"Boy Yu, what's wrong with you? Why did you cry all of a sudden? Seeing that Jing Yu hadn't spoken, Fang A-Niang looked back and saw that Jing Yu's eyes were already red.

"No... It's nothing, probably because the smoke here is so big that it gets to the eyes. Jing Yu touched her face indiscriminately, and returned to her giggling appearance.

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, everyone didn't ask.

"Auntie, the tortillas I made are not as delicious as those you make, you can make them for us today." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Zhiqin opened her mouth to divert the topic.

"Oh, okay, I'll go and meet." Fang A-Niang also understood what Zhiqin meant, and after washing her hands, she went to get the basin and noodles.

Zhiqin saw that Jing Yu was standing there stupidly and had nothing to do, so he pulled him to the stove to light the fire. Zhihua went to help Zhiqin.

"Now I'm going to start stewing, you fill two of those big firewoods, so that they are resistant to burning, and the fire must be stronger, otherwise the stew will not be cooked." Zhiqin put the lard in the pot, let it melt, and patiently told Jing Yu the trick of making a fire.

Jing Yu is doing this work for the first time, so she is naturally humbly taught.

He dug out two sticks of firewood that he thought were thick from the firewood, picked them up and stuffed them into the fire.

This firewood has been cut for a long time. Put on the firewood and straw stack outside, it has long been air-dried, and when the dry firewood encounters a raging fire, it will naturally crackle and immediately catch fire.

Jing Yu did this for the first time, and felt that it was very novel, so he forgot about his sadness at the moment and concentrated on lighting the fire.

Zhiqin saw that Jing Yu had finally shifted his attention, and he was secretly relieved in his heart, and when he saw that the oil in the pot was hot, he began to stew.

Zhiqin first put a handful of chopped green onions into the pot and burst them, so that the green onions were fragrant, and then put all the cut vegetables into the pot and stir-fried.

"Painting, bring all the spices." Zhiqin took a big shovel and stirred it quickly on the pot.

"Hey, here it is!" Zhihua agreed, and his arms were full of large and small bottles and cans, and he came to the stove.

"Heh, that's a lot of spice!" Jing Yu originally thought that this farmer's cooking, a little salt, and a little chili pepper would be almost enough, but who knew that Zhihua would bring so many bottles and cans.

"That's natural, but my little sister has been collecting these spices for a few days, and it's delicious to cook with them!" Zhiqin heard Jing Yu's exclamation, and immediately began to praise Zhihua with honor, with a look of inviting merit.

When Jing Yu saw Zhiqin's appearance, she only felt cute.

He is like a kitten that catches a mouse, waiting for the compliment of his owner.

Hmm, it's so cute.

Jing Yu sat in the stove fire, soothing the trembling little liver that was cute by the cute image of the goddess.

Zhihua has quickly started to put spices in the pot.

Although Zhihua had never made a big pot of rice before, under the words and deeds of Fang Aniang and their words and deeds, they also summed up some experiences. In addition, her hands-on ability has always been relatively strong, and it is not false at all to put the seasoning at this time.

I saw that the bottles and cans took turns to play, and the movements of Zhihua were dazzling.

By the time Zhiqin looked at it, Zhihua had already walked away with the pile of bottles and cans.

Zhiqin chuckled, and the movements of his subordinates also increased.

She picked up the big shovel and stir-fried it for a while, trying to stir-fry the seasoning that had just been sprinkled in.

Wait until the dishes are almost fried.

Zhiqin picked up the water scoop next to him, scooped a scoop of water and poured it into the pot.

Bursts of white smoke came out, and the smell of food was like a seductive goblin, burrowing into people's noses.

"Well, it smells so good!" Jing Yu couldn't help but sigh.

"Fragrant, this is my specialty, stewed in a cauldron!" Zhiqin heard Jing Yu's praise, so he naturally hurriedly introduced his own unique skills, and at the same time did not forget to give him one, which is your discerning eyes.

Although I don't know what the hell is a cauldron stew. But the goddess Dechangzi, as a faithful suitor, must of course be praised.

"Oh, is it? I said, why is this dish so fragrant? It turned out to be your unique skill," Jing Yu said with a sudden realization.

"That's right, this is indeed my unique skill, even the stew made by my aunt is not as fragrant as my cooking?" Zhiqin has been praised by Jing Yu a little fluttering.

