In the evening, Song Hongguo's claypot rice, there are still a lot of people who click to watch the video taken during the day, and there are more points, and the system encourages her to buy and buy, so she bought rice, bacon, and some dried mushrooms.

When the things were taken out of the box, Ling Zhi couldn't help but ask her, "You brought these from your hometown?" ”

Song Hongguo replied to him while washing the rice, "Yes, what's wrong?" You don't like to eat rice? ”

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like to eat rice? Ling Zhizheng was shocked how she could ask herself such an unbelievable question, and then heard her muttering, "The imperial capital is also considered to be the north, and most northerners like pasta, but it's okay to change your appetite after eating once in a while, right?" ”

"......" He was just worried that she didn't have enough food at first, why did he seem to be a picky eater now?

"Mom, my brother likes to eat rice." Ling Yuan is like her little tail, she follows wherever she goes. "Dad said that my brother likes to use braised pork bibimbap the most, the meat should be fat and thin, the thick oil red sauce is stewed soft, wrapped in soup, he can eat a big bowl, and he has to hold on to ......it every time he eats it."

"Ling Yuan!" Ling Zhi scolded in shame.

"Hee-hee, my brother is angry because he hasn't eaten it in three years." Ling Yuan added his lower lip, "I've never seen it before, so I'm not angry." ”

Ling Zhi fell silent for a moment.

Song Hongguo heard this, but she was sour and distressed, "The meat station is also off work at this time, and you can't make braised pork today, another day, my mother will make it for you." ”

"Good!"

"My brother likes braised bibimbap the most. So what's your favorite thing to eat? ”

Ling Yuan said without hesitation, "Dumplings!" ”

"What kind of dumplings?"

Ling Yuan shook his head, "I don't know, I haven't eaten any kind of filling, I just heard many people say that it is not delicious but dumplings, during the Chinese New Year, no matter how poor people are, they have to set aside a bowl of noodles to make dumplings, and there are guests at home, and the highest way to treat guests is to make dumplings for guests to eat, it can be seen that dumplings are not only rare, but also very delicious." ”

After listening to his words, Song Hongguo's nose was a little sour, and he took a deep breath, "You like to eat dumplings, right?" When we buy a house and settle down, my mother will give you a bag and taste all the fillings. ”

"Really?" Ling Yuan's eyes sparkled as he looked at her, "They said they would use a lot of white noodles. ”

"No matter how much white noodles there are, my mother will be willing to do it."

"Thank you, Mom!"

Ling Yuan shouted very loudly, and the excitement and joy that even the system was infected, "Your two sons are really easy to satisfy, but people who are easy to satisfy are also highly happy, no wonder they can survive on the Northwest Farm." ”

Song Hongguo was in no mood to pay attention to it at this time, after processing the bacon and soaked mushrooms, the rice was also steamed until it was seven or eight medium-cooked, she spread the ingredients on the ground, and poured the sauce into it, and finally beat an egg in the middle, covered it, and simmered for a while, and the fragrance rose arbitrarily in the room with the volatilization of the oil she dripped along the edge of the pot.

Mother and son gathered around the pot of claypot rice, without raising their heads to eat, their ears were the sound of news reports coming from the radio, outside the window, it was already dark, and inside the house, the lights were bright, shining on this side of the warm and quiet.

After the meal, Ling Zhi still rushed to wash, Song Hongguo finished sewing the clothes he made in the afternoon, in his previous life, except for haute couture, few people made clothes to wear, but here, if a woman doesn't know how to sew and mend, she will be disliked.

Song Hongguo was glad that she would, when she was in an orphanage, she was bored to learn from the dean's grandmother, not to mention, looking at the clothes in her hand, she felt that she was quite talented in cutting and sewing.

The tops she made are similar to the overalls of the previous life, which are much more foreign than the current tops and gowns, but not too out of line, the fabric she uses is the processed cloth bought from the department store, the flaws are cut, and the bright cloth in the space is spliced, mainly black, red, gray and blue checkered with a little embellishment, neither dull, but also not too lively, how to look handsome.

Song Hongguo couldn't wait for Ling Yuan to put it on, admired it, and said to Ling Zhi, who was faintly envious, "I'll do it for you tomorrow." ”

Ling Zhi rarely twisted, "I'm not in a hurry, I have clothes to wear......"

Although the boy does not love beauty as much as the little girl, he watched his younger brother put on new clothes, and he became more and more energetic, and he couldn't help but want it, because it was really good-looking.

Song Hongguo didn't want to make it for him right away, but what she was more anxious about at the moment was a cotton jacket and cotton pants, she chose a ten-pound thick quilt in the space, gray cotton, after dismantling, the cloth and cotton that happened to be used to make cotton clothes were available, which was more than enough.

In the two sacks she got back in the morning, there were also two quilts, which belonged to the original owner and her adoptive father, the original owner's bed was okay, it was very soft to the touch, and the other bed was a little hard, and the cotton in it had not known how many years, she was useless, in addition, there were mattresses and pillows, a man's cotton coat and sweater, and other clothes, which were burned after the death of the original owner's adoptive father.

The cotton coat was issued by her adoptive father's factory, and she wore it very carefully, and it was very upright for several years, and the style was similar to the military coat she worn, just a short one, navy blue with a fur collar, and the sweater was also very new, at least one and a half pounds of thread had to be used, pure wool, and it was warm to the touch.

When Song Hongguo was making cotton clothes, he asked the two little guys to dismantle the sweaters.

"Demolished?"

"Well, after dismantling and then washing the wool, not only is it cleaner, but it is mainly steamed, and after drying, it can be the same as new wool, and the knitted sweater is also smooth."

Seeing that the two little guys were still looking at her puzzled, Song Hongguo smiled helplessly, "If you don't dismantle it, how can your mother knit a sweater for you?" It's cold at this time, and I'm wearing cotton clothes, and in a few days, I'll have to change my sweater. ”

"To us?"

"Or else?"

The brothers were deeply moved again when they saw her expression of course.

"Host, I think it's good for you to use these means of winning people's hearts on handsome guys." The system popped up, and the tone was demagoguery, "Cheap son or kissing husband, which do you say is more fragrant?" ”

"Son, of course!"

“…… Sooner or later, the son belongs to other women, you spend more than ten years raising him with your heart and lungs, but other women only need a look to seduce him. ”

"It's not, isn't the handsome guy in your mouth just hooked?" Song Hongguo snorted, "Wouldn't it be better if I cultivated both of them into Huo Minglou?" ”

"Huo Minglou is the only one!"

"You're defending him." Speaking of which, Song Hongguo conspiracy theorized again, "Why do you have to provoke me to go to Huo Minglou?" In addition to running a grain and oil store, do you have a stealth mission? Like what...... Match me and Huo Minglou? ”