The first pot of cornmeal wowotou was steamed, and Song Poria and Mrs. Ma disappeared.

It was Song Yinfeng who took over the work in his hand and continued to steam dry food.

Song Yinfeng struggled while working:

Hey, do you want to wake up the third brother and the third brother and sister, this? The two of them slept too closely, and a rice shou in the middle could even be head to head.

Now everyone is up and looking, it's not good.

made her daughter and the eldest girl and the second girl blush, and they didn't dare to pass by the feet of the third brother and the third brother and sister, and helped her pick up her luggage and roll it up, all of which were working on her back.

At the same time, Mrs. Ma was also entangled, and she was also panicked.

The first time, the first time I live at such an old age, I have to steal food behind someone's back.

Especially when she thought that her three grandsons hadn't eaten yet, and her own grandmother was holding half a salted duck egg in the place where she was backing, why was she so ashamed and panicked.

Song Poria has a cornmeal nest in one hand and half a salted duck egg in the other.

Take a big bite of the nest head and bite a little salted duck egg.

She was in a hurry to eat, because she hadn't eaten last night and was hungry.

There is a kind of imperishment that the poorer and less food there is, the more the stomach craves for a big meal.

In just a few days, Song Poria was already used to the cornmeal in her throat, and she hiccuped.

"Eat slowly, slowly." Mrs. Ma hurriedly patted her back.

Song Fuling raised her eyes: "Milk, why don't you eat it?" ”

"Me?" The old lady, who has always been fast-talking, was so helpless that she stammered at this time: "That, well, you eat, you?" If you don't specify enough, this half will ......"

"Milk, didn't we say okay, we must share difficulties and happiness. Our family members don't know that there is this egg, and Grandma Wang won't tell my father specifically, as far as you know, half of it will be divided when we meet. You have to eat, and if you do, then I'm going to pick my throat and throw up? ”

Mrs. Ma knew that her granddaughter was bluffing her, how could she pick her throat, look at the fragrance she ate, her granddaughter was reluctant to vomit.

"I thought, take it back to your brother Lang, and give those ones to taste too. You don't know in the city, this precious thing, not to mention that we are fleeing the famine now, even if you leave home on weekdays, it is rare to eat once, me? ”

The old lady didn't wait for her to finish, Song Fuling started directly and stuffed the salted duck egg into her pacifier, "Who do you take back and don't give it to whom, how do you divide half of it, if you open your mouth quickly, you can't ...... a mouthful"

Song Fuling suddenly couldn't speak, and there was an indescribable sadness, because the half of the salted duck egg was only stained with Mrs. Ma's tongue, and she saw her milk dripping down her mouth.

It's really Harazi, and the flow is very long.

Mrs. Ma didn't take it seriously, and waved her hand to wipe off the silver thread on the side of her mouth: "You kid, look at it, it's all imprinted." Alas, I eat, I eat, anyway, I will have a lot of quarrels when I take it back, lest your second aunt have to say that her family has a male baby, your uncle's family is two, and your uncle's family takes advantage. ”

Song Fuling's heart was sour, but there was a cheerful expression on her face: "Then eat quickly, let's go back after eating." ”

Then when Mrs. Ma was sipping the salted duck eggs little by little, Song Fuling couldn't control herself and made a wish.

"Milk, you wait for us to settle, and when the time comes, you look at your granddaughter's, and I'll make you fried chicken to eat."

"What chicken?" Mrs. Ma didn't understand and asked.

"Deep-frying, use half a pot of oil, wrap the chicken thighs or chicken breasts in thin noodles and fry them inside."

"Hello, belch, my God, it must be eaten by the emperor, I don't dare to listen to it."

"What's the matter, when the time comes, let my father earn money for us to spend, and then I will make you a dry food like a thin noodle steamed bun, cut two slices, put the fried chicken inside, brush the dry food with a layer of meat sauce, and then stuff two vegetable leaves, and you will hold and gnaw it when it is done." Even the dry food with meat is fragrant.

It's over, let my dad make a stove for us, I'll roast you duck, with small dough cakes with duck meat and shredded green onions, really, it's fragrant.

Milk, when we are completely sure where our home is, we don't have to move things to hurry, and then let my father get a pot, and then we will eat shabu-shabu, shabu-shabu, mutton, and. ”

"What else do you have?" Mrs. Ma hurriedly stopped her, and after a while, the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats almost let her granddaughter cause the scourge: "Quick, don't say it, isn't your head hot?" Milk is afraid that you will have hysteria. ”

"Look, why don't you believe it."

Believe you, you're a ghost, you've fooled Jinbao into eating dry rice.

You said this stinky girl, her old lady finally ate half a salted duck egg with a clear conscience, and she didn't taste it when she let her granddaughter stir it up, and her mind was full of chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats.

At this moment, Song Jinbao's voice shouted and said, "Milk, fat girl, where are you?" ”

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