When the father and daughter returned home, Lan Erlang rolled up his sleeves and planned to cook.

When Lan Xiaoqing saw this battle, he quickly pulled him to the door of the stove and sat down: "Daddy, daddy, you burn the fire and I'll cook today." ”

"It's better for dad to come, Qingqing has been wronged today." Lan Erlang looked at his daughter's crying and swollen eyes, and his heart was distressed.

"......" Lan Xiaoqing's heart refused, because Lan Erlang only had one way to cook, and that was to cook the world with a pot of white water. For example, boiled porridge in white water, boiled eggs, boiled sweet potatoes, boiled corn, boiled sweet potatoes, and so on.

So ...... "Daughter, thank you for your father's love, but my father is also injured, so let's come." ”

When Lan Erlang heard this, his eyes immediately turned red with emotion, and he lowered his head and said, "It's useless to blame Dad." But don't worry, wait for Daddy ......"

"Wait," Lan Xiaoqing interrupted Lan Erlang, "Dad, there is a sentence that my daughter doesn't know whether to say or not." ”

Lan Erlang nodded: "Naturally, it should be spoken, Qingqing can talk to his father if he has anything to say, what his father is most afraid of is that you don't say anything, and you secretly hide in the quilt to wipe your tears." ”

"...... "That was the original owner before, and now Lan Xiaoqing won't be able to."

"Dad," Lan Xiaoqing said with a good amount of business, "Look, as the saying goes, three hundred and sixty lines are the champions, which means that not everyone is the material for reading, since you have been unable to pass the exam for so many years, then don't take the test, let's find a way to do something else, can't we?" ”

"Uh-huh," Lan Erlang nodded, "Okay Qingqing." That's what Daddy wants to tell you. In fact, Dad also knows that he is not a material for fame, but this is an expectation of your dead mother for Dad, and Dad doesn't want to see your mother as a child when he comes down in the future. But that day, when he saw that you were covered in blood, but my father didn't have the money to pay for your consultation, he didn't want to. Dad doesn't take the test, Dad has to work hard and try to give you a good life. ”

This time it was Lan Xiaoqing's turn to be moved: "Really, Dad, it's really good that you can think like this." ”

"Well," Lan Erlang continued, "Muramasa called me here today to tell me about this, and he said that he could lend me his farming tools in the afternoon, so that my father could open up the land behind the house, and we could grow some sweet potatoes and corn." ”

"Good! Daddy, you're awesome! Super self-motivated! Lan Xiaoqing praised Lan Erlang without hesitation, Uncle Mei's skin was thin, and he instantly became red to the root of his ears.

So the father and daughter lit a fire and cooked, and although the conditions of the small kitchen were simple, both of them were in a good mood.

When she was shopping for grain and oil shops in the town, Lan Xiaoqing found that compared with the 21st century, the condiments in this era are poor. She wanted to buy some soy sauce to color the pork, but she couldn't buy it, only some loose sauce, such as soybean paste, but because the sauce uses a lot of salt, this sauce is expensive.

At that time, considering that the waist bag was quite thin, Lan Xiaoqing didn't buy it, and she was reluctant to buy even rice, so she bought cheaper cornmeal to go home to make a nest, which is now a luxury for this family.

The pork without soy sauce looked a little uncomfortable, but fortunately, Lan Xiaoqing bought ginger to taste it, and then used freshly picked bracken as the bottom of the pot, and when a clay pot of fragrant pork stewed bracken was served, Lan Xiaoqing couldn't help but be full of relish.

Lan Erlang couldn't let go of this pot of dishes, and he was reluctant to throw away the ginger, admiring and distressing at the same time: "Isn't it a bit of a waste to put so much ginger, ginger is very expensive." ”

It is good for ordinary people to eat meat once a month, but they are reluctant to put so many high-priced seasonings, after all, the price of ginger is about to catch up with eggs.

The father and daughter both ate very full, Lan Erlang didn't even let go of a drop of soup, and when he was scraping the soup in the clay pot with the last nest head, someone outside suddenly shouted at the door, and his tone was bad and unkind:

"Is Lan Qing here? Come out for me! ”

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PS. Wow, wow, the beautiful father has finally changed his mind and wants to make a fortune under the leadership of Qingqing!