The big pot of rice in the countryside, build a simple shed, a few people, and finish this pot of rice perfectly in a busy morning.

Although the dishes are not as exquisite as those in big cities, they look good, but they have a unique flavor to eat, and even fruits and vegetables are more sweet and delicious.

Table by table of flowing water seats, I don't know who I think married a daughter-in-law or a daughter-in-law, and you can feel the lively atmosphere hundreds of meters away.

When Song Miaomiao added good food and brought it to Yueyue, the villain was sitting alone on the bare stone and folding a thousand paper cranes seriously.

She picked up a fried golden and good-looking pumpkin pie and blew it, and only after confirming that it was not hot did it feed it to Yueyue's lips, and coaxed softly: "Your favorite pumpkin pie, hurry up and eat it, this fried thing is the best when it is just made, and it will be soft when it gets cold for a while, and the taste will be poor, your sister Miao snatched it directly from the stove that someone just came out of the pot, you have to give some face and eat more." ”

Yueyue blinked her big black grape-like eyes, glanced at her and looked down at the thousand paper cranes that had only been folded in half, and seemed to be caught in a tangle between the two and which was more important.

Song Miaomiao's eyebrows were crooked, waiting for her choice.

After a long time, Yueyue lowered her head and took a small bite of the pumpkin pie on her lips, which was crispy in the mouth, crispy on the outside and glutinous on the inside, but after such a small bite, she turned her head and lowered her head and continued to fold the paper crane in her hand.

Song Miaomiao was puzzled, and glanced at the pumpkin pie with a small gap in her hand, and then looked at Yueyue, who was concentrating on folding paper cranes.

"Why don't you eat it, isn't it delicious?" She stuffed the remaining pumpkin pie in her mouth into her mouth, no, it was crispy and glutinous.

Yueyue finally folded a paper crane in her hand, and turned her head to look at Song Miaomiao, who was staring thoughtfully at the pumpkin pie in the bowl.

The soft Tongyin said softly: "It's not as delicious as Sister Miao's cooking." ”

Song Miaomiao almost couldn't hold the chopsticks in her hand.

She said that she handled the wound and bandaged it beautifully, but said that she cooked a good dish, and fried pumpkin pie was better than the chef, and she really would rather die than admit it.

Anyone who has eaten her dishes knows that she is a food killer who can fry green vegetables into dead leaves, shredded meat into steel wool balls, and fried food into charcoal beyond recognition.

Song Miaomiao looked at the villain who was talking serious nonsense, and was almost moved to tears.

But no matter how touched she is, she can't snatch the chef's spoon now, and she cooks to fry a dark pumpkin pie for Yueyue, so she can only coax her.

"Yueyue, let's eat something first, and next time my sister will make you something to eat." She herself was troubled by what she said.

Xiao Yueyue was very obedient, to be precise, she listened to Song Miaomiao's words, put down the folded paper crane, carefully picked up the bowl handed over by Song Miaomiao, and obediently pulled the meal.

I didn't forget to look up and stare at Song Miaomiao's motherly smile with big jewel-like eyes.

With a rumbling stomach, Song Miaomiao realized that she was still dripping, and glanced at Yueyue, who was eating well-behaved, she patted her round little head and admonished, thinking that she should also go eat something.

As soon as she came to the table, Gu Jiayin handed over a bowl with all kinds of dishes in it, and she was stunned for a second and smiled sweetly.

In just a few months of getting along, the two have tacitly understood that they can guess each other's meaning with a hint in many things, and it is common for them to help each other, so at this time, Song Miaomiao just smiled sweetly, and did not mean to say thank you.

Ning Jian, who was separated by two tables, paid attention to Song Miaomiao's every move out of the corner of her eyes, and when she returned to the table to eat, he withdrew his gaze and dealt with the village chief, village cadre secretary and others who came and went to toast them and express their gratitude.

Looking at the endless rounds of toasts, Ning Jian frowned, and his elbow lightly touched Jiang Jingnan, who was enjoying himself.

The other party turned around, and the grin on the corner of his mouth didn't have time to retract.

Ning Jian looked at him for five seconds, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "You seem to be quite happy, then you can deal with these drunkards." ”

After speaking, he straightened up, his eyes missed the smiling village chief who came to him, nodded politely, and walked in the direction of Yueyue.