Wang Xiaoqing went back.

Lying under the covers.

Close your eyes!

Duobao has now discovered that the eldest sister loves to sleep.

But when he was warm, he went to help the adults carry the firewood he had collected to the wall by the cave.

The two young ladies also went to help.

Do what they can.

The old lady glanced at her granddaughter.

Command Duobao.

"Bao'er! Bring firewood to the milk, the milk will cook for us, and your father and mother will come back and drink a bowl of hot water, which can also warm up the body. ”

Duobao promised to be cool.

"Hey! Milk! You wait! Sixth sister, seventh sister, help grandma carry firewood! ”

The little short-legged went numbly.

The old lady set up the cauldron herself.

Fortunately, there is still stored water, and it will not be convenient to fetch water in a few days.

But fortunately, it snowed, and clean snow turned into water, which is also water.

Don't be picky now.

It's a big deal to cook a little longer.

Sterilization, disinfection.

A big pot of water, the old lady scooped a big bowl of eight-treasure multigrain porridge, and now there is everything in it anyway, wash it and pour it into the pot.

Cover with a large cauldron.

Add wood to the fire.

Duobao had already come over with his two granddaughters with firewood.

"Milk, I'll light the fire! This I will! ”

Wang Xiaoxia took the firewood and let her grandmother rest.

How can you let grandma do this kind of work?

"Don't be too hot on the fire, change the pot to a small fire when it is boiling, look at it and don't overflow, do you hear?"

The old lady instructed.

Wang Xiaoxia nodded, very well-behaved, "Milk!" I know! ”

Mrs. Wang stayed by her granddaughter's side.

It didn't take a while.

Wang Xiaoqing opened his eyes.

The quilt is bulging.

The old lady knew it was done.

The two of them were quick with their hands and feet, and unpacked the eight-treasure porridge.

Soon there were three more sacks where the grain was piled up.

Food can be explained! Warm clothing is never explained clearly.

So Wang Xiaoqing didn't take the warm clothes.

You can't take it until you have to.

At this time, Han Chengkui and they came back.

Stomping their feet at the entrance of the cave, everyone looks like snowmen. I went into the cave with the contents of my arms.

As soon as I entered the cave, I smelled a fragrance.

All kinds of multigrain beans are fully boiled, and the heat is just right.

Dancing and spreading the heat is filled with a sweet and fragrant smell, and before I can enter it, I feel that it has been sweet to my heart, and under the constant temptation of the fragrance that penetrates into my nose, people are much warmer.

Han Sung-kui returned to his hometown.

I saw my youngest son there staring at the other side drooling.

"What's wrong? Your eldest sister didn't cook? ”

They were all hungry, and they arranged for those who could work to go out, and the eldest daughter, who was at home, was twelve and was able to work.

Explained what I was going to cook.

Han Mingyong nodded and shook his head again.

"The eldest sister cooks, but there is no smell of Grandma Wang's rice!"

While talking, I drooled back.

Han Chengkui slapped this kid, "You stinky boy, everyone's meal is almost the same." Hurry up and find your sister, we are all hungry, we packed up and eaten, and we can go out again in the afternoon. ”

Said with a smile.

How delicious it can be, whose rice is not all those grains mixed together to cook in a pot.

That's all there is to eat, it's already good.

Their family is still a big family, after all, their family has enough labor and many children in the family, so they also divide the land.

Wasteland was also opened.

Although it is not necessarily enough to eat, it is at least better than other people.

I didn't see that their family was much stronger than the children of the Wang family.

It's not all different meals.

Over there, Wang Pengju, Wang Pengwang, and Wang Pengfei are also back.

More than 20 people, large and small, smelled the smell at once, and all gathered around the pot.

It's snowing outside and the wind is blowing, it's cold for a while, and it's cold from the inside to the outside for so long, and now I can smell this fragrance when I move, and I feel warm from the heart.

Feng Guizhi was a little annoyed, he came back late.

Otherwise, if you cook by yourself, you can save a little for the children in the family.

Now that the old lady has done a good job, what else is there to do with her.

As soon as the old lady has a meal, no one wants to take advantage of it.

The old lady lifted the lid.

A smell of aroma made everyone swallow.

"Mother, why is this meal so fragrant today? And it looks thicker than the porridge inside, mother, our family can't do it? ”

Wang Pengju saw at a glance that his mother scooped out the bowl of porridge, the eight-treasure porridge in the bowl, all kinds of swollen beans were round and jade, and they were shining brightly in the sticky thick liquid, which was very good-looking.

But it's too thick.

Go on like this! They won't survive this winter.

"Less nonsense! This is not when the patriarch is leaving, especially to thank Xiaoqing for saving them, and leaving some polished rice, I mixed those rice with these grains, plus the chestnuts I picked up, and ground those chestnuts into powder.

That's why it's thicker when it's boiled together, and you're going to go out to collect firewood and chestnuts in the past two days, and you're going to have a lot of work to do.

It's cold, people can't be hungry, how can they work hard if they don't eat enough, and if the cat really gets up in winter in two days, don't go out, and we will drink thin. ”

The old lady had already thought of an excuse.

justifiably found a way out for those eight-treasure porridge for him.

"Mother, you're right! Or my mother feels sorry for us. ”

Wang Pengwang doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, he eats first and then talks.

It's too cold.

A mouthful of hot porridge goes down the stomach.

It's delicious.

"Mother, why is today's porridge so delicious?"

"Grandma, it's delicious, it feels fragrant and sweet."

"Needless to say, today's porridge is made by your milk, and in the past, your milk was deeply hidden, and we all praised this cooking skill when we were young. Today, your grandmother took out her craft to make porridge for you, of course, the taste is different. ”

Wang Pengju felt that his mother had done a good job.

I didn't wonder why there were so many of those things in that porridge.

is just a little recognized, the porridge cooked by his daughter-in-law in the past is like pig food, which is difficult to swallow.

But look at what his mother cooked.

Although this porridge is said to be her mother added some polished rice, and chestnut flour or something.

But these things can't make this porridge so delicious, it's still his mother's cooking skills.

Feng Guizhi didn't care about that a long time ago.

One by one, they held bowls, and they were reluctant to speak.

Holding the bowl, he still looked into the pot.

It's gluttonous.

Wang Xiaoqing also hugged the bowl and ate sweetly at this time.

With the addition of eight-treasure porridge and the synthesis of those grains, this porridge does taste very different, and it is rich in nutrients, you must know that there are a lot of good things in it.

Peanuts, red beans, black beans, soybeans, black rice, glutinous rice, millet, plus lilies and white fungus, jujube raisins or something, can the taste be bad?