The big guy is excitedly talking about the babies earning dozens of taels of silver, just one day, earning dozens of taels, we are too happy, what should we do then? These stinky children dare to spend money to buy delicious food, the idea is too big, should we beat it up, and they all went to the vestibule.

It was lively and lively, the atmosphere was very good, and when they kept talking, they washed their hands and faces, or bandaged their wounds, and prepared to eat.

Song Fusheng took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, and turned around and went back to the stairwell Chase shop.

When he entered the house, he kept wiping the tears that fell out with the back of his hand, and in the middle of the night, his mood was too agitated, and his eyes made him rub red.

hid in this house, firstly, to see his daughter, and secondly, he didn't want everyone to know that he was crying.

A big man, he cries when nothing big happens, and it's a shame to cry.

Song Fusheng took a deep breath first, calmed down, and then touched the edge of the kang along the light of the moon outside.

found the place where his daughter lived yesterday, and patted the quilt with his rough palm: "I'm tired today, alas, you slept right?" ”

A room full of children let out a steady breathing sound, and Song Fusheng felt stupid after asking.

"Alright, I'm just going to come and see you, sleep, sleep, alas. The two of us haven't been apart for a day, my first time. I'm sorry, this person is unfamiliar. ”

Speaking of this, Song Fusheng's nose was sour again, and there were tears in his eyes, and the strong feelings that he had just suppressed came to his heart again.

scolded himself in his heart: why are you so fragile, finish the calf.

I can't say it, I came to this house to suppress my excitement, but I can't give myself more excitement.

Song Fusheng changed his tone of disgust, slapped the quilt again with his big palm, patted it like Song Fuling when he was a child, and said, "I just told you, I'm back, I'm afraid you'll be worried, it's okay, ah?" Remember, I'm fine with your mother, there's nothing going on, you sleep steadily, and you behave ......"

"Third uncle, is it the third uncle?" Peach blossom opened her eyes in a daze.

Song Fusheng: "......" co-photographed the wrong child.

"Ah, Peach Blossom, why are you sleeping here?"

Peach Blossom wanted to get up, Song Fusheng waved his hand and said Lie down, just come and take a look at you, we have all come back and haven't eaten yet, you sleep with you.

Peach Blossom didn't struggle, she was too tired and sleepy, her arms were sore, she fried pine nuts, rubbed her eyes and said, "I don't know where the fat girl slept, we were in a bed before." yes, what about the fat girl? As soon as I heard this, I knew that I was also in a state of half-sleep.

Song Fusheng took out the lighter he carried in the pocket of his torn cotton jacket, lit it up with a click, and when he looked closely, he immediately couldn't cry or laugh.

His daughter, that hasn't changed at all, ancient and modern times are like that, it's hopeless, heartless.

You said that you don't even have a mattress, and you can't sleep on the kang, so you can still sleep horizontally, and the fragrance of sleeping. The feet are placed next to Mi Shou's mouth, and we don't know how she sleeps.

No one is crowded to sleep, but it is good for his daughter to relax.

Song Fusheng pulled Song Poria with his hand: "You sleep for me, sleep well, you look at your sleep, you will ride Mi Shou's neck." ”

Song Fuling waved her arm: "Who, so annoying." ”

This time Song Fusheng stopped, his mood was completely calm, and his daughters said that he was annoying. Let's go, don't get annoyed.

Song Fusheng went out to wash his hands and eat, and Mrs. Ma blew in another wind.

Afraid of waking up the children, Mrs. Ma shouted with her breath: "Fat girl, fat girl? ”

Song Fuling said in a voice that was about to cry: "What are you doing, who are you!" ”

Ah, what about this, Mrs. Ma lifted her little granddaughter's quilt, stepped forward and asked anxiously with her breath: "Fat girl, tell the milk, what kind of chicken do you use?" ”

"Mushrooms."

"Fart, I don't know if it's a mushroom, which mushroom is it?" I thought, it's so fragrant, that chicken stew with mushrooms is just too fragrant. If you dare to say that it is matsutake mushroom, I will stew it for you, you see.

"It's half broken and half broken."

Mrs. Ma immediately breathed a long sigh of relief.

I'm done worrying about her just now.

It's that mushroom, that's the middle.

It takes a lot of effort to wear the broken one with a thread, and I eat it.

……

In the big dining hall, the sound of eating bars is endless.

The chicken thighs of the three chickens, one of which had two thighs sandwiched into Song Fusheng's bowl, and Song Lizheng stood up and put them into the bowl.

Song Li is clipping Song Fusheng, and others are busy clipping chicken legs for him.

Song Lizheng shuddered at his chopsticks: "You don't need to clip it, eat it all, whoever rushes it counts." I gave birth to a child because he tired his brain, and gave him two legs. Eat you, babies. ”

Song Fusheng didn't care about that.

Eating is such a big thing, what is the humility.

One chicken leg was put into the daughter-in-law's bowl first, and the other chicken leg was put into the old lady's bowl, Mrs. Ma wanted to clip it back to San'er, Song Fusheng glared.

Then he stood up, put another chicken bone in a bowl for himself, scooped up a few chopsticks and mushrooms, and scooped two large bowls of chicken soup with a soup spoon.

Grunt, took a sip, and Song Fusheng lowered his mouth.

He really wanted to say that it was fragrant, it was really fragrant, and the country chickens that grew up eating insects were really worthy of the name of mountain delicacies, and the taste was pure. The running pheasant is chopped into small pieces, and the mushrooms are salty and fragrant with meat, and this bite will know that the stew is rotten, at least it has to be stewed for an hour, and the taste is all in.

But how can there be that empty gossip, mouth occupied.

Song Fusheng took a bite of thick chicken soup, a big bite of big cakes, and the salted radish strips given by the white shopkeeper with chopsticks, and swallowed it tightly in his throat.

The salted radish strips are crisp and refreshing, and the chicken is so fragrant that people can't wait to swallow the bones directly, and he really eats the bones, which have been soaked in the taste of thick chicken soup, giving the chicken bones a sizzling sound, and the chicken bones are chewed thinly when they are spit out.

When the second cake was in the stomach, there was no chicken soup in the big basin, Song Fusheng simply broke the cake into pieces, dipped the broken pieces of large cakes in the basin, and wiped the vegetable soup pot with the cake to call it clean.

Wipe the basin and stuff dry food into your mouth, wipe it and stuff it in a mouthful.

Xiao Wu felt that he was serving food very quickly, and he had been running back and forth between the stove and the vestibule with soup, but he was stunned that he couldn't match the speed of these people's eating.

I just saw that those people were sweating from eating one by one, and their padded jackets were also taken off and clamped into their arms.

Don't sit on a good stool, pour soup into your mouth with a bowl in one hand, and stuff bread into your mouth with the other. Some people don't get chicken soup, and they can eat it with pickle strips sandwiched between cakes. Open your mouth wide and you can bite off half of the cake in one bite.

"Come on, come on, this is the last pot of soup, if you guys don't have enough to eat, I'll give you some pickles."

The white shopkeeper watched from the side, I don't know why, obviously I wasn't hungry, but I was hungry, and I swallowed and foamed before stopping Xiao Wu from speaking, and then instructed: "Don't talk about it, just bring the half jar of radish strips." ”

Alas, their hotel is a parastatal, so many pairs of eyes are watching.

The white shopkeeper felt that he couldn't be another master, and he couldn't be the master of pickles. Let these people have a good meal. Finally, I can eat a meal with oil and water until I sweat.