Back to the age: three-year-old cute baby becomes a group pet

Chapter 303

Cheng Li, who fell off her horse, was staring at a cocoon on the table in a daze.

It has been almost a month since she suddenly thought of seeing moths and mews in the gourd.

When the lid of the gourd is opened, the cocoon falls out, which is white, a bit like a silkworm cocoon.

This must be a moth, right?Is this cocooning?Or wait for the cocoon to become a butterfly?

Then prepare to use the gourd to suck the cocoon, the cocoon will not roll, and the gourd will not suck it.

Is this mutual dislike?

Pick up the gourd and continue to fall.

Meow meow out.

Nothing fell down.

no?How long are you going to sleep?Do you want to paint the ground as a prison?Want to occupy that cubicle but not come out?
After covering the gourd and throwing it back into the round room, Cheng Li was worried about the cocoon.

Where is it appropriate?

Carrying a piece of silk, she ran out to find Mrs. Cheng, "Uncle Wenyuan, get me a sieve, put some mulberry leaves, and find me some silkworm cocoons."

Granny Cheng saw the cocoon on her little granddaughter's hand at a glance, "Silkworm cocoon? Doesn't it look like it?"

"No, it's that moth," Cheng Li shook a piece of silk in her hand,

"I want to get some silkworm cocoons. When it comes out, it will be stupid. It doesn't know which one is its own, or it thinks it has produced a lot of silkworm moths."

Or, how good would it be to learn from silkworms to eat mulberry leaves and become a vegetarian?
"Oh, good."

The two old brothers in the west room burst out laughing when they heard the conversation outside.

Very good, still having this kind of childish thought, it shows that the heart is not completely cold yet.

Sieves, mulberry leaves, and cocoons were quickly in place.

It was placed on the grand teacher's chair by the south window of the main room. Every day, Cheng Wenyuan picked up the silkworm cocoon and listened to see if there was any movement inside. If there was any movement, it would turn into a moth.

If the moths can't get out, they have to help cut the cocoons, but most of them can bite the cocoons themselves.

Cheng Li didn't care about Moth and brother Wenyuan, and asked Cheng Wenyu every day if he saw the popcorn.

There is a sack of corn kernels at home, what do you do without popcorn?
Cheng Li was so annoyed by the question that she was almost ready to fire her, and finally got the news.

"Come tomorrow."

……

The popcorn master is really here, just under the bridge.

Cheng Li immediately pushed Cheng Zhangxing to queue.

She dug bowl after bowl of corn and rice at home.

"Little girl!" Cheng Ping pressed the little girl's hand, "How much do you want to fry?"

Cheng Li raised her bald head, "I want to eat rice cracker candy."

"The supply and marketing cooperative will buy it."

"It's hot, it's melting."

"It's hot that day, won't you get angry if you eat too much rice flower?"

Cheng Li let go, "Okay, two pots of corn and three pots of rice."

Cheng Ping took the bowl, "Go to the milk and ask for a bag of noodles."

The sound of popcorn popping, popping, popping made Cheng Wenyuan, who was covering his ears, excited, "It's so loud, why is it called Popcorn?"

When it was the turn of Cheng's family, Cheng Li forbade to put saccharine in the rice.

The saccharine is saved, the popcorn maker is naturally happy.

The Cheng family fried pot after pot, making the children behind them anxious.

Cheng Wenyuan imitated his younger sister and grabbed the hot rice crackers with both hands and ate them, "It's delicious, it's delicious."

When she got home, Cheng Li asked her elder sister to make rice cracker candies.

Mrs. Cheng quickly came over to take over, "I'll do it, I'll do it, frying sugar syrup requires skill, you go out and wait."

How long has the granddaughter been looking forward to the popcorn?After finally popping the rice crackers, it can't be ruined. It just so happens that she can make rice crackers.

Mrs. Cheng's rice cracker candy was well made, and Cheng Li was very satisfied after eating it.

……

Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, this year Cheng Shanghe has learned to be smart, he bought a thread early.

Not to be outdone, Mr. Cheng bought several carts and came back.

There are children from Wen'an and below.

Cheng Wenzong pushed the rattling stroller, "Brother, fortunately I'm younger than you, otherwise, I might not have it."

"Not bad, self-aware."

