Mo Ziyun took a vegetable basket and ran towards the vegetable garden, fortunately there were still some last-season tomatoes in the garden, otherwise there would be nothing in this sandwich except for an omelette in it. Walk into the vegetable garden and walk to the place where the tomato is planted, the tomato is planted with green beans, before the family was small, when it came to what vegetables to plant, although each dish was planted, but there were not many, but every summer, the Mo family's tomatoes were always a lot more than other dishes.

There is an acre of vegetable garden, and tomatoes occupy almost a quarter of the area. The two elders of the Mo family are reluctant to do so on weekdays, but they always think of ways to let Mo Ziyun eat better and dress better.

In order for Mo Aster to eat fruits, there is a pear tree and plum tree in the yard in front of the Mo family, and there are two orange trees on the edge of the yard behind.

Mo Ziyun came to the vegetable patch with a basket that was already very big for her, and as soon as she got closer, she saw Song Nanzhi who was bending over to work, and Mo Ziyun shouted loudly, "Grandma!"

Song Nanzhi was choosing to pick cabbage, and when he saw Mo Ziyun coming over, he was concerned and said, "Why did you get up so early?"

Mo Ziyun replied under the guise of being hungry, and then said, "Grandma, Sister Mo Li and I made delicious food."

Although Song Nanzhi is still saving on food, the family has now paid off the accounts and saved some silver, and the family's grain harvest is good, and the food is not like before, which is reluctant, that reluctant. As long as it is not wasted, she will not withhold that bit of food, let the babies eat well and be full, otherwise she will not buy so much meat according to Mo Ziyun. When he heard that it was delicious, he only smiled and asked, "What did you cook?"

Mo Ziyun said mysteriously, "I'll know when grandma goes back to see it." In fact, she didn't know what to say about the name.

Song Nanzhi was not unhappy because she didn't say it, but laughed and said, "Okay, I'll know when I go back."

Mo Ziyun saw the back basket placed aside, which was already neatly filled with several cabbages, and asked, "Grandma, we can't eat so many cabbages at once, what are you cutting so much for?"

Seeing that Mo Ziyun asked about the two, Song Nanzhi told Mo Ziyun again about the plan to send some vegetables to Xie Wenhua and Liu Yuan, and then said, "I also picked some green beans, under the cabbage, and then divide them into two portions when I go back, and you and I will send them together after dinner."

After hearing this, Mo Ziyun said, "Okay, then I'll go pick some tomatoes, and also send some tomatoes to Uncle Xie and Uncle Liu."

Song Nanzhi was also going to pick tomatoes, but the tomatoes were stingy, and she was afraid that they would be crushed underneath, so she thought about picking tomatoes after cutting the cabbage, looking at the basket carried by her granddaughter, she came to the field to pick it if she wanted to eat on weekdays, and she was used to picking it, so she said, "Okay, you pick it slowly, don't hurt your hands."

Mo Ziyun nodded and walked towards the tomato, looking at the tomato branches with some withered branches and leaves, it should not be able to eat in a few days. Although the branches and leaves are withered, the tomatoes hanging on the branches are still fresh and can be eaten for several days.

In front of the tomato branches, Mo Aster is still tall, so she is the same as Song Nanzhi, bending over to find ripe tomatoes, there are many tomatoes, even if she picks and chooses, she picks a basket after a while, and there are a few red and big tomatoes on the top of the basket.

After picking two handfuls of peppers, Song Nanzhi chose to pick about eight or nine eggplants, then straightened up, turned to look at Mo Ziyun, and shouted, "Wanyun, have you picked the tomatoes?"

Mo Ziyun also stood up straight and replied, "Pick it up." After answering, he said, "Grandma, I can't lift it."

Song Nanzhi didn't dare to mention it, and hurriedly replied, "Don't worry about it, I'll mention it." After Song Nanzhi finished speaking, he walked towards Mo Ziyun, looked at a basket of tomatoes after walking, and looked into the field again, although there are still some on the branches, but it will take two days to mature, and the rest is estimated to be able to eat for five or six days, "Leave a few for a while, you can eat if you want, and the ones in the field will have to wait for two days to eat."

Mo Ziyun replied, "Hmm

I'll take tomatoes for cooking later."

Song Nanzhi carried a basket full of tomatoes to the place where he carried the basket, then squatted down again, and then carried the basket hard.

Mo Ziyun looked at Song Nanzhi who was in a trance for a moment, and hurriedly reached out to help, "Grandma, be careful." After waiting for Mo Ziyun to stand firm, he hurriedly picked up two tomatoes from the basket and held them in his arms.

Song Nanzhi saw the worry on Mo Ziyun's face, and comforted her: "It's okay, grandma is much better now, but she didn't stand firm when she got up."

The vegetable garden was at the door of the house, and the two walked to the door in a few steps, Song Nanzhi walked directly to the backyard with the basket on his back, ready to clean up the vegetables after a while, and Mo Ziyun naturally followed to the backyard.

Before he entered the stove room, Song Nanzhi smelled the smell of kang cakes: "This is kang cakes?"

Mo Ziyun replied with a smile on her face, "Well, Brother Qingyuan is burning the fire, and Sister Mo Li is cooking kang cakes."

