Half an hour later, Song Hongguo inserted the meat with chopsticks, and it was easily poked, and she couldn't help but complain about the system again, "Is the meat of your era already as tender as tofu?" ”

"You don't seem to be from that era." The system was not convinced.

"I've been here for 23 years, where are you?"

“…… 43 years. ”

"Heh, how fast the times change, it's not an exaggeration to say that they are changing with each passing day, it's the same as changing the day in three or five years, what is the difference in twenty years, do you need to say?" At least at that time, the system could only exist in the imagination of the author.

The system was frightened, so he had to say, "Don't you want to raise pigs, you can eat local pork when the time comes, and if you can't do it, you can go to the black market to buy it, and besides, you also have a meat ticket every month after you go to work." ”

"Half a pound of meat tickets every month, I ask you if you are moved?"

“……”

Song Hongguo saw that it didn't speak, so the fire began to collect the juice, the thicker the soup, the more beautiful the color of the meat, and the taste was more penetrating, and finally left a little bit for mixing rice, although the quality of the meat is not good, but after adding so many ingredients to stew it, it still tastes very fragrant.

The rice has long been cooked, the white rice is crystal clear, poured with a rich reddish-brown soup, the taste is absolutely amazing, and then take a bite of the meat that is so soft and glutinous that it melts in your mouth......

Don't change it for a fairy!

"No wonder my brother likes to eat this bite the most!" Ling Yuan's beautiful little face was stuffed like a little squirrel, and he didn't forget to sigh.

Ling Zhi also rarely lost that youthful and old age, a pair of eyes were shining, full of joy, and a little sadness of memory, he didn't speak, just looked at Song Hongguo's eyes as if there were a thousand words, he thought, he must be better to her in the future, better than her biological child in the future.

Song Hongguo sandwiched a lot of meat for the brothers, but she only ate a few pieces herself, seeing this, Ling Yuan couldn't help asking, "Mom, why don't you eat it?" ”

"It's so greasy."

“……”

She obviously told the truth, but the two little guys didn't believe it, how could anyone feel greasy? That's impossible, it must be that my mother wants them to eat more so on purpose, because their father is like this, when he encounters something delicious, he will say that he doesn't like it and save it for them.

This moved the two of them, and their eyes were red.

Song Hongguo, "......"

No, she's really greasy, not trying to touch anyone!

The system jumped out and said in a weird way, "I'm really getting better and better at being a man, this wave of routines to buy people's hearts, tsk, it's strange that the two uninformed little cubs can hide?" ”

Song Hongguo almost rolled his eyes, "They don't believe it, and you're blind too?" Am I a trick, besides, I can use tricks to buy people's hearts? ”

The system snorted and continued to be yin and yang, "Then who knows?" Maybe you're worried that you've bothered to raise someone, and then they'll find their biological parents, isn't that a waste of work? Of course, we have to take advantage of their young age to cultivate more feelings, win people's hearts, and enjoy their son's filial piety in the future. ”

Hearing this, Song Hongguo was not provoked, but suddenly asked, "It seems that you think their achievements in the future are very high, they won't be big guys, right?" ”

Is the "......" host a sperm?

Song Hongguo smiled when he saw that it was silent, "It seems that I guessed correctly, otherwise, you wouldn't be as sour as you fried the vinegar factory, dare to be jealous of me, yes, having two sons who are so good at once is simply a life of lying down and winning, what else to struggle for, as long as you wait for more than ten years, let your son be filial." ”

"Don't you feel ashamed of those days? Aren't you ashamed? Don't you think it's boring? ”

"No, it's as beautiful as sitting on clouds, right? Hahaha, you're in a hurry! ”

“……”

What is this host? It will bully it, and it will laugh at the hosts bound by other systems, and the result? Now it's its turn to slap it in the face.

After the meal, the two little guys are still responsible for washing, Song Hongguo made tea, holding the enamel jar, sitting in the bamboo chair under the front building, comfortable half-squinting, the sun is warm sprinkled on the body, a clump of bamboo next to it is occasionally blown by the wind, the sparse sound is as beautiful as heaven, the plum at the other end still has a little cold fragrance, not far away, a few sparrows are jumping on the persimmon tree, suddenly, and suddenly fluttering their wings and flying away, startled the big white goose in the pond under the tree, quacking and calling.

At this moment, the two spring flowers planted in the cracks of the stones around the pond are already full of small yellow flowers before you know it, indicating that spring has really come.

When the two little ones were done with their work, they ran over with a smile, gathered around her and went to look through the books drying on the steps, and they couldn't put it down and learned from it, like thirsty travelers in the desert, eager to soak in the sea of books.

Song Hongguo also took a copy to read, singing the main theme of the moment, it was definitely not her dish in the past, but now, maybe she was infected by a child, or maybe she didn't have a choice, but she also watched it with relish.

Drinking tea, eating melon seeds, reading books, and sitting in such a big courtyard, most of the dreams in his previous life have come true, Song Hongguo was immersed in such a comfortable time, when he heard the door slammed.

In the village, no one will close the gate, let alone plug the latch from the inside, unless she sleeps at night, but Song Hongguo came from the later generations and is used to the private space, and the open door makes her very insecure, and the yard is so big, if she is in the house, she will not know if someone comes in.

Like now, when the door rings, it can be a warning.

"Who's coming?"

"I'll open the door!"

After a while, Ling Zhi walked back with Zhao Zhenhua, and seeing this, Song Hongguo's frustration of being disturbed dissipated, and he got up and greeted him with a smile, "Why is my cousin here?" ”

Zhao Zhenhua bypassed the pond and saw her, as well as the set of tables and chairs made of bamboo, and the spread out of the book, and when he got closer and saw the melon seeds and tea, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it has only been a few days, and the days have passed well, he responded, "I'll come and tell you something." ”

"Sit down and talk." Song Hongguo grabbed a handful of melon seeds for him, and told Ling Zhi to make tea.

Soon, Ling Zhi came over with tea, brewed in an enamel jar, and the outside of the jar was printed to serve the people.

Zhao Zhenhua held it in the palm of his hand, he was not in a hurry to drink, he saw that there were three enamel jars on the table, obviously for this girl, no matter how open-minded and cheerful her heart was, she couldn't help but envy pantothenic acid at this time, who can have so many enamel jars?

This is a rare thing, the average person at home is to use a bowl of water, there is an enamel jar can be displayed for a long time, like his family, only his father has one, or the commune, his father is rare, he is reluctant to use it, let alone take it out so casually.

Maybe his gaze was too strong, Song Hongguo pondered something and explained, "The ones my adoptive father bought have some minor flaws, so I don't need industrial rolls." ”

In fact, it was not, but Song Hongguo bought it from the grain and oil store, and she said this just to give a reasonable reason.

(End of chapter)