Care about her, but don't interfere with her.

After Song Yunshan returned to the room, he couldn't help but think, how many times did he find out that Song Hao went out in the middle of the night?

Can't count them anymore, right?

He wanted to ask Song Hao what he was doing.

But looking at Song Hao's nervous look, she didn't want to say anything.

Song Yunshan chose not to ask.

Since his sister doesn't want to talk about some things, why should he ask about them?

He knew that there were many secrets on his sister's body, and some of these secrets could no longer be hidden, but ...... Either way, she's her own sister.

If she doesn't want others to know her secrets.

Then he'll help her keep watch.

The arrival of late autumn and early winter begins with a sleet.

The rain carried white and obvious fine snow particles, and the fall on the human body was cold and cold.

Blowing into the neck will make people can't help but shrink their necks into their clothes.

Song Zhen always felt that this season was colder than after the actual winter.

Especially the cold wind, which seemed to blow into the cracks of a person's bones, was wet and cold.

This time of year.

Mrs. Song will always make the problem of old and cold legs.

Before the change, there was always a leg ache.

But I don't know what's wrong this year, it's obviously the hardest time, and she actually feels that there is nothing uncomfortable in her body.

She looked at the sky suspiciously, and then muttered: "It's a pity, the dried vegetables have fallen in rain and snow, I should have taken these things back sooner if I knew that it would be a change today." ”

She seems to have gone to the ability to predict the weather.

However, Mrs. Song didn't feel sad for long, but felt more happy!

At this time of year, Miao also suffers from coughing and coughs all the time.

As for Song Yunshan...... Not to mention that. I've had an injured leg, and it's not going to be easy this season.

Song Erniu, the only one who is a little more normal, will be busy at this time.

But this year it seems to be ...... Everything is different.

Song Yunshan didn't feel anything uncomfortable about himself at all.

Miao's face is red, and he has gained a lot of weight, although he can't be as strong as a person who has been working for many years, but he is also healthy.

You can even go to the river to fetch water.

It was cold.

Everyone gathered together in the warm pavilion for everyone's cooking hall and guests.

Mrs. Song and Mrs. Miao sat on the low kang and did embroidery.

Song Qingya accompanied her.

As for Song Zhen, she sat at the table and ate refreshments, looking out from time to time.

It didn't take long.

Song Erniu and Song Yunshan came back together.

They are going to the county government to sell things.

The weather was bad, so the two of them didn't let Song Zhen go.

Song Erniu took out the osmanthus cake wrapped in oil paper from his arms: "Zhen'er, I just got this osmanthus cake out of the pot, I brought some back, you can share it with everyone to taste." ”

Song Hao nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Saying that, Song Zhen ran out and went to the stove to cut the osmanthus cake.

Because there is a corridor, it can't get rain or snow, but Song Zhen still feels a little cold.

When she arrived at the house, Song Hao opened her mouth and said, "Brother, didn't you buy charcoal before?" Take some and burn them! ”

Mrs. Song still had some savings, and she was a little distressed about the charcoal money, but when she saw Song Hao's frozen little pale face, she immediately said: "Yunshan, you go quickly." ”

In fact, Mrs. Song didn't say it, Song Yunshan also planned to go.

He smiled and said, "I'll be back in a while." ”

Song Zhen saw that Song Yunshan had gone to get charcoal, so he also walked out.

"It's cold outside, what are you doing out? Be careful to blow the cold wind and harm the cold. Mrs. Song frowned.

The current Mrs. Song is still very nagging.

However, the content of the speech has changed from scolding before to another way, and the content of the chatter is all about everyone's concern.

Song Zhen smiled: "I went to wash some vegetables and made a charcoal fire, how good it would be to cook something on this charcoal fire and eat!" ”

When Song Qingya heard this, she hurriedly said, "I'll go with you." ”

In fact, when she went to divide the osmanthus cake just now, she wanted to go.

But she was embarrassed to go, it was the second uncle who acted for Zhen'er, and she went, as if she wanted to eat so much.

Song Hao nodded and did not refuse Song Qingya.

After arriving at the stove.

The two girls got busy.

Song Hao ordered: "You cut the meat for me." ”

There is lamb and pork and, of course, fish at home.

At this moment, Song Zhen took a small iron pot and began to ingrediate in it.

It didn't take much time.

Song Zhen entered the house with a pot of soup.

The soup base is mixed with broth and oil and spicy seeds, and the flavor is fragrant.

Put the small iron pot on the charcoal brazier.

The meat and dishes are placed on the table next to the side, and everyone shares a bowl, and they don't deliberately put on the plate or sit down to eat together.

This is a simple version of the side stove.

In such weather, charcoal fires are grilled, and shabu-shabu and shabu-shabu are eaten.

Dip it in some leek flowers and tahini.

Just thinking about it makes me feel happy.

Song Zhen put the lettuce in the pot and took it out at once, and it was still crisp when she ate it, but it was raw, fragrant and spicy.

The Song family also came over to eat.

Song Qingya was still restrained at first, but soon she couldn't control herself.

In this season, very few families can eat fresh vegetables, but the Song family has unlimited food, not to mention how refreshing it is.

Song Erniu was so happy that he was about to faint.

He felt that since he came home from conscription, the days he had lived were all foggy, not like real days.

It's not real, and with his imagination, he can't imagine that he can live such a good life!

The fish is tender, the mutton is fragrant, and the vegetables are refreshing, fragrant and spicy.

It's like the days of the Song family.

It's booming and heartwarming.

After everyone has eaten their fill.

Song Hao also threw a taro, two sweet potatoes, and an egg into the charcoal fire.

If you don't have enough to eat, you can pick something out of the fire and eat it.

It was snowy outside, and the heat and aroma mixed in the room, and everyone's faces were shiny.

Mrs. Song sighed: "This day is really happy! ”

"yes." Miao responded while wiping a handful of tears.

In previous years, it was especially difficult to stay at home in winter.

Not only is it physically uncomfortable, but the house is also leaking, so I can only get through it.

But this year, the house is thick, and there is no place where there is air leakage, and you can burn this kind of charcoal fire that could not be burned before.

Not only is the days not difficult, but it makes people feel that after a busy year, a short break is extraordinarily happy.

A quiet appearance of the years.

Song Qingya had already taken the initiative to clean up what everyone had eaten.