"It's eaten, it's eaten!"

Hui Hui embroidered and put the pimple soup in the wooden barrel and the bowls, chopsticks and ladle in the bamboo basket on the ground.

When the words fell, the Chen family all threw down the work in their hands and walked over quickly.

The gnocchi soup is filled with minced cabbage and minced pork and green onions, and a rich fragrance comes to your nose when you stir the wooden ladle.

Chen Shoushan rushed to pick up the bowl in the first place and quickly filled a large bowl.

Li Fatya followed with two bowls in her fat hands, and urged him with her eyes, "Son, his father, hurry up." ”

Chen Shoushan turned his wrist and filled her with two bowls.

"Hurry up and give me the ladle!" Chen Shouhe reached out to grab it.

Chen Shoushan frowned, moved his hand to dodge, and gave the wooden ladle to Chen Shoujia on the other side.

Chen Shoujia took it directly with a smile, not caring at all about Chen Shouhe's staring gaze, and slowly scooping up the eggs.

Chen Shouhe gritted his teeth in anger, mother's fourth! And the boss!

Chen Shoushan sneered and held the bowl, turned around and found his daughter-in-law standing still, and asked suspiciously, "What the hell?" ”

Li Fatya looked at the egg flowers floating in the wooden barrel, and then looked at the egg in her own bowl, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "I didn't get the eggs!" ”

Waiting behind her for pimple soup, Wang Hongmei: "......"

Chen Shoushan: "......"

Chen Shoushan leaned close to Li Fatya's ear and whispered, "Daughter-in-law! While they are slowly scooping up eggs, let's eat quickly and we will be able to eat one more bowl later! ”

Li Fatya's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly turned around and stuffed a bowl of pimple soup to Jinbao, holding the bowl while blowing with her mouth while enduring the boiling heat, and drinking the pimple soup with a gurgling voice, "Son, eat quickly, eat quickly, and then serve the bowl later!" ”

Jinbao held a bowl as big as his face, buried his head in eating, and said, "Mother, I can be full after eating this bowl, and I can't eat two bowls." ”

Li Fatya patted his head with a big hand and said, "I can't eat it for your mother!" Silly son, eat it! ”

Jinbao: "......"

So you asked me to eat quickly, just so that I can free up the bowl for you!

Chen Shouxing finished eating noodles and drinking radish and lean meat soup, smelling the aroma of pimple soup wafting over there, and winked at Zhao Miaomiao with a smile, "I haven't eaten the pimple soup you cooked by your daughter-in-law!" ”

Compared with pimple soup, Zhao Miaomiao prefers to eat rice porridge and pasta, so this is the first time she has cooked pimple soup from the Chen family after she married, and she doesn't know if it suits their taste.

Zhao Miaomiao grabbed him and said, "Xianggong, you know that my mother is from the south, and I haven't cooked pimple soup in my mother's house, so I may not be ......."

Chen Shouxing raised his head over there and said with a smile, "Daughter-in-law, look at the fourth sister-in-law's food, the pimple soup must be delicious!" ”

Zhao Miaomiao looked in his direction, looking at Li Fatya, who was so hot that she stuck out her tongue and drank it in a big gulp, she had another bowl of empty fat body brushes, and her fat face was bigger with her eyes squinting and drinking.

Zhao Miaomiao's hand was loosened, and the fourth sister-in-law ate well...... It's too fragrant, isn't it?

Old man Chen listened with his ears up, and when he saw that his youngest son was going to hold the pimple soup, his old eyes lit up and immediately picked up the bowl and followed with him.

Mrs. Chen: "......"

This old man eats whenever he wants, and he doesn't have to save face and watch his younger son go.

Chen Shouxing came back with pimple soup, and as soon as he took two sips, he saw his daughter-in-law looking at him with a pair of eyes shining and talking.

Chen Shouxing smiled and raised his hand to pinch her face, but when he saw that he was holding the chopsticks in his hand, he took a big sip and said, "It's delicious!" My daughter-in-law is better at cooking than me. ”

Knowing that this was to coax her, Zhao Miaomiao couldn't help but hook the corners of her lips, and said with a smile, "The pimple soup is good for your taste, I know that my cooking skills are not as good as those of Xianggong!" ”

The two small buckets of pimple soup were swept away not long after, and after eating, the Chen family began to harvest the corn in the field again.

Zhao Miaomiao and Huihui Xiuxiu packed up the dishes and chopsticks, picked up the lunch box, bowls, chopsticks and barrels and went home together.

Sunset over the West Mountains.

The men plucked the corn cobs from the field with baskets and carried them back to the yard with a load.

Today, the Chen family cooked a big pot of corn on the cob for dinner.

Fresh corn can be eaten at this time, Zhao Miaomiao lowered his head and took a bite full of fragrance, the corn is still fresh and delicious, the smell of drying is light, and it tastes powdery, and the taste is sour and hard when it is made into a nest, and the boiled corn paste is not delicious.

The children of the family squinted their eyes as they ate, and they nibbled on a corn cob in one fell swoop.

After the meal, the Chen family washed up early and went back to the room to rest, after all, they had to continue harvesting corn tomorrow after a busy day.