A night of passion.

When she woke up, Xie Zhaodi had a sore back and weak legs.

Cheng Jingshen, a man, said no, but his body was very honest.

He has a Sven appearance, who would have thought that under Sven's appearance, there is such a fierce fighting power.

And he got up early, and by the time Xie Zhaodi got up from the bed, Cheng Jingshen had already boiled a big pot of porridge in the kitchen.

Just eat the steamed buns in the pot.

Entering the door and seeing that Cheng Yueyuan hadn't woken up yet, Cheng Jingshen obviously felt a little uneasy.

He deliberately wanted to explain that Xie Zhaodi would give the child more food, but after seeing the sleepy-eyed Xie Zhaodi, he didn't say anything.

Anyway, he said to believe her and see what she would do.

So the words that were originally going to be handed over to the metabolic Zhaodi to feed the child became

"It's still early, you can sleep again, I buried a charcoal fire on the stove, and the porridge won't be cold."

"I don't sleep." Xie Zhaodi is not a lazy person, besides, she still has to get up to work to earn hard work, and she has to cook and send it to the town in a while.

Although she really doesn't want to go, she hasn't completely broken up yet, and her reputation is not good if she doesn't go, and she is afraid that they will come to the house to make trouble and scare Yuanyuan again.

got up, Xie Zhaodi watched Cheng Jingshen walk in the direction of the village school at the door.

When his voice disappeared, she entered the kitchen, opened the lid of the pot, and found that Cheng Jingshen had not moved any of the steamed buns inside.

He steamed a little more wowotou and sweet potatoes, insisting on leaving the good ones for her and Yuanyuan.

The porridge in the pot is boiled very lightly, and there is not much grain left in the rice tank, he is afraid that the cooking will be too thick, and it will be difficult to cook without rice at the end of the month.

Hey, Xie Zhaodi took the porridge in the pot out of a bowl, and then went to the house to wake up Yuanyuan, and told her to get up, wash her face and wash her hands, and prepare to eat.

After eating, she had to send Yuanyuan to Aunt Wang's house.

When Yuanyuan woke up, she was in a daze, she opened her eyes and saw that she was sleeping in her own home, her eyes were full of curiosity:

"Mom, when did I come back?"

"Mom and Dad came back with you last night." When I came back last night, Yuan Yuan hadn't woken up yet.

Xie Zhaodi put shoes on Yuanyuan and took her to the kitchen to eat.

Looking at the big white steamed buns in the bowl, her round eyes lit up, and then she pouted, and she remembered most of the steamed buns that were snatched away by her grandmother yesterday.

Today she has to eat quickly, and she can't let the bad guys snatch her steamed buns anymore.

After the mother and daughter finished breakfast, Xie Zhaodi packed some grains, took a few eggs, and took Yuanyuan to Aunt Wang's house.

Aunt Wang was willing to show Xie Zhaodi the child, but she refused to accept those things:

"How much can a child eat, you haven't finished what you got yesterday, take it back quickly."

"Aunt Wang, you just accept it, my mother is seriously injured, maybe I have to send her food these days, and I have to trouble you to help me watch Yuanyuan for a few days!" Xie Zhaodi said, and without saying anything, she stuffed the bowl with food and eggs into Aunt Wang'er's hand.

This made Aunt Wang embarrassed: "How many days will it take?" I'm afraid it won't work, I can still watch it at home for you when it rains, and if it doesn't rain, I'll have to go out to earn work. ”

"It's okay, Aunt Wang, if the rain doesn't fall, I won't let you help watch it, isn't it still raining now!" Although Xie Zhaodi said this, she knew in her heart that it had rained for two months.

There are still many heavy rains to come, and there is no stopping at all.

In the previous life, it rained for three months, and then it couldn't help it, and the work in the fields was done by the villagers in the rain.

This year, the harvest in the fields was very bad, and in the winter, every household in the village had a hard time, because there was not much food distributed, and the big guys could not eat enough.

Thinking of this, Xie Zhaodi sighed, this rural person lives on that bit of land, whether you can eat enough depends not only on whether you are diligent or not, but also depends on the will of God.

After putting Yuanyuan at Aunt Wang's house, Xie Zhaodi went down the mountain and returned to her parents' house.

