The next morning, I had breakfast.

Old Man Song went back to the county, and Song Chengyi was also dragged away by Old Man Song.

"Yuan'er, go and get firewood, I'm making a fire here." Li shouted at Song Qingyuan, who had just come out of the third room.

"Every day, I have become a hero, and I still have to serve her." Li spat a mouthful of phlegm to the ground.

Song Qingyuan hurriedly shrank his feet and put down the firewood, "Mother, can you not spit, you almost spit on my shoes." ”

Li Shi rolled his eyelids, "You are poor!" ”

"Mother, can you hurry up, the third aunt hasn't had breakfast yet." Song Qingyuan urged.

"Hurry up, I owe her something, I still have to cook her chicken soup." Li snorted and chirped.

"Obviously, the three of them take turns cooking, but now it's okay, and I'm left with your uncle and mother."

"She has become a meritorious person, and I have to get up early and wait for her at night."

"Why is your face so big?"

Li complained unwillingly.

"Mother, don't say a word." Song Qingyuan shook his head helplessly.

Her mother's mouth, she really wanted to get a needle to sew her up.

"The third room is terrible now." Li said sourly.

Song Qingyuan understood.

Her mother's eyes are hot.

Last night, when Ye's suicide and Song Qingmo's argument was reasonable, Old Man Song finally nodded helplessly.

Song Qingrong, who agreed to the third room, could save a dowry for herself.

At this point, the big house, the second room, and the third room seem to be leveled and have equal status.

The Li family, who has been pressing the Ye family, naturally has no taste in his heart.

"Plop!" With a bang, Li threw the chicken into the water, making a splash.

"Mother!" Song Qingyuan exclaimed, "The water hasn't boiled yet, why did you put the chicken in it." ”

"It's not the same when you put it in." Li glanced at Song Qingyuan.

"But you haven't taken out the contents of the chicken's belly yet." Song Qingyuan roared.

Angrily rolled his eyes at Li, "You should leave quickly." ”

Li wished that someone would work for her, so she left the kitchen in a hurry.

Song Qingyuan shook her head helplessly, she was really fooled.

I don't know if her mother washed her hands when she was cooking in the past, and whether she washed the vegetables or not?

Thinking of this, Song Qingyuan felt a wave of nausea in his stomach.

It seems that she will watch her mother cook in the future, Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

While picking up the curtain, I fished out the chicken from the pot.

Pick up the kitchen knife and make a slit in the middle to pull out the contents.

Beat a basin of water and clean the chicken offal that was taken out.

Wash the chickens again.

Chop off the chicken head and chicken feet, serve on a plate with the offal and set aside.

Squatted down and added firewood to the stove pit.

When he added a second time, Song Qingyuan paused.

Holding the straw thoughtfully.

At present, the firewood used by farmers is mainly wheat straw, bean straw and corn straw.

Wheat straw seems to have a lot of uses...... Song Qingyuan thought secretly.

Adding the wheat straw in his hand to the stove pit, Song Qingyuan went to the upper room to find Zhou's and asked for a small spoonful of sugar.

And a drop of salt.

I went to the jujube tree at home and picked a few jujube seeds that were almost ripe.

Cut the green onions, ginger and garlic, wait for the water to boil, and put them into the pot one by one.

Half an hour later, Song Qingyuan opened the pot, and a fragrance spread in the courtyard.

"Goo-dong!" As soon as Song Qingyuan turned around, he heard a powerful sound of saliva.

Li Shi was licking his lips and looking at the pot with blank eyes...... chickens.

"Yuan'er, give my mother a taste, my mother hasn't eaten chicken for a long time." Li swallowed his saliva and said with a sneer.

Song Qingyuan looked at Li and fished out the chicken in the pot.

Pick up the kitchen knife and chop open a quarter, then put the rest back into the pot.

Tear off a small piece and stuff it into Lee's mouth.

"It's okay!" Song Qingyuan Road.

"Hehe, Yuan'er, it's too small, my mother didn't taste it." Li licked his lips.

Song Qingyuan sighed and tore off a small piece again, "It's okay this time." ”

"Yuan'er, you can give your mother more to eat, your third aunt can't eat such a big chicken." Li looked at it with a blank eye.

"Mother, you go back to the house first, and I'll buy you meat buns to eat tomorrow." Song Qingyuan coaxed.

Li glanced at the chicken, his eyes flashed, and said, "I can't eat enough." ”

Hearing this, Song Qingyuan stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of the Li family.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for your meat buns!" Finally, looking at the chicken in the pot, Li Shi happily left.

Song Qingyuan shook her head, she is a mother...... It's hard to put into words.

Chop the chopped quarter chicken and place it in a bowl.

After some more soup, Song Qingyuan entered the third room.

In the third room, the three of Ye's mother and daughter were gossiping.

Ye had a smile on his face, and he could see that he was in a good mood.

"Third aunt, have you drunk chicken soup......" Song Qingyuan shouted and pushed the door open.

"Yuan'er is here, come in and sit." Ye Shi hurriedly got up.

Song Qingyuan immediately put the chicken soup in his hand on the table and pressed Ye's, "Third aunt, don't get up." ”

"It's all a family, don't like this."

Ye grabbed Song Qingyuan's hand, "The third aunt heard about yesterday's incident, thank you, Yuan'er." ”

"The third aunt is grateful to you all her life."

"The third aunt will repay you even if she is a cow or a horse."

"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid Sanfang would have to be pressed for the rest of his life."

"I'm not afraid of being pressed, I'm just afraid of wronging Rong'er and Mo'er."

"Without a dowry for themselves, they can't find a good husband." Ye said and tears fell.

"Third aunt, now it's okay, the master has already promised Sister Rong'er to save a dowry for herself, you don't have to worry."

"You're recuperating now."

"Don't think about anything, life will get better and better." Song Qingyuan comforted.

"Uh-huh, well, it's going to get better and better." Ye wiped his tears and nodded heavily.

"Sister Rong'er, come and feed the third aunt soup." Song Qingyuan Road.

"Nope! No! No! Ye shook his head again and again, "I don't have anything, how can I drink chicken soup." ”

"This big family hasn't drunk it, how can I drink it." Ye refused to drink.

"Third aunt, this is what my master specially ordered you to do when he left in the morning."

"This is the master's intention, you can't live up to it." Song Qingyuan persuaded.

"Your grandfather...... He's a good man......" Ye murmured softly.

"We only have five chickens, and if we kill one today, we will lose one egg......"

"I ...... I'm sorry at home. Ye covered his face and said guiltily.

"If I hadn't committed suicide, my family wouldn't have spent this old money on medicine...... No need to kill chickens......"

The more Ye said, the more he felt that it was his fault.

Raising his hand, he was about to pump it in his face, but Song Qingmo hurriedly grabbed Ye's.

"Mother, how can I blame you, if it weren't for what my milk said so excessively, you wouldn't be like this!"

"Why don't you blame your mother, your grandmother is an elder, and if you are said a few words by the elders, your mother will seek death and live against her, it must be that your mother is wrong, and your mother has to apologize to your grandmother." Ye Shi was about to get up as he spoke.

"Mother, you can't get up now." Song Qingrong and Song Qingmo hurriedly stopped.

"Why can't my mother get up, my mother is fine." Ye insisted on getting up.

Song Qingyuan frowned when she looked at it from the side, her third aunt was awakened, and there was no one left.