Cheng Shanghu decided to take two days off.

So making zongzi is not bad.

There are too many salted eggs in the house, and Cheng Li wants to eat salted egg yolk dumplings again.

Salty egg whites are eaten as salt for stir-frying.

Cheng Li took Zhaodi to give Dad another salted egg, this time, fifty.

"Big Mom, Big Dad."

"Hey~" Zheng Jialan, who was making zongzi at the door of the kitchen, hurriedly put the failed zongzi leaves and glutinous rice into the glutinous rice basin.

Standing up, she took the basin in Zhaodi's hand, "Are you bringing salted eggs to your dad again?"

"Yes, aunt, rice dumplings with salted egg yolk."

Zheng Jialan looked at the three pots on the ground in embarrassment.

A pot of zong leaves and malan grass, a pot of glutinous rice, and a pot of, uh, it should be zongzi, right?

"Auntie, don't worry. I have a lot of family members. Sister Zhaodi, you go and ask my mother and my eldest sister to help. My aunt can't do it alone."

"Oh, good."

Zhu Hailong from the south room came out, "Daughter-in-law, is it better to be a daughter-in-law? How does Xiaosi's words save your face?"

The daughter-in-law couldn't make the zongzi well, and even lost her temper and blamed the zongye for being disobedient. He was so scared that he complained of back pain and went in to lie down.Hearing that the good girl was coming, he didn't dare to come out too fast, for fear of revealing his secrets.

Zheng Jialan stared at him angrily, "Can you talk? Go wash the salted eggs."

Zhu Hailong took the basin, "Madam, don't worry, it will be clean."

Chaoyun came with his eldest daughter, and when he saw the rice dumplings in the basin, he smiled,

"Big Sister Zheng, if you're too busy, just call out. If Xiaosi hadn't come to see it, would you still be embarrassing yourself?"

Zheng Jialan was no longer embarrassed, "Chaoyun, you have changed too much. You are clearly telling the truth, but it won't make people feel uncomfortable."

"You've learned it. To do business, you have to learn to speak good words, but you can't speak false words, so just switch."

Chaoyun answered generously, pulled out the small bench and sat down, "Come on, Sister Zheng, look at me making two, and I'll teach you later."

Cheng Ping winked at the little girl.

Cheng Li also winked at Eldest Sister, then went to squat next to Elder Daddy to watch Daddy wash the salted eggs,
"Where's Brother Zhi?"

"Hush!" Zhu Hailong looked back and saw that his daughter-in-law was already learning how to make zongzi with Chaoyun and didn't notice him, so he said in a low voice: "I was scolded by my mother to go back to the house to write a composition, the name of the composition It’s called Zongzi.”

Cheng Li hurriedly covered her mouth, unable to laugh or laugh, the aunt is a capable housewife who cares about face.

"Dad, the salted egg yolk will be wrapped later. The salted egg white can be used as salt for stir-frying vegetables. It is suitable for stir-frying vegetables, but not for other things."

"Understood, I will tell your aunt."

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

Cheng Li heard the boos and turned to look for her.

"Shh, shhh."

Seeing the little chubby girl's face turned around, Zhu Nianzhi opened the door a little wider, stretched out his hand, and beckoned to Cheng Li.

"Brother Zhi."

Cheng Li's loud voice discouraged Zhu Nianzhi, and he said that the little fat girl had become uncute.

The little fat girl didn't spare him, "Brother Zhi, come out and watch the dumplings made with salted egg yolk."

can he get outHis mother said he couldn't write, so he wouldn't let him go out, and he was holding back his shit.

Zheng Jialan raised her head, "Come out and have a look, otherwise, how would you write?"

ah?Doesn't the word "go out" mean that he was let go?

He doesn't want to go out, and he can't write after reading.

"Come out!"

The little fat girl didn't let him go, ran over and dragged him out of the room with her own hands.

Forced to squat next to the three pots, the little fat girl pointed to Second Aunt Cheng's hand and told him the process of making zongzi sentence by sentence.

He was so startled that he jumped up, "Xiao Si, can you write essays?"

"No way?"

Cheng Li blinked her ignorant round eyes, "I will say, like reading a newspaper, listen, think again, and see if you can write it out."

(End of this chapter)