Mangwa'er came back from buying tofu and coriander, put the remaining few hemp money out and put it on the board, turned around to leave, Xiaocui raised her face and said, "You are so unruly-" Mang'er asked in a panic: "What's wrong with me?" Xiao Cui didn't raise her head, her hand kept knocking and chopping the diced radish, and said: "Pick up the money, how did I give it to you just now, how can you give it back to me, what's the matter with putting it on the case?" Here, what kind of rules are these?" Xiao Cui chuckled. Turning the hemp money from his left hand to his right hand, he quickly stuffed it into Mangwa'er's pocket: "Brother is diligent, he loves the dead; It's a reward for your money. Mang'er took out the hemp money from the pocket of his shirt: "This-I don't want to ......" Xiaocui grabbed his outstretched hand and sent it back to the pocket of the shirt, and said with a smile: "Put it on, Brother Mang'er, you put it on, go to the street to buy a candy taer oil twist flower to eat; ”

Mang'er blushed and diverted the conversation: "You are only picking up the cheeks now, and you have to wait for a while to burn the pot and pull the bellows, so I'll pull the sawing first." Xiao Cui took out the coriander from the basket and threw it into his arms: "Sit down and choose vegetables." After the dish is chosen, dig out the ashes. After the ashes were cleaned, the water was wrenched...... Would you like to eat the hand-saving meal I am waiting for you?" Mang'er sat on a small stool beside the water tank, and the scent of coriander penetrated her nostrils. Xiao Cui sat on the stool in front of the board and cut the diced radish, grabbed the tofu and just cut it twice, tilted her face and pursed her lips and smiled: "My belt is open, Brother Mang'er, you tie it, my hands are thin." Mang'er hesitated and got up from the small stool, walked behind Xiao Cui and gently tied the loose belt. Xiao Cui stroked it with her hand and said, "It's too loose." Untie the heavy leash and tie it tighter. Mang'er untied it and tightened it, but before the knot was finished, Xiao Cui bluffed out again: "Ouch, Brother Mang'er, you cut off someone's waist!" Mang'er stopped and asked, "How should it be tied to fit the foot?" Xiao Cui took the knife and carefully cut the tofu, and said leisurely: "You are so stupid, it seems that the eighth generation character has never been tied to the belt!

If you can insert it into it, one hand will close the ruler!" Mang'er hung his hand hesitantly, he had already tied it three times, and he carefully pinched the tie with his fingers to avoid touching the moon-white cloth shirt on Xiao Cui's waist. Now he lifted his right hand and took it, according to Xiaocui's guidance, and inserted it against the backbone, the tie around the waist was stretched on the back of his hand, first touching the moon-white cloth shirt, and then he felt a strange warmth, and at that moment his body trembled, stunned. Xiao Cui shouted again: "Ouch, it's right to try it! What are you doing with stuffing your hands into people's waists all the time? The baby family is not shy!" Mang'er's face was crimson with shame, and she hurriedly pulled out her hand, muttering in her mouth to hide her embarrassment: "You deliberately make fun of people...... I won't eat, I'll go!" said and shook his hand and turned to leave, Xiao Cui threw down the knife and jumped to the door, clasped the door frame with both hands, tilted his head and smiled and recited a nursery rhyme: "Little brother, temper, play with others, don't know how to play, don't know how to play, beat with a fart, knock down to the ground, and play ...... It's good, it's good, it's my stove god!, you sit down and roar!" Mang'er was not embarrassed, and he was out of gas, so he sat down and lit the pot and pulled up the bellows.

Xiaocui poured clear oil into the back pot, and the firewood smoke at the mouth of the pot made her cough and bend over, and she sneezed again, wiped her eyes and said: "Brother Mang'er, playing is a joke and laughing, my sister has a word for you, you have to practice the ability to pull two feet five, and if you have a daughter-in-law in the future, your sister-in-law will not blame you for burning the pot and smoking...... but will not catch fire" Mang'er sighed calmly: "Oh yes! My house is so poor that I can't even afford a seat on the kang, where can I get the money to marry a daughter-in-law?" Xiaocui poured the diced red and white radish into the pot, made a crisp sound, and while stirring it with a shovel, she looked at Mang'er under the stove and laughed: "Brother Mang'er, you are worried, I will marry you a flower daughter-in-law: red skirt, yellow belly, and a puff of urine for you." That's a Tsubaki daughter-in-law: it doesn't cost money, there are many on the Tsubaki tree, and you can catch several ...... with one snap of your hand," he said and laughed out of tears.

Mang'er threw off the bellows pole and stood up: "You are still making fun of me, a poor baby! I am here to learn the craft, not your tricks......" Xiaocui stopped laughing, stared at Mang'er in surprise, took two steps forward, and whispered to the angry Mang'er's ear: "Don't you want Chun's daughter-in-law to give you a real daughter-in-law, do you want your sister-in-law to be your daughter-in-law?" Mang'er was so frightened that she screamed, covered her ears and sat down on the wooden pier under the stove with a red face: "You-still laugh at me......" Xiaocui forked her hands into her waist and said in a loud voice: "Kidding you?" Who is making fun of you? If you dare to ask me, I will go with you. You stand up and lead me away—see if I'm making fun of you?" Mang'er sat on the wooden pier and raised her face, looking at Xiaocui's ruthless faction, she compromised herself, and said with a smile: "Quietly, Xiaocui, beware of the grocery store when you hear it!" Xiaocui pursed the corners of her mouth: "You are talking to me, but you are afraid of the grocery store!" Mang'er sighed and said, "You are from the grocery store!"

Xiao Cui pushed open the lid of the front pot, scooped up the boiling water with a wooden scoop and poured it into the fried pan in the back pot, turned her head and smiled and said, "Sister, it would be nice if you were your person! Are you annoyed again?!" Mang'er listened, hurriedly lowered her head and pulled the bellows, and hurriedly stuffed the shavings firewood into the stove with her left hand, but she couldn't help but want to shed tears, and her chest was so breathless that she wondered what was wrong with her? Xiaocui didn't notice Mang'er, who quietly wiped away her tears, she just sprinkled the grain noodles into the pot with one hand, stirred the spoon handle vigorously with her right hand, and was still chanting a song in her mouth: "The dog burns the pot, the cat rolls the noodles, the dog chooses the green onion, the cat smashes the garlic, and the family has a reunion dinner......

Niu'er is not as tortured as an adult, she is thinner than her mother, with a slender neck and a thin head, leaning on her mother's body weakly. Probably not seeing oil and salt easily, the two big eyes stared at the piles of pickles, and couldn't stop smacking their mouths. She refused to listen to her mother's persuasion, and still twisted her mother's clothes vigorously to eat. He climbed to the mouth of the empty broken jar, put his thin little hand into the jar, dipped his finger in some salt water, filled it in his mouth, and finally couldn't help but reach out and grab a pickled bean, and put it in his mouth. The mother turned her head and saw it, looked at the child, and then at the vegetables in the basket, and hurriedly reached out to take the vegetables. The child cried.