Looking at the little squirrel that could only pat on the back and a stone clam in the environmental protection bag, Ye Ping was a little troubled, touching his chin in the farmland, thinking about not knowing what to do with these two little guys.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Ping suddenly thought that there was still an abandoned small fish tank at home?

Thinking of this, Ye Ping hurriedly ran to the room used to stack groceries in his home, found the small fish tank inside, and then cleaned it casually before returning to the farmland.

Ye Ping first drew some spiritual spring water from the well, poured it into a small fish tank, and then threw the stone clams into the fish tank.

Looking at the lively and active stone clam in the fish tank, my heart was extremely satisfied.

After dealing with the stone clams, Ye Ping made a simple small house out of cardboard boxes next to the well in the farmland.

"Okay, this place will be your home from now on, little one, are you still satisfied?" With a long voice, Ye Ping's laughter was accompanied by sweat dripping on the farmland.

After a brief rest, Ye Ping divided three parts from the land used for planting, one for planting his three fruit trees, one for planting the bitter haha grass he got from the mountain, He Shou Wu and some wild flowers, and the last one for planting high-end plants such as ginseng and snow lotus that he bought from the Internet.

In this way, the entire farmland is completely occupied.

Fruit trees are different from those flowers and plants, because the rhizomes are too large, if you dig the soil, you have to dig a little deeper, almost one or two meters, otherwise you can't survive.

More than half an hour later, Ye Ping wiped the sweat on his forehead, patted the dirt on his body again, looked at it, and smiled contentedly.

"Let's go, it's time to go back to dinner. Little guy, let's go!" picked up the little squirrel covered with dirt at his feet, and Ye Ping went home.

"Ping'er, you're back, change your clothes, wash your hands, and eat. Li Xiumin tied a coarse cloth apron, patted the white face on his hand, looked at what Ye Ping was holding in his hand, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Li Xiumin asked casually, "This little squirrel, you went into the mountains yesterday and caught them in the mountains?!"

"Yes, look, cute!" Ye Ping smiled and pinched the little guy's little face.

"You, come, what a man. Looking at Ye Ping's face, Li Xiumin couldn't help but glance at his son, Ye Ping held back a smile, his face turned red, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

Feeling this happy atmosphere, Ye Ping was really happy, but the only fly in the ointment was that his father was still in the health center. Soon, though.

"Go, change your clothes and eat. With a glaring eyeball, Li Xiumin waved his hand to drive Ye Ping into the house, laughing. After Ye Ping washed his hands, he saw the food on the table, and there was a hint of surprise on his face.

Not to mention, eating the food cooked by my mother is really a great enjoyment, hand-rolled noodles, not now there are cards on the market, all of them say that they are hand-rolled noodles, in fact, they are all selling dog meat on sheep's heads, boring. Ye Ping looked at the noodles with a faint green light, and his mouth watered.

The hand-rolled noodles made in Xiangyang Village are different from other places, not only flour, but also eggs, mung beans, eggs are good to say, most of the hand-rolled noodles are added, mung beans can not be, this mung bean must be soaked in advance, and then mashed with this bowl, mixed into flour, add eggs, and stir evenly.

When mixing noodles, you should pay special attention to the noodles and try to cook them as well, so that the noodles can be strong, delicious and slippery.

Secondly, the rolling pin is also required, it must be made of jujube trees or hickory trees, old-fashioned rolling pins, Ye Ping's rolling pin is ancestral, I heard that it has a history of many years, jujube mahogany, with wisps, not completely flat, with a trace of invisible lines.

Roll the noodles more than once, make the noodles as cooked as thoroughly as possible, and sprinkle the noodles with an appropriate amount of flour when cutting them, so as to avoid the noodles sticking together.

The soup is finally old chicken soup, thick soup with some water, boiling and boiling, underneath. At this moment, what is on the table is the authentic Xiangyang Village hand-rolled noodles, and Li Xiumin, who is at a loss, has time to rush out, isn't there still a lot of side dishes, and there are a few green vegetables on the noodles, no, amaranth is garnished.

The side dishes, cucumber shreds accompanied by vinegar, garlic paste, sprinkled with coriander, poured their own grinding sesame oil, fragrant, drooling.

Another bowl, cold amaranth, amaranth blanched in boiling water, plus oil, salt, vinegar and sesame oil, crisp color, look at the appetite. Not to mention, sliced cooked beef, as well as braised large intestines, are all Ye Ping's favorite food, exactly, this will Ye Ping did not wait for his mother to speak, picked up chopsticks and ate several mouthfuls of amaranth, it is delicious, fragrant and delicious, without a little tendon, it is rare to see delicious, Ye Ping felt that the abalone shark fin in the five-star hotel is not as good as this bowl of cold wild vegetables.

Although my mother knew that this was well water in the farmland, she didn't know that this was spiritual spring water, something made with spiritual spring water, it tasted absolutely delicious, and even Li Xiumin, looking at Ye Ping's face full of enjoyment, couldn't help but try a few sticks, not to mention that it was really delicious.

Li Xiumin didn't know that this was the effect of spiritual spring water, who was Ye Ping?

I don't know if it's because Ye Ping was tired for two days, or if this meal is really delicious, anyway, Ye Ping ate a mouthful of scum of food.

"Eat, hehe. Watching Ye Ping gobble up, Li Xiumin was proud, smiled even more, and filled Ye Ping with a big bowl of noodles mixed with cucumber shreds and coriander.

Ye Ping ate two big bowls in a row, his belly bulged, these dishes were poured out of the spiritual spring water, plus his mother's skills were not good, could it be delicious?

After a while, plus Li Xiumin also saw his son, he had a trace of appetite, a pot of noodles entered his stomach, and the little squirrel who smelled the fragrance was so anxious that he screamed around the table of eight immortals.

"Hehe, little one. The little squirrel looked at it and ignored it, and got to Li Xiumin's feet and stretched out his red and tender little tongue to keep adding it, making Li Xiumin chuckle, bending down to pick up the little guy, this little squirrel has already taken a bath, and his body is much faster.

took out a small spoon, this was still used by Ye Ping when he was a child, and it is still kept, it is really a miracle. poured some noodle soup, mashed the noodles, and fed the little guy, but let the little squirrel eat a round belly, and after a while, he was carried to the bed by Li Xiumin and did not move, even ignoring Ye Ping's teasing.

"Go, little white-eyed wolf, I was still pestering just now, but now I came to pretend to be an uncle with Lao Tzu. Ye Ping knocked on this guy's head, causing Li Xiumin to glare at him dissatisfied, yes, now my mother looks at this little guy closer than herself.

However, having said that, Ye Pingke has heard that squirrels are more loyal to their owners than ordinary animals, and he looks at the little guy in his hand, not to mention, at least this thing knows that it will not hurt people who are good to him, it seems that he can raise it in the future, and a squirrel should not be able to eat much.

"Look at you so small, in the future, you will be called ...... "Ye Ping thought for a long time, and then he came up with a name.