but it is very troublesome to make, and now there is no ready-made wonton skin, so it has to be rolled by hand, and the shepherd's cabbage has to go to the mountain to pick it back, Xu Jinfeng estimated that he would go up the mountain to dig the shepherd's cabbage before dawn.

When Tang Xiaonan got up, the hot wontons had already been cooked, and although Xu Jinfeng got up early, he was full of energy, smiling, and his voice seemed to be a little lower than before.

"There are ravioli to eat!"

Tang Aijun's eyes lit up, and he rushed over to eat, but was slapped by Xu Jinfeng and reprimanded: "Your father hasn't eaten yet, it's not big or small!" ”

"My dad didn't eat to the end." Tang Aijun rubbed the back of his head, and his mother's beating hurt more and more.

Xu Jinfeng glared fiercely, Tang Aijun didn't dare to move, but complained in his heart, what kind of crazy thing did his mother smoke today, and suddenly he was so good to his father.

"Send these to your grandfather, hurry up."

Xu Jinfeng handed over a dustpan of raw wontons, she packed a lot, and put a lot of stuffing, Tang Aijun ran out with a dustpan, Tang Laifu just entered the house, he got up in the morning to hoe the ground, ready to plant some beans, and when he saw the unusually grand breakfast on the table, he was also as puzzled as Tang Aijun.

What are you doing with such a grand ceremony, what kind of crazy thing is smoking.

"Let's eat."

Xu Jinfeng held a large bowl of wontons and put them on the table, greeting lightly, but the bowl as big as a washbasin did not look indifferent at all.

The chubby wontons floated in the soup, Xu Jinfeng put a lot of lard, and the oil flowers were circled and dotted with green onions, green and white, and I had an appetite when I looked at it.

Tang Laifu was suddenly a little flattered, he hadn't enjoyed such a grand breakfast in the morning for a long time, even if Xu Jinfeng was in a good mood and would make wontons, or fried rice cakes and scallion cakes, it was also eaten by children, and he and Xu Jinfeng's breakfast had been soaked rice for ten years.

It won't be a sweet date first and then a stick, right?

Tang Laifu reflected, he didn't make a mistake recently, and Huang Fengxian is dead, there is basically no contradiction between him and Xu Jinfeng, that is, yesterday's broken flower, but he has already been scolded, shouldn't he do it?

"I don't eat it, let Xiao Nan eat, I'll eat soaked rice."

Tang Laifu felt that it was better not to eat, and it was not practical to eat.

"If you want to eat, you can eat it, there is still it in the pot."

Xu Jinfeng glared angrily, Tang Laifu trembled, and sat down honestly, the wontons were really fragrant, and his heart was also really trembling, so he couldn't tell Xu Jinfeng's thoughts.

Tang Aijun rushed back in a gust of wind, and shouted to eat wontons before he entered the door, Xu Jinfeng had already cooked it for him, and it was also a big bowl, Tang Aijun ate it heartlessly.

Tang Xiaonan was quite puzzled, Xu Jinfeng's temper in the morning was too abnormal, and she was so leisurely and comfortable to make wontons, she was too lazy to get it before, it would be good to cook a gnocchi.

However, seeing the flowers placed on the cabinet, Tang Xiaonan understood, in fact, her mother didn't know how happy she was, but she didn't want to say it, duplicity was a true portrayal of her mother.

"Daddy, look."

Tang Xiaonan leaned over, whispered, and pointed to the cabinet, and the anxious Tang Laifu looked over, the broken flower that was disgusted by his wife last night was inserted in the glass bottle at the moment, and he seemed to understand a little.

Broken flowers = wontons.

That's how it should be.

I didn't expect that such a broken flower would be quite effective, so if he wanted to eat wontons in the future, he would pick a handful, there were many on the mountain, and it didn't take much work.