At noon, stewed rabbit with potatoes, scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts, stewed vermicelli with radish, and stir-fried cabbage with meat oil are the highest standards of hospitality for the Zhao family! On weekdays, their family, like most families, has vegetable soup on the head of the wild vegetable nest, and it is good to mix it half-full!

Su Yun's second brother and second brother and sister came back first. Zhao took their back basket - only half a basket of old wild vegetables inside. The mountain goods in the nearby mountains were all picked up by the villagers. There were many wild beasts in the deep mountains, and the Zhao family repeatedly told them not to take risks.

Knowing that the eldest sister came home this time, she not only brought food and vegetables, but also a hare and four pigeons, Huang Qiuling's smile was obviously much more enthusiastic. She washed her hands, took Fu Ya and gently rubbed it, and said with a smile: "Yo! It's quite heavy! Sister, you really know how to raise children! ”

Su Yun touched her daughter's serious little face, and said with a smile: "Fu Ya has a good appetite, she doesn't pick her mouth, and it's easy to raise!" ”

Huang Qiuling glanced at her youngest son who was picked up by her own man, sighed and said, "I can eat well!" When she was so old, she was finely fed and so chubby. The second baby is not good, there is no milk to eat in three or four months, and he can only eat rice soup, and he is as thin as a chicken! ”

"It's nice to have rice soup to eat! You can still eat an egg at two ends in three days, you go to the village and ask, whose child can compare to our food? Su Xiyuan, the second child of Su, came over with his son in his arms, and the two children were together - one was white and fat, with skin like tender tofu; A thin and thin man with a black and yellow face, he can't be nourished at a glance, and the contrast is not too obvious!

Huang Qiuling couldn't help but ask again: "Sister, what are your children feeding now?" ”

Su Yun concealed the milk powder and said, "I used japonica rice to grind, boiled it into a thick rice noodle soup, and then served it with some egg yolks." Sometimes, add some chopped young vegetable leaves, add a little salt, and drip a drop of sesame oil in the rice noodle soup...... Fu Ya likes to eat lately. ”

"Or sister, you can raise children! When my father came back after buying rice, I would also make it for the second baby to eat! Huang Qiuling looked at the chubby Fuwa-like niece in her arms, and then looked at her black and thin son, and felt very uncomfortable.

Su Erwa healed the scar and forgot the pain, and when she saw the little sister in her mother's arms, she stretched out her little paw again, and smiled like a second fool. Fu Ya retreated, frowning and dodging. She was a little crazy in her heart: children are so annoying! Can't you look at people's faces? Can't you be honest in your father's arms? Why do you keep harassing her?

Song Ziran had never dealt with children much in her previous life, and she didn't know that a child who was less than a year old would make such a fuss!

Su Yun saw that his younger siblings were holding him a little hard, and he was afraid that she would fall on the old lady's heart, so he hurriedly took it. Fuya buried her face in her mother's arms, ignoring the second baby who was screaming on the side to attract her attention: When can I go home? I'm so tired!

Zhao looked at the sky and said to his daughter and eldest son: "Your father and younger brother, it is estimated that they will not be able to come back for a while." Yun'er has to go back in the next day, let's eat first, don't wait for them! ”

Su Yun hurriedly said: "Don't worry, we have an ox cart." Besides, we miss her grandfather too, don't we? ”

Fu Ya forced out a "um" word. She still saw her grandfather once on the day of the full moon, and she liked this grandfather who always had a gentle smile, even if he was in rough clothes, he couldn't hide his temperament. Seeing him, she couldn't help but pop out of her mind with seven words - there is poetry and books in her belly.

The most agreeable thing is that the name given to her by her grandfather is exactly the same as the pronunciation of her name in her previous life, and she likes it very much!

Zhao and Huang Qiuling heard the movement in her mouth and leaned back with laughter. Zhao Shi was even more pleasantly surprised: "This little thing." How old are you to understand words? also said 'um', do you really miss your grandfather? ”

Huang Qiuling said suspiciously: "Can't you?" How old is she? What do you know? Coincidentally, right? "The baby who is only more than six months old has only seen the old man once, what can I remember?

Fu Ya glanced at Huang Qiuling lightly, turned her head to look at her mother, and rushed at her, "Ah, ah!" "I screamed twice—my little belly was hungry and wanted to eat!

Su Yun understood in seconds, stuffed her daughter into her father's arms, and said to Zhao: "Fuya is hungry, I'll go get her something to eat!" ”

Zhao went into the kitchen with her and said, "There is still some rice at home, or ...... Cook rice porridge for two children? ”

Su Yun mashed the rice with a stone mortar, put it in a casserole, boiled it slowly, boiled out the thick rice oil, put it out to cool, and then mashed the egg yolk and put it in to stir and stir. Su Erwa ate wolf, and Fuya ate slowly. She was eating egg yolk porridge in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the baked potatoes in her grandmother's hands - dipped in fine pepper and salt, it must be delicious!

Su Yun couldn't help laughing, took a peeled small potato from Zhao's hand, and put it to her mouth to tease her: "Do you want to eat it?" If you want to eat, just nod! ”

Fu Ya didn't cooperate, staring at her accusatory-what are you teasing the dog? We also have tempers, huh! Don't push me to do tricks! I'm crying so fiercely, the kind that can't be coaxed!

Zhao couldn't look at it, and patted his daughter: "You see that you are in a hurry with the child!" Is there a mother like you? ”

Su Yun then sent the potatoes to her daughter's mouth. Fu Ya is angry - we have backbone, don't eat the food that comes to us...... Ahh It smells so good!

Zhao thought that her granddaughter, who only had two small teeth, was just chattering and licking the taste. Who would have thought that this little thing would use only two teeth to bite down a fingernail-sized potato wedge. She hurriedly took it out: "Oops! You can't eat like this, be careful of stuck in your throat! ”

Fu Ya looked at her grandmother with tears - people gnawed it down with their strength, why did they take out the potatoes in their mouths?

Zhao scalded a coarse porcelain bowl with boiling water, crushed the baked potatoes, crushed them with a garlic pestle, and ordered some sugar water to put them into a potato paste.

She handed the bowl to Su Yun and said, "Try it this way." Don't feed too much, just give her a taste! ”

Su Yun dug a little with a spoon. Fu Ya is like a little swallow waiting to be fed, waiting with her mouth wide open. Mashed potatoes in the mouth, facey, rustling, with a hint of sweetness. Fu Ya said that she was not satisfied - just add some milk and egg yolks!

What made her even more dissatisfied was that she only tasted two bites of this mashed potato and was taken to the "saliva baby", but she could only continue to eat her tasteless egg yolk porridge.

Especially when Grandpa came back, everyone gathered around the table to eat fragrant braised hare. Even the almost one-year-old "saliva baby" can taste potatoes dipped in broth, but she can only smell the fragrance and drool. Alas! When will she grow up!

Hungry and hungry, the poor child could not resist the call of the god of sleep and fell asleep. In her dream, there was a large table of delicacies in front of her, a roast chicken leg in her left hand and a roast lamb chop in her right hand, gnawing on her mouth full of oil.