In the face of the half-crazy Li Meimo, many people couldn't hold their faces, and began to stop watching and slowly dispersed.

The collapse of the Lingwei Residence was exchanged for a moment of silence!

The crowd dispersed, but Song Xiaoai did not leave, still holding the spirit card, wearing filial piety clothes, and holding her brother's hand.

Li Meimoth looked at Song Xiaoai: "Are you satisfied?" My home is gone, why are you still here! ”

Song Xiaoai pulled her younger brother past Li Meimo, turned out a square table with a broken leg in the ruins, and used a stone to cushion the table leg to maintain the balance of the square table.

The spirit card was put back on, and Song Xiaoai continued to burn incense and guard the spirit.

Lin Mian pulled Li Meimoth back: "Mother, as long as people are okay, everything will be fine." ”

Lin Fugui roared angrily: "What's good? All the money is for you to marry a daughter-in-law, and the inn is gone, so you will starve to death. ”

The inn is Lin Fugui's spiritual pillar, and the moment the inn falls, Lin Fugui's belief in living is gone!

Gollum!

Lin Lan heard Li Meimo's stomach gurgling: "Mother, are you hungry?" ”

Li Meimoth and Lin Fugui sat together with a bitter expression: "Your father is right, the family is starving to death, there is nothing!" ”

Lin Lan looked at the two old men distressedly, and understood that he had to do something, after all, it was because of himself.

He is an optimistic person, the sun is always after the wind and rain, and he must believe that there is a rainbow.

Rummaging through all the houses in the backyard, Lin Lan only found a few rooster bowls with gaps and a black jar of old pickles!

Lin Lan covered his face with a black cloth and walked towards the nearby vegetable market.

Walking in the middle of the lively vegetable market, Lin Lan took off the black cloth on his face, crossed his waist and shouted: "I'm Lin Lan!" ”

One stone stirs up a thousand waves!

The people who were buying vegetables and the vendors selling vegetables looked in the direction of Lin Lan.

"He's the murderer who was amnesty, and he dares to hang out!"

"Smash him!"

Vegetable leaves and rotten eggs that could not be seen clearly smashed into his face, and Lin Lan's face and shoulders were soon covered with all kinds of green vegetable leaves.

Lin Mian shouted as he ripped off his clothes and stuffed all the vegetable leaves into it.

After a while, Lin Lan's clothes were stuffed and bulging.

Lowering his head and pulling into his clothes, there are cabbage, crushed tofu, and rotten bamboo shoots.

Lin Mian frowned: "There is no green onion and ginger meat." ”

Picking up the eyes of the rotten vegetable leaves, Lin Lan moved towards the stall selling meat with difficulty: "I'm Lin Lan, who hit me with pork?" I'm most annoyed by the fishy smell of oil! ”

The bare-chested pork dealer next to him who was holding a pig-killing knife scolded and scolded: "The surname Chen will be killed!" ”

The pork seller grabbed a puddle of lard and smashed it on Lin Yan's head.

Lin Yan hurriedly stuffed it into his arms and continued to walk forward: "Who threw the rotten green onion leaves, spicy Lao Tzu's eyes." ”

The vegetable leaves that were thrown over turned into rotten green onion leaves!

Lin Lan lowered his head again, and the meat and green onion and ginger were there, so he hurriedly ran to a secluded place and fled.

When he came back, the second elder was still sitting on the ground, staring blankly ahead.

Lin Mian shouted twice, but the two old men ignored him, so they didn't care about it for now.

Although the inn has fallen, the earthen stove is still there, and some iron kitchenware is also there.

Lin Lan put all the vegetables in the vegetable basket, washed them with water, and chopped them up for later use.

If there is no oil, the oil is refined, and the lard is first boiled in water and then put in a dry pot to stir the oil.

The lard is there, the green onion and ginger are stir-fried, and all kinds of vegetables are poured into it.

If there is no salt, soak the pickle jar with water and pour some salt water into it.

