In the morning, Qingqing heard a sound outside, so she followed suit. As a result, as soon as I opened the window, I saw Qiao Dayong walking out of the opposite side with dark circles under his eyes and yawning, looking like he hadn't slept all night.

"Daddy!" Qingqing couldn't help but exclaim.

"It's okay, let's go, let's have breakfast!" Qiao Dayong waved his hand.

"Dad, I can't get married if I have nothing to do, I'll go to the temple to make an order, it's okay." Qingqing grabbed her father's arm, "I'm just like you, I'd rather lack than abuse!" ”

"Alas!" Qiao Dayong wanted to cry, looking at the baby girl, for a long time, "I really don't want to be lacking rather than abuse, I'm afraid that you will be wronged, doesn't it say that if there is a stepmother, there will be a stepfather?" I see that your temperament is the same as your mother, you are afraid of life and not timid, you really marry a powerful person, what should you do? So, good, dad picks an obedient one for you. ”

"Didn't you say my mother was the best?" Qingqing rarely showed a little naughty smile.

"Alas, let's eat!" Qiao Dayong wanted to die, so he went to the outer courtyard with his hands behind his back.

The table had already been set up in the hall, and the old man had already gotten up, not wearing a uniform, and sitting in the first place, obviously a little distracted.

"Dad, morning!"

"Grandfather early!"

Qiao Dayong and Qingqing obediently asked the old man to be safe.

"Eat!" The old man nodded.

"Have you eaten?" An An ran in from outside and asked sharply.

"You're just going to come back to dinner?" Qiao Dayong understood his nephew's temperament more and more, and his brows jumped.

"Greetings to grandfather!" Qingqing stopped her father and pulled An An over.

"Oh, grandfather, you had a good rest yesterday!"

"Sit down!" The old man lowered his eyelids, and he really didn't want to deal with these children and grandchildren.

He Shi stretched out his head from the room and glanced at it, seeing that everyone had returned, he hurriedly came out with a big bowl of soup, Qingqing held his head, "Hu spicy soup is available now?" ”

"Talking nonsense again, eat fast and bread. The baked yellow flour cake is fragrant with sugar. He ran again and took a dustpan of yellow flour.

Qingqing saw that her grandfather and father had taken it, and she took one herself, but she broke more than half of it and gave it to An An on the side. She sniffed it, and there was a smell on her face. A piece of burnt and golden on the side, this should be a paste cake on the wall of the northern paste cauldron. However, people are made of cornmeal, and the yellow rice flour and flour used by this person should have a certain proportion, and the cake is in place, and the bubbles in the cake are obvious.

"Delicious!" An An didn't look at it, took a big bite in his hand, and said movingly, "Mother, leave me two, and I'll bring them back to the master." ”

"You still need to say, hurry up and eat." He glanced at his son with disgust, but still served his son a bowl of soup, and there was a lot of meat in the soup.

Yue Wenqin came out, and took a small jar in his hand, and sure enough, seeing that the spoon in front of Qingqing was still on the chopstick rest, he changed her to a bowl of clear soup, put green turnips on it, and ordered two grains of vinegar in front of her.

"What is this?" An An was very happy to eat spicy soup, but when she saw that her sister's was different from his, she hurriedly asked.

"Big bone broth, remove the slag, add some vegetables, adjust the taste, it is very comfortable to drink." Yue Wenqin sat down, drank a large mouthful of spicy soup first, nodded, this is the taste, just the slightly sweet cake, after eating, his body was warm all of a sudden.

Qingqing was stunned for a moment, it was true that she didn't like to eat, but it wasn't enough to say that she couldn't eat. However, with the addition of tender turnips, she still stirred it with a spoon and took a sip. The soup is full of the smell of turnips and slight vinegar, a little pepper at the bottom, and the fishy smell of big bones can't be tasted at all.

"Delicious!" Qingqing smiled and scooped a spoonful and fed it to An An.

An An tasted it seriously, thought about it, and tried his spicy soup again.

"I like them all, but this mushy soup goes better with the cake." An An also only dipped a little bit of paste for Qingqing to taste.

Qingqing tried it, it may be a regional relationship, she is actually not very interested in food with obvious regional characteristics. In the words of her teacher, one side of the water and soil raises the other side, and the local specialty food is related to the local weather, since she is not a person there, and she does not feel the weather there, she does not like it is natural.

"Hurry up and eat." He patted his son.

"Brother Yue, what are you doing at noon?" An An hurriedly looked at Yue Wenqin.

"At noon, let's make clear soup noodles, I'm not at home, eat it simply." Yue Wenqin sighed lightly, and now he can also see that Qingqing's taste looks like a popular model, but the problem is that she doesn't eat it because of its distinctive regional characteristics. For example, yesterday's lap-mei rice was not really Cantonese cuisine, and more importantly, she ate it yesterday because she didn't react at all. In the evening, he went to her study to see it, and she drank a cup of soy milk, and only ate one corner of the pot.

"No, I can come back and eat." An An said hurriedly.

"Do you want to move back?" Qingqing looked at An An busily.

"No, I like to be with Master, and he still wants to teach me to read at night? I know ten words. An An put down the chopsticks and stretched out her two fat hands for everyone to see.

"It's not like you only know one to ten, right?" Yue Wenqin was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but ask.

"It's a lot!" An An's face was a little red.

"Well, take your time. When I was four years old, I knew only one or three. Qingqing gently touched An An, who was a little fried.

"When you were four years old, you could already memorize poems, and you could write them silently." Qiao Dayong shook his head and said casually.

Everyone looked at him in unison.

"Really, your grandfather testified that you can come back and silently come out when you go out and see anything, without a word. Otherwise, your grandfather won't let you go out. Qiao Dayong saw that everyone was glaring at him, and couldn't help but point to the old man.

"I don't remember." Qingqing smiled and looked back at the stunned An An, "It's okay, my sister won't know anything else." So Grandpa told me to learn something else! ”

"Don't, you ......" An An shook his head hurriedly, and was about to say something, when the door was pushed open again.

"Qingqing, the fire in the West City!" Simon Kai frowned and came in.

"Where's yesterday's address?" Qingqing put down the spoon and asked subconsciously.

"I didn't come close to investigate, I just watched from afar. A flower building in Xingyifang! ”

"Hualou, rouge! Killer! Qingqing sat with her hands on her face, thinking blankly.

"Sister, it's time to change your clothes."

"Don't go, the scene of the burn is the most disgusting." Qingqing shook her head, and after a while, she still stood up and hung her head and went to the back.

An An nodded, quickly stuffed the cake into his mouth, chewed it, and then desperately stuffed the soup into his mouth.

"You eat less, and you'll be careful that you'll vomit later." Qingqing came out with the box on her back, and when she saw that An An's mouth was full of stuff, she couldn't help but say.

"Then I won't go, Brother Yue, let's drink porridge at noon. I guess my sister can't eat noodle soup. An An easily swallowed the food in his mouth before turning to Yue Wenqin.