"Then I'm so honored to be able to taste your craft today."

"Be polite, it's all your own family, needless to say so much." Zhiqin waved the spatula in his hand proudly, and he was serving a group of romantic characters.

Zhihua happened to be putting the spice jar in on the edge of the cabinet at this time, and he heard the conversation between the two people.

Blow, I'll watch you blow on!

Damn, this kid Jing Yu is also dishonest.

He is a dignified prince, and he is also a favored one, and he has never eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas since he was a child.

Anyway, if you don't believe it, their big pot of stew can make people feel honored.

But since this guy has pulled out this lie in order to make Sister Ah happy, as a good girl in the new era, it is better for her not to expose it.

A few children were chatting here, and Fang A-Niang was also nimble.

I saw her scoop two melons from the dough bowl and pour the cornmeal into the basin, kneading the dough in one go, and when she stopped, the loose flour had turned into a yellow and clear dough.

Fang A-Niang stretched out her finger and pressed it.

Well, the hardness and softness are just right.

"How's the stew?" The noodles are ready, and Fang A-Niang is ready to put it in the pot now.

"Wait a minute, I'll see." Zhiqin lifted the lid of the pot, and after a burst of white gas, he finally saw the dishes that were boiling in the pot.

She stirred it with a shovel and scooped up a little more soup and tasted it.

"Well, the dish is almost stewed, and you can make cakes now."

got Zhiqin's affirmative reply, Fang A-Niang came to the stove with the basin in her arms.

She reached out and pulled a small piece of dough from the large dough, kneaded it in her hand, and slapped the dough apart with both hands.

With a snap, a tortilla was attached to the edge of the pot.

According to this method, Fang A-Niang made the big ball of noodles into dough.

"Alright, put the lid on the pot, and wait for a while to simmer, and we can eat." Fang A-Niang wiped the sweat on her forehead and told Zhiqin.

Not to mention, it's really tiring to do. The main reason is that the pot is too big, and the waist of the person who twists the cake is uncomfortable.

"Hua'er, you go and ask Mr. Wu to prepare now, let's eat." When the dish was almost stewed, Fang A-Niang instructed Zhihua to call the rest of the family to prepare for dinner.

"Hey, I'll go!" Zhihua answered, and went out.

"Alright, Qin'er, let's clean up the dishes now." Because there are guests at home now, you can't just start with a bowl like before.

Fang A-Niang found a large plate made of wood, wiped it carefully with a rag, and then put it on the board.

Zhiqin had already brought out a few cold dishes from the cupboard, rearranged them, and put them on the plate.

When the plates were all set, Fang A-Niang picked up a pair of chopsticks and put them in the gap between the plates.

The first to return to the kitchen were Father Fang's father and son, Jingcheng and they were guests after all, and it was not very polite to run directly to the kitchen.

Father Fang went into the kitchen and saw that the dishes had been cleaned up, so he went to the hall without saying a word.

Zhiqi scooped some hot water from the side pot, and he scooped some cold water from the jar to mix the two kinds of water together. I felt that the water temperature was about the same, so I brought it to the yard with the basin rack and beckoned everyone to wash their hands and eat.

"Shall I serve the bread?" Zhishu, the little guy, didn't know where it came from, at this time he had already washed his little hands and stood in front of Fang Aniang to serve the cake.

Fang A-Niang didn't want Zhishu to work, for fear that he would mess up.

But this kid is really the essence of cute attacks, and serving cakes is not a difficult job, so Fang A-Niang handed it over to him.

The little one got the job he wanted, and was instantly so happy that he couldn't see his teeth.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely serve this cake well!" Zhixin swore and swore that he carried a basket of cakes and cautiously walked out of the kitchen.

"This kid, really, look at his cautious little appearance." Zhiqin looked at Zhishu's appearance, and the whole person was immediately happy.

"Alright, let's scoop up the food, everyone is hungry." Fang A-Niang saw that it was not early, and she did not delay, so she began to scoop rice.

Dinner for a family of more than a dozen people began.

Everyone had a bowl of stew in their hands and a tortilla in their hands, and they began to eat it with a snort.

The children of the Fang family have been well educated since they were young, and they will never gobble up. But they don't dogmatically observe any eating etiquette.

