So Ms. Gu no longer saves eggs. She eats one every day and sometimes cooks one for her children. She has a son and the children are still growing, so she is willing to part with them. And their sweet potatoes are,
It's also very long.
Qi Zhong brought one back. It was big and delicious. Even if it was eaten raw, it would still be sweet.
Qi You'er doesn't really want to eat meat, because sometimes even when Qi Zhong buys meat, he only buys fat ones. Pork belly is the most popular, and he usually doesn't like the lean ones. Qi You'er ate it a few times.
She had long been tired of eating it, so she refused to eat it even if I asked her to eat it. Her favorite was sweet potato puree, and she didn’t know how Gu made it. She chopped the sweet potato and added some sugar to it.
It's steamed to a pulp and tastes dry and sweet. Take a bite with a spoon and you'll have endless aftertaste.
"Mom, when will things get better?" Qi Youer stood on her toes and looked at her big pot stove. She was pitiful now. She had degenerated from an adult to a child and was not as tall as the head of the pot. Even if she could stand on her toes,
He is also small and pitiful,
"It's almost ready," Mrs. Gu pinched her eager little face, "I really don't know what you are thinking, little girl. You don't like meat, but you prefer to eat these things?"
"Mom's cooking is delicious," Qi Youer gave full play to his coquettish skills, his small mouth seemed to be covered with honey, no matter how he said it, it would sound nice.
Qi Youer stuck out his tongue in embarrassment. Needless to say, there are many things to wear, but no one can flatter you. There is no one who doesn't like to hear good things. Of course, the same goes for Gu.
You'er was very anxious to wait, but the wait was finally worth it, because her favorite mashed sweet potato was ready. Mrs. Gu gave her a small bowl. In fact, she wanted them on the wooden cabinet.
It’s a big bowl, but even if you give her a big bowl, she might finish it.
Such a big bowl was for Qi Zhong to eat. If she really finished eating, her belly might burst.
Qi Youer held her own small bowl and sat on the chair obediently to eat. Occasionally she would raise her head from the bowl and see Mrs. Gu sewing a small dress. The small dress was made of her own
The clothes she wore before were changed to make them smaller, and some of them did not need to be changed. They were all the ones she had used before. Fortunately, children in ancient times, whether they were boys or girls, wore the same clothes.
They are probably the same, and of course there are not many styles to choose from.
She continued to stuff her mouth with mashed sweet potatoes, thinking in her mind, wondering what her little brother looked like, if he looked like her. If he looked like the third sister, he would be a handsome boy. However, she frowned
, it’s better not to be unlike the third sister, just be like her.
She is not too good-looking, nor is she too ugly. She should be more beautiful as she grows longer. The face of the third sister is really too much. It would be okay for a woman to look like that, but if a man looks like that
In that case, she was really afraid that her younger brother would not be able to get a wife in the future.
And she didn't realize that she was only two or three years old now, and her younger brother hadn't been born yet. What was she thinking about?
Qi You'er, who was more than three years old, once again stood in front of his family's field. The sweet potatoes in the field were almost dug by the diligent Qi Zhong, because Qi Zhong wanted to plant wheat quickly, but Qi You'er felt that,
Don't plant wheat on this land first. She has never planted it before, but the land needs to be nourished. She understands such things. There are no compound fertilizers here, let alone carefully selected seeds. Therefore, these fields grow
Let’s see how good the wheat can be.
But Qi Zhong only wanted to grow wheat, so as a young person, most of the things she said were childlike, and it was impossible for him to change his mind, so she didn't understand.
, Sure enough, after digging all the sweet potatoes, Qizhong started planting wheat without feeling tired, and the people here did the same, some even earlier than Qizhong.
Qi You'er kept frowning as he watched. Don't they all know about the things that lead people to do things but don't achieve what they want?
The sweet potatoes at home were also piled into mountains, and Qi Zhong sold some, so their cellar was still full of them. This was the only thing Qi Youer liked the most, that is, she could eat them all winter long.