Meng Yao raised her little face and smiled at Wu Aizhen, "Sister-in-law likes to drink it, I will often cook it and drink it from now on!"
Does that mean there is no more?
Wu Aizhen hummed and wanted to say that she had brought so little with her, but looking at Meng Yao's smiling face and thinking of the delicious food she had eaten these past few days, she became so angry that she stopped talking.
Eating the cold skin with a sigh of relief.
Meng Yao mixed the third bowl and handed it to Qi Mingan again.
Those eyes couldn't help but look at this eldest brother curiously.
To be honest, in this era, men are generally chauvinistic and are rarely seen loving their wives. Qi Mingan is an exception. He lets his wife do everything, especially her daughter-in-law, who is bullied faster than anyone else.
Meng Yao only glanced at Qi Mingan a few times, but a shadow suddenly blocked her face.
Meng Yao looked up and saw Qi Boyan, his eyes couldn't help but blink.
what?
Qi Boyan handed the green iron kettle in the basket to Meng Yao, completely blocking Meng Yao's sight calmly, and then said: "Drink, the ground is hot."
"oh!"
Meng Yao took it blankly.
As soon as she took it, Qi Boyan quietly bent down to clean up the messy things in the basket, working hard beyond words.
Meng Yao unscrewed the lid of the pot and drank the sour plum soup inside. While drinking, he watched Qi Boyan working.
It seems that the villain is also quite hard-working. When he returns home, he is not the kind of man who only knows how to eat. He will do whatever he is asked to do without any hesitation.
If this is done well...
The thought just escaped Meng Yao's mind and he quickly shook his head and shook it out.
What are you thinking? It's not her turn to train you.
Meng Yao hurriedly held the kettle and ran to sit next to Liu Cuihua. In such a big place, he had to sit next to her and squeezed in with her. Liu Cuihua reluctantly moved to the side, pointed to the cold skin in the bowl, and said to Meng Yao.
"It's definitely a good business to sell this thing in summer, but it's a pity that it only lasts a few days in hot weather."
"It's okay. I'll wait until next year to sell it. I'll make it for Mom first. Mom, is it delicious?"
Liu Cuihua glared at the coquettish Meng Yao, "With your skills, you can open a restaurant."
Meng Yao's eyes lit up, "I have this plan. When I make money, I will open a restaurant."
First in the town, then in the city, and finally all over the country.
Liu Cuihua reached out and touched Meng Yao's head, "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
She finally figured out that Yaoyao, like Boyan, was a troubled person and had her own plans for her own life. They couldn't stay in this small village.
I just don’t know…
Liu Cuihua squinted at Qi Boyan, then narrowed her eyes, "Boyan, have you tried it? This is much more delicious than the cold skin you took me to eat!"
Qi Boyan met his old mother's sharp eyes and slowly looked away.
Everyone had something to eat, except him.
Seeing this, Liu Cuihua made a "puff" sound, hugged Meng Yao who was sitting next to her, and smiled so happily.
Meng Yao didn't know why and asked in confusion: "Mom, why are you laughing?"
"Mom, you did a good job!"
Liu Cuihua was really happy. She had never seen her son deflated before, but now she finally saw him.
Deserve it.
Qi Boyan's eyes moved over again and flickered on Meng Yao's confused face. Just as he was about to speak, Wu Aizhen pulled the basket and made a loud splash.
There are pots and bowls inside, and when Wu Aizhen moves, they all make noises.
"Wu Aizhen!"
Liu Cuihua shouted loudly, and Wu Aizhen was so frightened that she almost knocked over the basket.
She held her steady and breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened and she laughed, "Mom, it didn't break!"
"Can you try moving it again?"
Liu Cuihua raised her eyebrows and threatened, but Wu Aizhen quickly let go, "I won't touch it. Isn't it okay if I don't touch it? Mom, I just want to see if there is any good-tasting water."
As she said that, she glanced sideways at the kettle on Meng Yao's left. When she drank from it just now, she noticed that it was water of that color.
Meng Yao saw Wu Aizhen looking at the kettle in her hand, holding it up to show her, grinning with her teeth bared, "Sister-in-law, this is mine, I didn't keep it at home."
Wu Aizhen muttered, "You can drink what's yours, I don't want to steal it from you."
After nagging Meng Yao, she gave up the idea of sour plum soup and stared at the basket again.
She lifted the basket just now and it felt quite heavy. There must be something in it.
Liu Cuihua wanted to knock Wu Aizhen, knowing that if the thing was there, she would keep thinking about it, so she called Meng Yao, "Yao Yao, send the remaining sour plum soup to the old Qiao family who grows watermelons, so they can have a try."
Before Meng Yao could respond, Wu Aizhen stood up suddenly, "Mom, why did you give it to their family?"
Liu Cuihua banged her chopsticks on the bowl, "You want someone to eat watermelon, but you can run as fast as you can, and you still ask me why?"
The watermelon that Wu Aizhen asked for was thrown to the ground when she ran over. It was so rare before, but now she doesn't even look at it.
Wu Aizhen looked regretfully and looked at Liu Cuihua pitifully, "Then I don't want the watermelon anymore. I can send it back to him now, okay?"
How can watermelon compare to that water!
"Can you agree?"
Liu Cuihua held the chopsticks in her hand and seemed to want to knock Wu Aizhen. Qi Mingan hurriedly pulled her daughter-in-law away and said, "Send it to Uncle Qiao's house. Aizhen and I will go!"
"Eat your food!"
Liu Cuihua was worried about letting Wu Aizhen send it there, fearing that she would secretly drink it on the way.
"Yao Yao, go ahead. Your Uncle Qiao is still looking at melons in the melon field. It's so hot, so it's just the right time to quench his thirst."
"Okay mom, I'll go right away."
Meng Yao took out the extra things from the basket, leaving only the clay pot inside. Just as he was about to lift the basket, a big hand grabbed the handle.
"I'll accompany you."
Liu Cuihua coughed heavily, "I'm just giving you some water, do you need two people? Boyan, you..."
Qi Boyan raised his eyes, tilted his head and asked Meng Yao, "Do you know where Uncle Qiao is?"
Of course, Meng Yao, who didn’t know, smiled awkwardly, and said while smiling: “Mom, let’s go together, you eat first.”
After saying that, he started walking quickly with both hands and feet.
Qi Boyan had a faint smile on his lips and followed him with a basket. Liu Cuihua was shocked for a long time, but she couldn't help laughing and scolding: "This stinky boy!"
Qiao Xiyan walked along the field to see how the grains of each family were ripening, but she couldn't help but glance in the direction of Qi Boyan's family. When she saw Qi Boyan and Meng Yao carrying things towards her uncle's melon patch, she
Finally, I couldn't help but feel anxious in my heart and walked towards the melon field.
Watermelon patch.
Uncle Qiao planted watermelons in the middle of the field, far away from the field because he was afraid of being stolen. But even so, he has been living in the field since the watermelons were about to mature.
Uncle Qiao grows sweet watermelons for sale. He often takes them to town to sell them, and the sales are pretty good.
The weather is getting colder, and the leftovers are hard to sell. I keep some for myself to eat, and the neighbors who are greedy come to beg for food.
Uncle Qiao is a very generous person, but he hates those thieves who steal melons, so he keeps a close watch on melon fields.
He was wearing a straw hat and holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand. He was dressed coolly and had a shed set up in the melon field to provide some shade.