Such a half-large barrel of chicken soup can't be drunk by three people.

Lin Duoduo went home with the wooden barrel, went to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the lacquer box and the insulated box, and the fragrance overflowed.

The soup made by the two old hens, with mushrooms and carrots and other ingredients, makes people feel appetizing just by smelling it.

Lin Duoduo took out a bowl and put it in a small bucket, so as not to be remembered, he specially shouted to Lin Rufang, who was doing homework upstairs, "Sanmao, wait a little when our aunt comes back and tell her, the chicken soup in the pot is for her." ”

"Hey!" Lin Rufang agreed loudly.

Lin Ruyue, who was lying in the attic and sitting in the small confinement, immediately gurgled in her stomach, and she kicked Xia Guizhi twice, "Mom, I want to drink it too." ”

"Drink what, her

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