As soon as the oversized panel was lifted, it shook the furniture makers.

"In our capital, the panel of the restaurant is not so big."

Grandpa Song explained with a smile, "Our family has a large population, and in the past, one or two hundred people gathered together to fire, and the panel was not big, so it was not enough trouble." ”

Another refers to basins, kettles, and jars for oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

The masters from the capital discovered that the guys of the Song family were very large.

The basin is about to catch up with the people on it, the bathtub where the grandchildren of the family are bathing.

Then, Fugui made a face-stretching action, and the people from the capital were dumbfounded.

It's just that you can't talk much about your identity.

Otherwise, it would be really good.

Grandpa Song looked at the rich and expensive white face playing treasures, and rolled his eyes in his heart.

Fugui doesn't feel like he's screaming.

In his situation, his strength does not allow it, and he can't keep a low profile.

Song Fugui shook his hair while flipping his wrist to pull his face, and the silk whipping crackled on the panel.

The people from the capital asked curiously, so skilled, is this the man in the family responsible for cooking?

Grandpa Song explained, "That's not going to happen, it's just that in the past two years, the children in the family have basically learned to cook one after another." If the mother-in-law is busy, they can reach out and do it. If we want to say that the best craftsmanship is Fusheng, ah, it is the county master, he is not at home, otherwise, he can give you noodles to eat. ”

"Old lady, don't you dare."

"Hehehe, there's nothing to dare to, he also has to eat, it's a convenient thing."

In front of two large black pots on the other side.

Mrs. Ma squinted her eyes and stirred the spicy soup, and she was also talking to the grandmothers from the capital.

"You haven't cooked in a long time."

The grandmothers thought to themselves, they didn't cook, they hadn't even picked up a green onion for a long time.

Today, picking vegetables and washing vegetables, the action is very rusty.

Look, when people ask us, they all use a positive tone.

A few grandmothers were embarrassed, "Let the old lady laugh, yes." ”

In front of another black pot, Mrs. Wang complained while frying pig's blood: Tsk, it is really a blessing for slaves and maids to be to your extent.

One of the grandmothers asked Mrs. Ma curiously, "I see that you have bought a lot of maids at home, do you still cook a lot now?" ”

Mrs. Ma told her that whenever she is not busy, she will cook, and even when she is busy, she will try her best to cook for the children.

Why?

Mrs. Ma smiled and said:

She believes that what children sometimes want to eat is actually their mother's handiwork, not her own handicraft, and it is not the familiar taste.

Taking advantage of her hard body and still being able to show Luo, she cooks more for her children.

She is also happy to see the smell of the children's food, which was her wish for decades before. At that time, I hoped that my children would be fed.

Right now, I'm glad to hear my children and grandchildren say to her, "Mother, grandma, I want to eat what you made." ”

I don't know why, the simple and honest words made the hearts of these grandmothers soften all of a sudden. Write it down and tell it to the old lady.

In front of the two big black pots, Mi Shou and Jinbao, who were in charge of burning firewood, looked at each other.

The little brothers rolled their eyes in their hearts: grandma is talking nonsense, what a familiar taste. The whole family cooks together, stirs together, and where can you eat the taste of who made it.

Mrs. Ma also said:

"Our family is really different from other families.

Is there a maid or not, the children in the family should do it, or they come.

For example, my eldest son and second son, these grandchildren, all brought me water to wash my feet and burned the kang for me.

When I got home, the kang was always hot.

Not to mention my three sons, stew chicken soup for me, and the noodles below.

I rushed into the hospital, and he shouted at the door, mother, go into the house to wash your hands and eat, the soup is on for you, and always mix side dishes for me to take to the store to eat. ”

Mi Shou and Jinbao Tianchai thought helplessly: Milk, if we don't serve footwater, you will kick people, weren't we trained by you?

Later, even Song Lingling came over and was moved, and was moved by herself.

Because her grandmother said to the grandmothers in the capital:

"It's like a family legacy.

These children and grandchildren of my family, like their parents, can do whatever they can and do any work they can.

There is something to eat and drink, and it is also given to these old people first.

Like my little granddaughter, she is even more so, no matter what good and fresh things are drummed up, the first bite is allowed to be in my mouth, hard feeding. ”

Mi Shou and Jin Bao looked at each other: Milk, hard to put gold on your face? Sister, that's using you as a test subject.

Song Fuling: I am indeed filial, en.

The mother-in-law who fried pig's blood on the side: Emma, I don't usually think anything, but I was told in detail by the old lady, it's really touching. It would be nice if we could all do that level of self-consciousness.

A few well-informed grandmothers felt that this was true.

They looked at Song Lingling with warm eyes.

I am happy that the old lady will have a filial granddaughter-in-law in the future.

Presumably when she goes back and tells the old lady, the old lady will sketch the scene of being fed by the Poria girl in her mind, and she will look forward to entering the door even more.

I am even happier that the young master will have such a warm Yue family in the future.

This warmth, it is not written, nor is it a good reputation pursued by those people outside.

It really appears in life, it happens every day, how can it be so down-to-earth.

Even the old people in the house, just imagining the young master's hearty smile in such a family, their hearts are warm, let alone the old lady.

It's time to eat.

Mrs. Ma was just about to stretch out her hand with a gold ring and signal the grandmothers to eat without dividing the table, and the grandmothers sat down with a smile.

They feel that they are outside, representing the national government.

The greatest courtesy of the Guogong Mansion has always been to follow the host, and to make the host's family feel comfortable according to the habits of the host's family.

"Yes, that's how it should be when you come here, our family pays attention to reunion. Come, who is that, rich, give noodles. ”

Grandpa Song also smiled and motioned to the more than 20 masters and the little guys who came with the horse team, "Eat and drink." ”

Eating and drinking enough is the most sincere hospitality of their old Song family.

At the same time, the General's Palace.

Mrs. Liu stood in the flower corridor, looked into the distance and said, "Mama, I thought that men plowing fields and women weaving cloth were the last resort of poor families. But you see Song Zhixian and his wife, there is no last resort, but they also sing with their wives. ”

The old lady could see that Mrs. Liu was envious, sighed in her heart, and replied: "It's a scene, it's quite strange." However, madam, listen to Mama, don't think too much, the reason why this world is called rare shows that there are very few such people and things. ”

You must know that even the mud-legged people in the countryside, the men of the Zhuang family will put out the old man's score when they come home from the field, how can they cook and help them get out of the car.

Not to mention, most of the slightly wealthy families will accept even the small family that has some hope for the future. Without this wife, even the male baby is not alive and treats it so well. It can only be said that Mrs. Song is extremely blessed and favored by God.

Mrs. Liu smiled:

"Well, Mama, I didn't think much about it, but I just thought that I should call Mrs. Song to sit more in the future, so that I could hear more about these strange things. It turns out that there is another day in this world. ”

Mrs. Liu didn't know that Mrs. Song still dared to scold Lord Song, if she knew, I am afraid she would be even more surprised.

on the carriage.

Qian Peiying said Song Fusheng: "Before I went out, I said, don't take two bottles of chili sauce, too much, you have to listen to it, and you should respond to people." Look at what people are taking, I'm very shameless. ”

Song Fusheng burped and said: "What's wrong with the chili sauce, the chili sauce is also money." ”