Group pet small koi: take Wang's family to farm and become the richest man

Chapter 207 Borrow Laba Congee to Fight for His Breath

And you say you don't work hard?
Thinking of being outmatched again, Maodan felt an infinite sense of crisis in his heart.

But in front of him, he didn't want to admit defeat and destroy his prestige.

The proud little nasal voice hummed, and the end of the speech also turned up.

"What are you studying?"

Chang Xi pointed to the "Poems of a Thousand Families" that everyone has: "Learn to appreciate poems, and then try to write them yourself."

"If you can think of a sentence, just write it down. First find out the feeling of writing poetry, and don't ask for any powerful words and sentences."

When Mao Dan heard it, they all started to learn to write poems, and their sense of crisis was even more overwhelming!
If you don't review the knowledge in your textbook, you will almost forget it.

Looking at them again, Mao Dan was surprised to be there.

At this moment, Wen Furong has already distributed the porridge.

He raised his voice to urge again: "Come quickly to the kitchen, drink porridge to warm yourself up, Maodan and Chunyan will come too."

Wang Chunyan knew how to be polite. She stood still and shouted at the top of her voice, "Thank you, I won't eat it. It was originally the Laba porridge for your family."

Wen Furong felt that she was a sincere child, and she couldn't like it in her heart, so she immediately explained: "I made it myself, so come and taste it."

"When you're done eating, bring some home."

Now, Wang Chunyan didn't have to worry about the past.

Chang Le leaned forward eagerly, first bumped into the little girl with his shoulder, and then tugged at her sleeve.

"You are so stupid, my mother told you to eat, you just eat."

"Why do you push it away when you have food? Our family can afford you now, so even if you come to eat for a lifetime, there is no problem."

These words made Wang Chunyan extremely shy, she opened his hand, and hurried away by herself, with Chang Le chasing after her.

When they came to the kitchen, everyone brought a bowl to each other. What Chang Xi and the others drank was brought by Maodan and Chunyan.

The other two were the opposite. They co-authored the Laba porridge made by Wen Furong, and praised her endlessly.

"Sweet but not greasy, it's not rice soup, it has a lot of ingredients."

Wang Chunyan drank deliciously, not like Mao Dan, who made a few comments with spirit.

To be honest, there are definitely more than eight kinds of condiments in Chang's Laba porridge, and Mao Dan curiously counted them.

"Peanuts, sunflowers, red dates, red beans, lentils."

He paused when he met someone he didn't know, and Wen Furong told him what it was in a good mood.

At the end of the count, counting the sugar, there were 15 kinds of condiments.

Mao Dan exclaimed: "No wonder it's so delicious! Good things are put together, it's strange that they don't taste good!"

Wang Chunyan is also greedy, but her eyes are big and her belly is small, and she is already full at this time, and if she drinks any more, it will hit her throat.

Cao Jingxiu didn't speak, and he drank the bowl completely.

In the end, Wen Furong divided the packages while they were still hot and asked them to send them out.

Chang Le took a bowl to Aunt Chang's house, Chang Xi went to the village doctor's house, and Chang Ping went to Granny Zhao's and the village head's house twice.

In the end, Chang Xi came back first and saw Cao Jingxiu was still at their house.

Cao Jingxiu stood up naturally: "Let's go."

Chang Xi was puzzled: "Where else should I go?"

Cao Jingxiu let out a breath of hot air, and the white mist dispersed.

"Go to my house."

Chang Xi was arrested and came to Cao Mansion.

It was originally a big festival, and auspicious words were indispensable.

Zhao Jia waited by grandma's side, and when she saw Chang Xi, she felt uncomfortable, and all she could think about was how to tear her down.

She glanced at the food box, and she laughed coldly.

"The Laba porridge made by you mud legs, can it be Laba porridge? I'm afraid there are not even eight kinds of seasonings in it."

"If you ask me to say such a vegetarian porridge, it is no different from white rice porridge. Your family can't earn a little money a year, so just keep it for yourself."

"We have a cook serving us, so naturally we won't short this bowl of porridge."

Zhao Jia's tone was filled with contempt.

Cao Jingxiu's cold gaze swept over her, like a sharp knife cutting her from head to toe, and then from foot to head.

Since Mrs. Cao's daughter got married, she didn't see her very much, and her children, together with her, rarely met.

Zhao Jia put on a high-spirited posture, completely different from her usual lenient and strict self-discipline.

The old lady didn't quite agree with the words, she frowned slightly, and winked at Mrs. Cao next to her.

The eldest lady is the most advanced daughter-in-law, and she has been with the sister-in-law for a short time.

The second lady came in late, and my sister-in-law was already married at that time.

In Da Furen's vague memory, sister-in-law didn't speak like this when she was in her boudoir, she followed her mother-in-law more.

After getting along these days, the eldest lady deeply felt that this little niece revealed a pretentious temperament inside and out.

You must know that there are many families with high officials and rich salary, but their family is just a small county magistrate in the capital, so they have to be like this.

My natal family was an official, and Mrs. Cao didn't like Zhao Jia's behavior.

But she understood the look in her mother-in-law's hand, she didn't want her junior to go too far and make Chang Xi uncomfortable, so she quickly spoke out to smooth things over.

"Thank you for your trouble. It's the first time I've tasted your home's handicrafts. Today is considered a blessing. Let's put the Laba porridge on the table."

Chang Xi was not in the mood to argue with Zhao Jia, so she let it go.

It was Cao Jingxiu who was beside him and opened the food box quietly.Ask the servants to bring some sets of bowls and chopsticks.

He personally filled it up and brought it to grandma and mother, then solemnly said: "My son thinks it tastes very good."

In fact, during the process of spooning porridge, everyone in the room could smell the sweet fragrance of rice beans.

This is the natural aroma of the five grains, coupled with the sweetness of maltose, which makes people salivate.

Now I hold the bowl in my hand, and the heat is transmitted to the whole body through the palm of my hand.

They felt comfortable all over, and Zhao Jia was right next to the old lady.

As long as you lower your eyebrows, you can see clearly what's in the bowl.

After seeing no less than 8 kinds of rich congee products, the Mai Tai words that originally overflowed from the mouth seemed to be stuck in the throat, and I couldn't hold back a single extra word.

Those present, even the nanny serving the old lady, also got the Laba porridge brought by Cao Jingxiu himself.

Only Zhao Jia didn't get it.

She stretched her neck and looked forward to it, but Cao Jingxiu seemed to have forgotten her, and put down the spoon in her hand, with a smile still on the corner of her mouth.

It was completely invisible as if she was already angry.

Zhao Jia's arrogance was half extinguished, and he just happened to be cheeky and act like a baby, and asked for a bowl of porridge, so he listened to the old lady's initiative.

"It's delicious, it suits my old lady's appetite."

Hearing Mrs. Cao's words, Chang Xi, who was quiet and not farewell to Zhao Jia, suddenly smiled.

"This is my mother's handicraft. Grandma Cao likes it. When I go home and tell my mother, she will be very happy."

Mrs. Cao also drank a spoonful. The warm and sweet taste melted on the tip of her tongue and swallowed down her throat, warming her heart and stomach.

(End of this chapter)