Song Nanzhi also laughed after hearing this, "Why did you let Brother Qingyuan come to light the fire, isn't he studying?"

Mo Ziyun replied with a childish face: "Brother Qingyuan was afraid that Sister Mo Li and I would not do well, so he came to help us, but he didn't know how to cook himself, and I taught him how to make a fire." After saying that, he laughed out loud.

After hearing this, Song Nanzhi said angrily: "Your brother Qingyuan is a male baby, and he hasn't done this, it's normal to not do it, what do you want to eat in the future, tell the milk, the milk will help you do it, don't delay your brother Qingyuan's study."

Although Mo Ziyun does not agree with this concept of only reading sage books and ignoring things outside the window, she also does not want to change their inherent thinking, firstly, this is their concern for Brother Qingyuan, and secondly, this era, even the era in which she lived before, is the same, not reading and learning is the only serious thing for children, and everything else has to be left behind. The only thing she can try to change is the child she is teaching now, so she responded obediently in the face of Song Nanzhi's advice, "Okay."

The two entered the stove room as they spoke, and Song Nanzhi looked at Mo Li, who was still standing by the stove, and said with concern, "Mo Li, be careful, don't burn your hands."

Mo Li turned his head to look at Song Nanzhi, who was bent by the back basket, put down the spatula and ran to Song Nanzhi's side, carrying the back basket with his hand, "Why is grandma carrying so much?"

Song Nanzhi looked at Mo Li who ran over, and his heart softened into a puddle of mud again, why is this girl so lovely, stretched out her empty hand and touched Mo Li's head, and said lovingly, "It's all vegetables, not heavy." Then he said, "Go and take care of the pot, so that it won't become a paste for a while."

Murong Qingyuan also walked out, first took the tomato in Song Nanzhi's hand, and said, "Grandma should ask Wan Yun to come back and call me." put the tomato basket aside, and prepared to put Song Nanzhi on his back and carry it on.

After Song Nanzhi gave him the basket, how could he let him pick up the basket on his back, but he was concerned about the children, and his heart was sweeter than eating honey, so he walked to the backyard with the basket on his back, and said, "It's not a heavy thing."

Murong Qingyuan carried the tomatoes, followed them to the backyard, and then helped Song Nanzhi put the back basket next by the well, and Song Nanzhi, who put down the things, said to Murong Qingyuan again, "Is the meal ready? If it's not good, I'll go and light the fire, and you go read your book."

After Song Nanzhi spoke, Murong Qingyuan replied, "The rice is ready, just wait for the other dishes."

Song Nanzhi turned his head to look at Mo Ziyun, who was picking tomatoes, "What else do you want to get, I'll get it."

Mo Ziyun replied, "Fry an egg for each person and cut this tomato into slices." After speaking, he looked at the cabbage in the back basket, "I want some more tender cabbage leaves, as long as the leaves on the top, the leaves don't need to be chopped, and they will be scalded in boiling water and eaten directly in the cake with tomatoes." I said silently in my heart: If there is no lettuce, replace it with cabbage, it is all vegetables, the same.

Song Nanzhi said angrily, "You have a lot of ideas." But then he said, "Do whatever you have to do, and I'll do the rest."

Mo Ziyun knew that she couldn't help much, so she said, "Well, grandma, I'll brush my teeth and wash my face first."

Murong Qingyuan said, "I'll go fetch water for you."

Mo Ziyun thanked sweetly, "Thank you

Brother Qingyuan."

With the addition of Song Nanzhi, the fried egg that Mo Zihua said was fried in a while, the tomatoes were also sliced, and the cabbage leaves were also scalded and neatly put on the plate for later use.

After washing up, Mo Aster drank a cup of warm water that had already cooled her, and then came to the cutting board, reached out and took a cake in her hand, and said, "Break the cake from the middle." As he spoke, he broke the cake in the middle into two loaves, and then continued, "Then put the omelette, the vegetable leaves, and the tomato in the middle."

A cake is broken into two layers, then a layer of tomato and a layer of eggs, plus a tender yellow cabbage leaf, and another layer of tomato is added to the vegetable leaf, and finally the cake is covered.

Mo Ziyun looked at the sandwich in her hand and said that it was a sandwich, but it had the circle of a hamburger, but it was not as materialistic as a hamburger.

Well, switch to burgers next time.

Seeing that the sandwich in his hand was a little bigger, he said, "Grandma helped me cut it a little smaller, not too small, just split it into two."

Mo Li and Mo Ziyun were holding the dishes next to them, while Song Nanzhi was cutting with a knife, and after everything was done, Song Nanzhi took a plate and filled it with three for the Han family, and then said to Mo Ziyun: "You send it to your godmother yourself, let them taste the new tricks you have made."

Mo Ziyun took the plate and responded, "Okay, I'll send it now, it is estimated that Brother Chunlin will only get up for a while, and he will just send it over to eat."

Song Nanzhi saw Mo Ziyun walking out while talking, and inevitably told him again, "Go slowly."

Mo Ziyun smiled and said secretly: Of course I know to slow down, I'm not a real child. But there was no ambiguity in his mouth, and he replied crisply, "Well, I know."