"I'll take a look, it seems to be a little bit." Shen Yiyi agreed with a smile.

Brother Feng Qi is also an interesting person, if he wants to eat pickles, he doesn't say it directly, but also paves the way.

Shen Yiyi turned around and walked towards the small backpack, as soon as they came in, they put all three backpacks in front of the third brother.

When Shen Yiyi came over to pick up the pickles, she secretly pointed at Secretary Wang, and pursed her lips before taking the small backpack, unzipping it, and taking out a small packet of pickles from it and handing it to Feng Qi.

As soon as Shen Yiyi opened the zipper, Shen Sanzhu saw that there were still big white-faced steamed buns inside, and he knew why his little sister pouted.

Actually, not counting the food in her space, even if it was in her backpack, it was enough for a few of them to eat for a few days.

At first, she wanted to give some to Ma Song's family, but when they came just now, they saw a few children playing in the courtyard, all of them were very lacking in nutrition, and she almost gave away the steamed sausages.

But since she saw Ma Dongmei, Ma Song's daughter-in-law, and the old lady hiding behind the door, she changed her mind again.

When her father was the captain of the team in Shangou Village, their family was also poor at that time, but every time his father brought someone to the house, Mrs. Shen greeted her with a smile.

Her mother once said something like this, we can't give people anything good to eat, and we have to give people a good face, what are the cadres going to the countryside for, not so that we ordinary people can live a good life.

Listen to Shen Laoniang's enlightenment, and then look at what Ma Song's female family has done.

So Shen Yiyi felt that except for Ma Song, no one else in this family was worthy of eating what they gave.

She was just pretending to be confused, at most five cents for a meal this year, and she gave ten yuan and ten catties of food stamps, which was enough for them to eat for several days.

What's more, in the following days, she didn't plan to let the third brother eat at this house at all, and Gu Zumo couldn't eat this kind of food.

Gu Zumo really didn't even go to Zhuo, maybe he didn't want to smell it, and deliberately hid far away.

Before Feng Qi and Chen Dali came to the table, they would definitely not be like Secretary Wang, but they gave it up one by one, and then Gu Zumo said very simply that he didn't want to eat, Shen Yiyi said that he was not hungry, Shen Sanzhu saw that there were big steamed buns in his little sister's bag, and then looked at Ma Song's pot of pimple soup, and he couldn't eat it anymore.

"I'm sitting on the kang all day, I don't know if I don't move, you don't know you're hungry, you can eat all this pot of pimple soup, you don't have to leave it for me." Shen Sanzhu said very generously.

Although Feng Qi and Chen Dali could eat some pickles, they only ate one bowl.

When it came to Secretary Wang, because there were pickles, he felt that the meal was too delicious tonight, and he ate two large bowls.

The oil lamp in the house had been lit, and Shen Yiyi noticed the two children at the door, watching them eat, they were all swallowing saliva there, and it was estimated that they couldn't usually eat such a meal.

The eldest of the two children is seven or eight years old, and the younger one is three or four years old at most.

"Brother Ma, those two boys belong to your family?"

"Yes, I have four children in my family now, two of the eldest are girls, and these two are boys, so I am a little more spoiled." After Ma Song finished speaking, he beckoned to the two children, "Look at the two of you who are so greedy, and you are not afraid of uncles and aunts laughing." ”

Several people will be off the table, and there is still a lot left in the basin, Ma Song said, and served half a bowl of pimple soup to the two children, one of them.