The three of them went home, and then Yang Lili told Yang Baoyin and Zhang Hong about the follow-up results of this incident, and after Zhang Hong heard it, her face smiled, since Director Wang's family had nothing to do, it couldn't implicate their old Yang family.

Now they can finally rest assured, the most important thing is that they can pick up the two lamb legs they lost this morning and eat them again.

Zhang Hong remembered the sullen feeling in her heart when she just lost her leg of mutton, it was called uncomfortable! Now she can finally pick it up, and her salt ticket is not in vain.

"Alright, you three come to the table and start eating!"

Zhang Hong hummed and didn't know what to tune, twisted his body and went into the stove room to serve food, and he was visibly happy.

Yang Lili pointed to her mother and asked Yang Jingjing with her mouth: What's wrong with our mother?

Yang Jingjing spread her hands, and then went into the hall and sat down.

It didn't take long for Zhang Hong to bring dinner, Yang Jianguo looked at the pot, and asked his mother with a bitter face: "Mom, let's drink vegetables and porridge tonight?" ”

Because this pot will only be used when you drink porridge, and when you don't drink porridge, you will directly bring the wowotou or cakes, so when he saw the pot, Yang Jianguo was a little depressed.

It's still his birthday, not to mention that it's better than before, how can he go back? During this time, their cornmeal has not been broken.

Although he didn't know where her parents got rich, and he ate cornmeal for every meal during this time, he was used to eating it, and now he couldn't stand it if he was asked to eat the previous black flour steamed buns and vegetable paste porridge.

Zhang Hong glared at Yang Jianguo with a smile, and then said, "It's your mouth." ”

Think about how good it was for them to have pot vegetables and porridge to drink in those years! There are many people who have nothing to eat, and the bark of the trees has been gnawed clean.

"Alas," Yang Jianguo sighed, thinking about the good weather these days, one day he would go to the pond to touch some loaches to eat and relieve his hunger.

Zhang Hong put the pot on the high stool next to him, and then said to the person sitting at the table: "If you want to eat, bring the bowl quickly, if you take it late, it will be gone." ”

Then the first person to hand over the bowl was Yang Jianguo, although he just disliked it as vegetable paste porridge, but he couldn't get along with his stomach, the vegetable paste porridge was not delicious, but at least he would not let him fall asleep at night and wake up hungry.

The taste of hunger was unpleasant, and he had already known about the famine years, and he never wanted to experience the feeling of scratching his ears and cheeks with hunger again.

Zhang Hong looked at the bowl that Yang Jianguo quickly handed over, and glared at him with a smile: "Our family is your gluttony." ”

"And the little sister." Yang Jianguo retorted.

Yang Jingjing, who was sitting at the dinner table in a proper manner, lay down in the pot again.

Zhang Hong was not the first to take Yang Jianguo's bowl, but took Li Cuiping's bowl, the milk was eaten first, and no one in the family could have an opinion.

Zhang Hong added a few more to the bowl, and then handed the bowl to Yang Jianguo and asked him to hand him milk, but Yang Jianguo stared at the bowl in his hand and froze.

"Mom... Mother... Where did you get it? Yang Jianguo said tremblingly.

Zhang Hong's eyebrows furrowed, then he raised his hand and patted the back of his neck and scolded him: "What nonsense are you talking about?" ”

Yang Jianguo hurriedly apologized to his mother and offered his bowl by the way.

"What's the hurry? Add it to your dad first! ”

Zhang Hong added another bowl of rice to Yang Baoyin, it was really full, and it was about to overflow.

When Yang Jianguo handed the rice to her father, he inhaled the fragrance violently, and then smiled and said to his mother, "The next bowl is for mother." ”

Zhang Hong smiled and added another bowl to herself.

Yang Jianguo thought that it was finally his turn, and handed his bowl again, but he heard his mother say, "You wait, the last one to add yours, you can eat as much as you have left." ”

Yang Jianguo had a bitter face: "Why?" ”

Zhang Hong snorted, and then said, "Who told you to talk nonsense just now." ”

Yang Jianguo patted his mouth, with a look of remorse, which made the old Yang family laugh.

Then Zhang Hong added food to Yang Jingjing, then Yang Lili, Yang Lili followed Yang Jianzheng, Yang Xiuxiu was still lying sad in the room, and it would take a few days to come to the table to eat, anyway, she kept Yang Jianguo to the end.

Yang Jianguo kept stretching his neck to look into the pot, for fear that the next bowl would be gone, or he would have a few mouthfuls left for himself.

Yang Jingjing couldn't see it, and couldn't help but complain about him: "Little brother, you just bury your head in the pot and forget it." ”

Yang Jianguo just smiled, he was willing to stick his head into the pot to eat, the problem was that he didn't want to.

In the end, when it was his turn, Zhang Hong deliberately added him very slowly, and he was in a hurry, but he still filled him spoonful by spoonful, as much as his father.

When he handed it to him, Zhang Hong said: "Eat quickly, today is your birthday, my mother specially made it for you, after today, you will be 16 years old, you are a big guy, change Ming'er and let your father give you a full credit, do you work hard, you know?" ”

Yang Jianguo was completely satisfied with that bowl of rice, he agreed with everything his mother said, just do it well, although it is hard to earn a full job, but in order to eat a few more times of white rice, he is willing.

Yang Jianguo took a few bites of rice and said with emotion: "Mom, this big white rice originally tasted like this, I almost forgot what it tasted like, change Ming'er, when will we eat white noodles?" ”

Zhang Hong gave him another paw: "Eat your big white rice!" I really eat what is in the bowl and think about the pot, and it is still white. ”

Yang Jingjing also expressed her opinion, saying: "I also want to eat white noodles. ”

Zhang Hong immediately changed her smiling face and said, "Jingjing wants to eat, don't worry, when the time comes, my mother will see it, go out and exchange it with others." ”

Yang Jianguo: "......"

Then he laughed and made a joke: "Mom, why are you so eccentric?" ”

Zhang Hong is not happy, he can eat this big white rice thanks to Jingjing.

"What do you mean by eccentricity? Have the ability to put down the bowl of white rice in your hand. ”

Because Yang Jianguo has a birthday today, he is the only one who has the most rice in Yang Baoyin's bowl, so Yang Jianguo is willing to let it go like this, so he can only give his mother a smile and say: "Mom, I was wrong, eat, let's eat." ”

Yang Jingjing ate a few bites, accompanied by pickles, this soft and glutinous taste made her eyes squint happily, she is very easy to satisfy now, and a bite of food can make her happy for a long time.

But it may have been too long since I ate it, if it was put in the past, she was not satisfied with this meal, because she put too much water, so the cooked rice is a little soft, it feels like it is soaked, and the taste is not particularly good.

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