So at this time, although the children of the Fang family are eating elegantly, they still make a snoring sound in their mouths, which makes people feel that they are eating very deliciously when they hear it.

Jing Yu had never eaten like this, when he used to eat, there was a big table full of dishes, and a personal little eunuch gave him a chopstick in this plate, a chopstick in that plate, and he had to wait around a circle of palace maids. Where is a person like the Fang family serving a bowl of vegetables, holding a cake and starting to dry it directly.

Seeing that they were eating happily, Jing Yu no longer twisted, and threw up his arms to join the team.

Suddenly there was no sound of speech in the room, and everyone was immersed in the food in their bowls happily.

"Ah, it's so full!" Jing Yu touched his stomach and sighed with satisfaction.

"How? Isn't it uncomfortable? "Jing Yu's amount of food, Jing Cheng naturally knows. Now seeing that he has eaten more than twice as much as usual, he is afraid that Jing Yu will break himself, so he asked a little worriedly.

Jing Yu listened to Jing Cheng's words and was a little embarrassed. He touched his stomach with one hand and waved it indifferently with the other. "Big brother, don't worry, I still have this bit of proportion."

Seeing that he said so, Jing Cheng didn't continue to dwell on this matter, he packed up his dishes and chopsticks and sent them back to the kitchen.

After eating, Daddy Fang and the others are also going out.

Thanks to the help of the clan elders, Zhihua felt that he should thank the people, after all, their family will have to do a lot of things in the village in the future, and they will have to go through the hands of the clan elders, and it is necessary to maintain a good relationship with each other.

So when Zhihua went to the town today, he bought a little gift and prepared for Daddy Fang to give to the clan elders.

It's not a precious thing, it's just a puff pastry and half a pound of caramel candy.

This caramel is really expensive, only half a catty will cost you 50 yuan for a painting.

At that time, I knew that I was distressed, and I didn't want those sugars anymore.

Nima, the quality of caramel can't even do half the purity of modern white sugar, and it is even sold at a dead cost.

Although Zhihua complained in her heart, she finally bought all these things.

"Daddy, you should take these things to visit the old family, thank them for taking care of our family these days, and at the same time tell them that our family is going to recruit workers, and if they have a suitable man in the family, they can also come to work." Zhihua read the gifts prepared for the clan elders to Father Fang one by one, and then told Father Fang.

"I know, I still know these things." Father Fang took the gift and listened patiently to the chatter of Zhihua.

After listening to Daddy Fang's words, Zhi Ye relieved his heart, sent Daddy Fang and them out, turned around and went back to the house.

"Uncle Fang is out." Jing Cheng saw that Zhihua was back, and asked softly.

"Well, why didn't you go to play with Jing Yu?"

"That stinky boy doesn't want to play with me!" Jing Cheng remembered Jing Yu's dog-legged appearance in front of Zhiqin again, and complained with disgust.

Although Jing Cheng dislikes it, he loves Jing Yu very much in his heart.

"Painting, do you have time?"

"What's wrong?"

"The moonlight is good today, the grass is growing and the warbler is flying here, can I invite you to enjoy the moon together?" Jingcheng invited Zhihua. Probably embarrassed, he didn't dare to look into Zhihua's eyes.

Zhihua looked up at the sky, and didn't understand that it was the end of the month, where did the moon in his mouth come from?

"Okay."

Although I don't know what month this black paint is appreciated? But his own man, kneeling, has to be spoiled.

Jing Cheng listened to Zhihua's answer and was very happy. He turned around and went back to the house to take out a piece of clothing, and then went out the door side by side with Zhihua.

The night in the countryside is very quiet, and the people in the village basically go to bed as soon as it gets dark in order to save a few lamp oil money.

In the past, Zhihua was like this, but now that the family earns some money, Zhihua insists that everyone light the lights at night.

The road is bumpy, and it feels like a foot deep and a foot shallow to walk.

The two walked side by side, and neither of them spoke.

"Painting, Jing Yu is not my own brother." Finally, Jing Cheng opened his mouth first.

"Hmm. Well? ”

"You heard him right, he is not my own brother, or rather, he is my half-brother."

Zhihua Inner OS: Big brother, what do you want to make trouble?

Can all royal secrets be said casually?

Zhihua suddenly felt that his little head was so dangerous.

Knowing so many secrets, will you lose your life?

But I don't want to know, ahhh!!h