The fragrance soon overflowed, and Lin Mian had an endless aftertaste on his face, he was not a doctor of medicine, nor a doctor of science and engineering, he was just an ordinary otaku who often brushed a certain sound.

The lard stew was put into a rooster bowl with a gap, and Lin Yan brought it to the two old men: "Dad, mother, it's time to eat." ”

Li Meimoth was still alone holding Lin Fugui's arm, and Lin Fugui looked ahead with dull eyes.

First Song Xiaoai wanted to make the Lin family desperate, and then the hard work of the two of them for a lifetime was ruined, and the blow of the two things was too great!

Lin Lan couldn't help but think of his past, he kept his mobile phone in his hand every day, stayed at home, faced with his parents' hard work, turned a blind eye, and how many times they broke their hearts.

Thinking of this, Lin Lan put down the dishes and chopsticks and knelt down in front of Li Meimoth and Lin Fugui.

"Father, mother, the child is unfilial, and he has caused a lot of trouble, and he can't send you two elders to the end."

"The child swears, from today onwards, be an upright person, your inn will be destroyed in my hands, and I will personally earn it back for you."

"I'll open a hundred for you, and I'll open it all over the country."

"Dad, mother, let's eat!"

Lin Lan revealed his true feelings, not only to persuade the two old men in front of him, but also to make up for the words he was reluctant to say to his parents.

Li Meimo's eyes regained their brilliance, and tears appeared in her eyes again: "My son has finally grown up, my mother eats, my mother eats." ”

Li Meimoth picked up the lard stew in front of her and took a big bite.

"Hmm!" Li Meimo's expression became wonderful, and she couldn't help but snort her chopsticks more: "It's delicious, the dishes I make are delicious!" ”

Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief, it was his first time cooking, but those certain audio and video were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Lin Fugui glanced at Lin Lan: "What's the use of talking about this now!" The silver is gone, the inn is gone, what to eat? Starve to death. ”

Syllable!

Li Meimoth raised her hand and slapped Lin Fugui on the back of the head: "What's the matter, the first time my son cooks is so delicious, you can't eat two bites." ”

"You!" Lin Fugui stood up suddenly, clenched his fists, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "I, I didn't say I wouldn't eat." ”

Lin Lan took the initiative to take the bowl and handed it to Lin Fugui: "Dad." ”

Lin Fugui stretched out his fat hand, snatched it hard, pinned his face to the side, and took two bites.

Well?

This tastes!

The aroma of pork and the subtle saltiness of the ingredients are mixed together, and although it is not a delicacy, the taste is medium to high.

You know, this is the first time your bastard son has cooked!

Lin Fugui made a straight face: "Hmph, the cabbage is too big, and the lard is too old......." ”

Halfway through the words, Li Meimoth, who was sitting on the ground, kicked Lin Fugui's calf: "You can't stop your mouth ...... eating." ”

Lin Fugui spilled half of the food in his hand, burned his hands, and glared at Li Meimoth angrily: "I, I won't say anything." ”

Lin Lan found a bowl without openings, filled it with stewed vegetables, and walked towards Song Xiaoai.

The freshly cooked dish was very hot, Lin Lan's hands were a little numb, but he still didn't let go, and carefully placed it on the spiritual table: "Miss Song, you're hungry too!" ”

"Eat something first."

Song Xiaoai glanced at the lard stew on the table, swept it with her hand, and a bowl full of dishes fell to the ground.

Smack!

The rooster bowl was torn apart, and the vegetable soup inside seeped everywhere along the cracks in the ground.

Song Xiaoai untied the burden full of puddings, took out a flatbread, broke it in half, and handed it to his younger brother.

Lin Lan scratched his head and apologized again: "Miss Song, is it not to your taste!" Whatever you want to eat, I'll do it again! ”

Song Xiaoai, whose face was already crying, lightly opened her cherry mouth, took a small bite of cake, and did not say a word.