Xiaobao had already started eating by himself with a little spoon in hand. With his little mouth bulging, he smiled sweetly and said, "Mom, the fish is so delicious!"

The squirrel mandarin fish is a dish with a sweet taste, which suits Xiaobao's taste very well. Su Yue gave him another chopstick and said, "If it's delicious, eat more."

Su Yue shaved off almost all the fish bones in this dish, leaving only some big skeletons. They were all children, including two two-year-olds, and I was really worried that they would get stuck.

"Auntie, I like to eat fish." This was what Haohao said.

Before Su Yue could say anything, Hao Hao was overthrown by his cousin Dahu, "You're talking nonsense. My dad caught a fish the day before yesterday and you didn't even eat it."

It looks like you are not a good boy because you can tell lies so much.

"Humph! I just like it." A trace of blush appeared on Haohao's face, and he turned his head proudly.

"Eat it quickly, the fish will become fishy when it's cold." Su Yue said with a smile.

In my heart, I am amused that these children are not honest enough to eat a meal.

After Su Yue tried to persuade them twice, the children were embarrassed to move their chopsticks. Once they started eating, they couldn't stop eating.

The next second, several pairs of chopsticks were grabbing the squirrel mandarin fish. They had never eaten such delicious fish, and it was even more delicious than pork dumplings.

"Auntie, the clay pot was so... so good." Dahu stuffed a big mouthful of fish into his mouth, took another bite of the steamed bun, and said inarticulately.

The other children were speechless. When they heard Dahu's words, they just nodded indiscriminately and said "hmm" twice to express their agreement.

The food was so delicious that they could swallow their tongues. There was no time to talk. All they could see was the food on the table. They wished they had bigger stomachs and more delicious food.

Under the care of her sister, Xiaoguozi also ate well. Xiaoduo is a good sister, and she also knows how to take care of her younger brother. His eldest brother Xiaojun has forgotten that he has a younger brother.

He devours everything and eats more ferociously than anyone else.

Su Yue couldn't help but sigh, if there were seven or eight children in this family, they would have to eat in pots every day, let alone after they were ten years old.

What’s even more terrifying is that this is the time when a half-grown boy is living in poverty.

After drinking the last sip of soup, several children slumped on the chairs holding their stomachs, "I feel so strong, I can't walk anymore."

Wei Xiaojun was a funny person, and he patted his belly, "Look, I look like I'm pregnant. Sister, you were like this when you were in my mother's belly."

Wei Xiaoduo rolled her eyes and ignored her stupid brother.

Su Yue didn't eat much, because she underestimated the appetite of these children. A seven- or eight-year-old boy could eat three steamed buns as big as an adult man's fist. Even the little girl Xiaoduo ate two.

The vegetable soup on the plate had been dipped clean by these boys with the steamed buns, and the porcelain white plate was shiny even without washing.

So she could only wait until night to turn on the small stove for herself.

At this time, people have no fat or water in their stomachs. If they eat whole grains and coarse noodles every day, they will never be full, and they will be digested with just a little movement.

Su Yue's meal was full of color, flavor and flavor, and she was willing to put in oil. She ate all the vegetables that children dislike most.

The food has never been so good during the Chinese New Year. No, everyone is so greedy that they have to stuff it into their stomachs even if they can't eat it anymore.

Su Yue saw that they were really uncomfortable, so she got up and took out the hawthorn pills. She made them herself using the hawthorn in the space. One child took two pills, which is helpful for digestion.

At this time, smoke was rising from every house, and the children who were playing outside all went home to eat one by one.

The old lady of the Wang family carried a bamboo basket on her arm and asked loudly when she entered the door: "Boss, wife, has that little bastard Dahu come back with his brother?"

The tiger mother was cooking in the kitchen. She was a little dissatisfied when she heard her mother-in-law say that about her precious son. How could any grandmother say that about her grandson? Her son is a little brat, so what is her mother-in-law?

But no matter how dissatisfied she was, she didn't dare to show it on her face. After all, the family hadn't been separated yet, and her mother-in-law still had the final say in everything at home.

Wiping his hands, he hurried out and said with a smile: "Mom, Dahu took Haohao out to play. He should be on the way now."

"I haven't seen this little brat all afternoon. I asked him to take Haohao with him. I don't know where Ye Ye went." Mrs. Wang put down the basket, which contained a shallow layer of wild shepherd's purse.

"Second daughter-in-law, wash these wild vegetables and eat them cold later."

"Hey, I got it, Mom." A gentle voice came, and a delicate woman came out of the kitchen. She was soft and frail, with a slightly bulging belly. She looked like she was three or four months old.

The big tiger mother curled her lips and looked at her coldly, "What are you pretending to do?" She also spoke with a pinched voice. No matter how much she pretends to be a city dweller, she will never become a city dweller.

When the meal was ready and the whole family had finished cooking, the two children did not come back.

Mrs. Wang couldn't help but worry a little. Usually when it's dinner time, Dahu, the kid, runs faster than anyone else and goes home early. What's going on today? If you don't come back even after dark, nothing will happen.

Bar!

Thinking of this, Mrs. Wang couldn't sit still. Her daughter left the child here. How could she explain to her what happened to the child?

"Boss, go and look outside. What's going on with these two children?" Mrs. Wang said anxiously.

Big Tiger Dad stood up, and as soon as he opened the door to the yard, he saw two small figures in the darkness slowly walking towards the house.

Dahu's dad also breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and said, "Mom, there's no need to look for her, she's already back."

Mrs. Wang stood up abruptly, pulled her son away and rushed out, "Dahu, you little brat, you still know how to come back and take your brother to the wild? Huh?"

"Ah, grandma, it hurts so much, let go, let go."

Dahu was just savoring the delicacies of the evening when he saw a shadow rushing toward him. Before he could react, his ears were grabbed.

Regardless of whether it hurts or not, let him howl first and then talk about it. This is the experience gained from being beaten, and it is the most useful for dealing with his breasts.

"You little brat..." Mrs. Wang was angry and funny. She didn't know whether it hurt or not. She hadn't used her hands hard yet, so she howled very loudly.

"Nay, my dear grandma, are you willing to beat such a cute grandson?" Dahu blinked and hugged Mrs. Wang's arm with a playful smile.

"Why can't I let go? If you make a mistake, you should be beaten." Mrs. Wang said with a straight face.

"Oh, grandma, you have wronged your dear grandson. I didn't make a mistake today. I even took Hao Hao to have a big dinner, isn't that Hao Hao?" Dahu winked at Hao Hao.

Speak for me now, or I won't take you out to play next time.

Mrs. Wang looked at Haohao and said, "Is what your cousin said true?"

But I didn’t believe it in my heart. What a feast. I must have taken Haohao up the mountain to catch sparrows and roast them for dinner!

The roast was dark and there was no meat, so there was nothing to eat.
Chapter completed!