The doors of the house were open, she pushed the door directly and walked in, this is a lot of people, there is no awareness of locking the door.

She went into the kitchen and first lit a fire and boiled a large pot of water.

Then he walked slowly into the yard, grabbed two chickens from the chicken coop, and picked out a few eggs.

When the water in the pot boiled, Xie Zhaodi filled two buckets of boiling water, came to the well, and slaughtered the necks of the two chickens with a knife in her hand.

Xie Zhaodi doesn't know how to kill chickens, her methods are simple and rude.

When the chickens are killed, they are thrown into a bucket to be scalded and plucked.

The back is the action, which is considered to be done in one go.

Although she doesn't know how to kill chickens, she has been a cook for a few years in her previous life, so she will naturally not be rusty with her cooking skills.

After plucking the feathers, she took another wooden board, chopped all the chickens into pieces, and washed them.

I got the chickens, scraped a bunch of potatoes, picked a few tomatoes from the yard and went back to the kitchen.

When she filled the boiling water before, Xie Zhaodi had already stuffed the rice in the pot, and when she went in again, the rice in the pot was already cooked through, fragrant, and she cooked a pot of white rice.

She lit the fire under the other pot, and boiled the oil, and the large lump of lard in the oil tank was all eaten by Xie Zhaodi, and there was no seasoning at home, only some chili peppers, garlic, and star anise picked from her yard.

After putting the seasoning in the pot and frying it first, Xie Zhaodi put the chicken pieces in the pot and stir-fried them with white wine.

Finally, the chicken pieces are browned, and then the potatoes are put in the pot and boiled in water.

After simmering for two hours, after seeing that the chicken in the pot was stewed, Xie Zhaodi took a bowl of chopsticks, filled a large bowl of rice and meat, and put it in the cupboard.

When I arrived at the gate of the courtyard again, I called a little boy in the village, gave him two chicken feet and a piece of meat, and asked him to help call the uncles and uncles who helped carry Niu Feng yesterday to come over for dinner.

When the little boy got the food, he was so happy that he ran out as soon as he smoked it.

After a while, those uncles came, and when they saw Xie Zhaodi entertaining them at her mother's house, they all frowned and asked Xie Zhaodi why she ate and didn't go to her house to eat.

Xie Zhaodi explained that it was because her family was small, so many people went and there was no place to sit.

Soon, the kitchen table was full.

Some uncles not only come to eat by themselves, but also bring their families with them.

Xie Zhaodi was not unhappy at all, she welcomed them warmly, and as long as anyone came, she handed them a bowl of hot rice.

Looking at the fragrant chicken pieces on the table, those people's eyes were straight, they had never eaten such a good thing during the New Year's holidays.

It's just that some people still suspect that this is not good:

"Zhao Di, you killed all the chickens, can your father and mother agree when they come back?"

"If you don't agree, you can't help it, I have to thank your uncles, and you also said yesterday that you want meat dishes, in addition to killing chickens this year, where else can I go to give the whole meat dishes?" Xie Zhaodi's face was full of helplessness.

Seeing this, Xie Li said a little unhappily:

"Isn't it just chicken, we helped their family so much, what's wrong with eating meat, it's okay, uncles, eat boldly."

Some people started to talk, and the others didn't say anything, and those people sat together and ate with a smile.

I don't know who said it:

"Such a good dish, it would be nice if there was a little wine, any of you have wine to bring it, drink some together, and the money will be shared!"

"I have it at home." Xie Zhaodi picked up the conversation.

She found a hoe, went to the yard, and dug out a jar of aging wine that her father had buried under the willow tree, which was sent by her father-in-law and mother-in-law to Xie Tieba, the father-in-law.

Buried under the tree for several years, Xie Tie Stick was not willing to drink a sip.

The aroma of the wine was strong, and a room full of people was immediately satisfied.

Seeing these people eating meat and drinking a lot, Xie Zhaodi sneered in her heart, these people really thought that this meal was so delicious, and when her father and mother came back, they found that the chicken had been eaten, and they had to go door to door to make a personal turn.

You know, these days, chickens are the life of a family.

She naturally has a way to let her father and mother count all these things on these people's heads.

But at the moment, she doesn't understand the voice, and she smiles smartly:

"Uncles and aunts, you eat and drink well, I won't accompany you, I still have to go to the town and bring food to my parents."