He Qianjin looked at Su Qingfeng, his heart was full of thoughts, and in the end he could only sigh, "I have to go home and discuss it." ”

Even if his family's conditions are good, if he wants to come up with a job place, he will still be greatly damaged.

Deng Xiaoya was still a little unwilling.

The He family gives outsiders a job, so it's better to give it to her!

Especially this outsider, he is still a fool Su Qingfeng!

She was indignant in her heart, and her fingers were unconsciously forced, until He Qianjin took a light breath of cold air, and she found that He Qianjian's hand had left a row of crimson nail prints.

He Qianjin was in pain, and he wanted to scold, but in front of people, he couldn't say anything.

It's just that for Deng Xiaoya in the bottom of my heart, I felt impatient for the first time.

He Qianjin and Deng Xiaoya walked away.

The people of Sujia Village also left under the pretext.

Only the three people in the ward were left looking at each other.

Su Qingfeng looked at the pale and thin woman, hesitated, and shouted tentatively: "Mother." ”

Just this sentence made Bai Jing's eyes red.

She even rushed forward, carefully hugged Su Qingfeng, and cried, "Mother's Xiaobao, you can be regarded as back!" ”

Xiaobao ......

Su Qingfeng was slightly ashamed.

In his previous life, he was in his twenties, and he was about to run to three, he had eaten all the major cuisines, he was a famous eater, coupled with his good cooking skills, and operating a food self-media account was also a small achievement.

It's just that it's so big, and it's the first time it's called Xiaobao.

As he spoke, Bai Jing didn't know where to come from, and brought out a bowl of millet porridge and two big red dates.

In these years, although it is not as good as before, there is still a shortage of food and clothing.

Millet and red dates, which are high-standard treatment only for patients.

Bai Jing can be said to treat Su Qingfeng, the only precious egg, as her eyes hurt.

Seeing his son staring intently at the slightly thin millet porridge in front of him, Bai Jing's smile became more and more loving, and he handed the millet porridge forward, "Son, the millet porridge in the hospital canteen is notoriously fragrant. If you like it, mother...... Mother buy again! Drink it! ”

Su Qingfeng was heavy in his hand.

The soft and glutinous fragrance of millet, mixed with the sweet smell of red dates, penetrated into Su Qingfeng's nose.

He swallowed his saliva, gently scooped up a spoonful of millet porridge, and put it in his mouth.

The porridge is thin and the millet is slightly hard.

Just such a bowl of tasteless millet porridge, but at this time, Su Qingfeng drank it with relish.

A bowl of porridge and gruel went down to the stomach, and the hungry stomach was considered to be two points full.

Su Qingfeng looked at the remaining red date and beckoned to Bai Jing, "Mother." ”

Bai Jing stepped forward.

Su Qingfeng, with an attitude that could not be refused, put it in her hands.

She repeatedly refused, and Su Qingfeng simply stuffed the red dates into her mouth.

Seeing her chewing a red date, as if she was tasting some kind of delicacies, no matter how indifferent Su Qingfeng was, she couldn't help but feel a little sour in her heart.

In this era, the most scarce thing is food......

"State Banquet Chef Cultivation System Loading......"

"Main goal: Become a State Banquet Master (0.1%)."

"Side Target: None yet"

"Warehouse: Not Available"

"Special Skill: Smell and Distinguish Smell (Lv 1)"

"Star dishes: braised pork (two stars), leek eggs (one star)"

System?

Su Qingfeng looked at the pictures of braised pork and leek eggs on the panel.

It was obviously a home-cooked side dish that he was tired of eating in his previous life, but at this time, he was so mouthful that he couldn't wait to eat braised pork and cook him three bowls of rice.

It is best to have a plate of yellow and clear farmhouse eggs fried wild onions, the meat fragrance of the local eggs is accompanied by the domineering aroma of wild onions, and the oily color can be called the best food therapy.

So, Su Qingfeng looked at the two pictures and drank millet porridge for five days in a row.

By the time I returned to the Red Star Brigade from town, it was already afternoon.

It's just that it's still early, and the people in the field haven't finished work yet.

It was difficult for Su Qingfeng to go far away.

When he got out of the ox cart, he felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.

Even Bai Jing, who seemed to be weak on the side, accepted the ox cart well.

On the way back to Su's house, many people in the village couldn't help but widen their eyes when they saw Su Qingfeng.

Although I already knew that the baby pimple in the fourth room of the Su family had become smarter.

But when they saw it with their own eyes, they couldn't help but be surprised.

"Siwei's family, Qingfeng is good?"

Bai Jing swept away the bitter appearance of the previous years and smiled, "Well." Our family is breezy and smart when we are young, how can we be fools for the rest of our lives. He has been a blessing to our old Su family since he was a child. ”

"Back then, when the breeze was just born, there was a female goat running down the mountain. When I was one year old, a large carp jumped at my feet as I walked along the river. ...... when I was two years old"

Okay.

In addition to Xiaobao's nickname, there is now a new one.

Blessed eggs.

There were also people next to him who couldn't get used to Bai Jing's smug appearance, and couldn't help but say angrily, "Even if it's a lucky egg, doesn't my wife still run away with others?" ”

"Run, run, just like her, I'm not too rare to ask for it. I want to marry a beautiful daughter-in-law. ”

Listening to Su Qingfeng's words, the crowd burst into laughter.

An aunt teased, "Deng Xiaoya is very good-looking, you can't even look down on Deng Xiaoya, is it possible that you still want to find a daughter-in-law in the city?" ”

Su Qingfeng pondered for a moment and said seriously, "It's not impossible." ”

The crowd laughed again.

Now that the autumn harvest is approaching, the task in the field is heavy.

After chatting for a long time, a large number of people returned to work in the fields.

Only Bai Jing and Su Qingfeng were left to return to the Su family's old mansion.

The Su family has a total of four sons, except for the third child, who had an accident that year, there are still three sons left.

The boss Su Dajun has a lively temperament and is a good big brother in the eyes of his brothers.

The second child said it nicely, he doesn't like to talk, he is showy, and he says it ugly, that is, he can't beat a fart with a shot.

Fortunately, he has the strength to work, like an old scalper, and he has done it all year round, and his life is stable.

As for the fourth child, that is, Su Qingfeng's father, he is an authentic second-rate son.

Not long ago, because the old lady couldn't see and didn't want to see him idle all day, she was driven to repair the dam.

The old mansion is a four-room blue brick and tile house, and in Sujia Village, and even the entire Red Star Brigade, it is all first-class and bright.

Because of this, I don't know how many girls rushed to marry the three brothers of the Su family.

There is a large piece of self-reserved land in front of the big blue brick house, which is lush and green.

Next to the self-reserved land, there are two free-range chickens, pouting their buttocks one by one, strolling in the small courtyard.

In Su Qingfeng's memory, these two hens couldn't beat two eggs a day.

So, his grandmother saved all these eggs, and waited for the autumn harvest and the New Year, and then exchanged some fine grains, and then exchanged some bud grain noodles and coarse grains to live.

In Su Qingfeng's memory, during the Chinese New Year, he could taste a spoonful of egg custard.

The old lady's cooking skills are not good, and she cooks with less oil and less salt.

But even such a spoonful of egg custard, coupled with a few drops of sesame oil, has become one of the few delicious foods in Su Qingfeng's memory.

He swallowed his saliva, scratching his heart and lungs directly in his stomach, and he was so hungry that he wanted to gnaw on himself.