After Erbao was seen by Mr. Qian, his physical condition gradually stabilized, and his temperament was also very well-behaved, and he never made trouble.

It's just that Xiaozui follows her mother, she doesn't drink rice soup, and there is no honey added to the milk powder, so she must add sugar, otherwise she won't drink it.

She didn't cry like Dabao, she tore her throat and kicked her legs hard to howl, just humming softly.

Since childhood, he has grasped the means to make people soft-hearted.

Fu Jingyou dotes on Erbao so much that he doesn't like to talk, and every day after cooking adults, he coaxes this little one.

At home, milk powder, malt cream, brown sugar, and white sugar are never broken.

After taking out his efforts, he still has to go to the mountains to hang out.

I've been there ten times, and I can always bring back the rare little hanging honey of Lu Miao in the past.

He has a lively mind and can think about ideas.

When he came back, he found some wooden planks nailed into small boxes, sprinkled some brown sugar into them, and smeared some honey, and put them in a hidden place in the cracks of the rocks in the mountains.

When I looked at it every once in a while, I really heard the "buzzing" sound of bees inside.

There's a swarm of bees resting in it.

Afterwards, Fu Jingyou concocted the same method, and nailed a few small boxes and scattered them.

Later, when I looked at the time, three of the five boxes had bee colonies inside, which was a surprise.

At the beginning of winter a year ago, several beehives harvested two jars full of nectar one after another.

If it weren't for the fact that the bees needed enough food for the winter, Fu Jingyou had left a reservation in the beehive, otherwise he could have received another jar back.

Two jars of honey are enough for Erbao to eat.

Not only is it enough for Erbao to eat, but when you give Lu Miao stewed snow and white fungus, you can also add a few spoonfuls.

As time went on, it was getting colder and colder.

The cold blue on Lu Miao's skin had gradually faded, and although his face was still pale, his hands and feet were not as cold as before.

But Rao is like this, she still has no intention of waking up.

Fu Jingyou seems to have accepted everything and has become accustomed to it.

He understood Lu Miao's difficulties.

It is not easy to know that she can hold on until now.

He didn't ask her to wake up in a short time, he just wanted her to be stable and not deteriorate.

Take it easy......

There will be more and more medicines that can be used in the future...... Hope will also grow.

It's going to be fine.

"It's going to be fine, isn't it?"

Fu Jingyou hugged Erbao and sat on the edge of the bed and kissed him.

"Isn't it? Xia Xia. ”

Erbao looked at him and giggled, his dark eyes were the same as Lu Miao's.

Watery, beautiful like black jade immersed in water.

Fu Jingyou was in the same mood as usual, looking at these watery and immature smiling eyes, his nose was sour, and his heart was heavy again.

He put Erbao beside Lu Miao and carried the chair to the backyard.

The sun was just right outside, and he wanted Lu Miao to bask in the sun.

Fu Jingyou came back and hugged the quilt and went to the backyard shop, thinking that the New Year was about to come, so he said to Tang Mei:

"It's about to be the New Year, won't my aunt go back and take a look? Dad's side is also alone. ”

Tang Mei immersed herself in cooking:

"What if I'm gone? Did you expect that? ”

"I can take care of it."

"What can you cook? What should I do if Dabao cries? ”

"I'll coax."

"Erbao is crying?"

"Just as coaxing."

"What about crying together?"

“……”

Fu Jingyou was silent for a short time and said:

"Coax Erbao first."

“……”

Tang Mei didn't speak.

Fu Jingyou laid out the quilt on the chair, turned around and said:

"Dabao porcelain."

It was better for him not to explain, Tang Mei nailed the kitchen knife to the board with a "snort":

"Porcelain just let him cry?"

Fu Jingyou thought in his heart, Dabao is a kid, and he looks like porcelain.

It's a lot worse than Erbao's congenital deficiencies, and it's okay to cry.

It can be seen that Tang Mei put on a face, and he didn't say anything more.

Tang Mei said: "Let's do this first, your father is not seventy or eighty, he is such a big person, and he still can't take care of himself?" ”

Fu Jingyou let out a sullen "um", went up to the front room to pick up Lu Miao, and carefully placed it on the chair.

He brought the quilt to Lu Miao to cover and fold, and then went to the house to move the idle old-fashioned baby shaker borrowed from the village.

Put the big treasure and the two treasures in and cover them, covering their little faces so that the sun will not shine on their eyes.

Fu Jingyou carried the little horse and sat between the shaker and the chair.

Tang Mei said that the stewed pigeon soup was ready, he got up again and went to serve it, put a towel on Lu Miao's chin, and he took a small sip to blow it and feed it to Lu Miao.

After feeding a bowl, there are still some porcelain cups left.

Erbao is always thinner than his brother, so Fu Jingyou said to feed Erbao to drink.

Tang Mei didn't let him feed:

"Newborn children are pure yang, and pigeons are yang, and she will get hot when she drinks them...... You just drink the rest and eat all the stewed meat and red dates inside. ”

Fu Jingyou shook his head: "You eat, auntie." ”

Tang Mei also shook her head; "I've been on fire lately, so you can eat it."

There is nothing that is not on fire.

This is equivalent to the words of "I don't like to eat" in the mouths of my parents.

"The newly hatched pigeons from a while ago are about to be released, and there will be more and more pigeons at home."

Fu Jingyou said sullenly:

"A pigeon is not worth anything, planing it to Miao Miao, you can kill it at any time if you want to eat it, you don't have to always save this province and that."

"Hmm."

……

With Tang Mei helping to cook at home, Fu Jingyou gradually returned to normal, gradually became active in the production team, and participated in the collective work together.

Time continues to advance.

The end of the year is approaching, and it is another year to divide the labor, divide the rations, and take out the pigs and meat.

This year is the last year to kill collective pigs, and after that, it will be individual breeding.

Fu Jingyou was called to help at the threshing floor.

It was originally a festive event, but there was an accident this year, and when I came back, there was a quarrel at the He family.

The noise was so loud that even the big table on the He family's side was overturned.

The cause is still the pot of oil last year.

This year, the rapeseed planted by the He family in their own land was saved, and the oil was not squeezed at the end of the year.

The He family squeezed oil last year, and it was enough for daily food, but it couldn't be the same as last year, fried New Year's balls or something.

After dividing the meat at home, Chen Guifen thought that she didn't need to go out to fry the balls, so she planned to make some bacon.

Bacon is delicious and durable, so you can eat it slowly in the coming year.

Fu Jingyou divided the meat and came over to deliver something.

Chen Guifen asked him if he wanted to make something for him.

When sister-in-law Zhao Lanxiang heard this, she inevitably had to think about it more.

"Meat is not oil, a pot of oil is enough to eat for more than half a year, and this fat meat can't be grabbed twice a year."

Zhao Lanxiang stood in the courtyard with a weird yin and yang atmosphere:

"Mother, if you don't want to eat if you have eaten enough, your son and granddaughter haven't eaten enough!"

This is to say that Chen Guifen, a mother-in-law, has a biased heart, and the oil and meat in the family are only this one with a foreign surname.

Fu Jingyou is not stupid, and he can't hear such a simple meaning.

He divided the meat, and even if he made bacon, he used the meat he shared.

Could it be that he can still occupy the He family and her share?

Chen Guifen glanced at Zhao Lanxiang without worry.

Fu Jingyou didn't want to cause more trouble, so he said:

"Auntie, you don't have to worry about it, I'll do the same when I go home and do it myself."