four and a half year old farm family pet

Chapter 282 Who Is So Wicked

Early the next morning, Yuanbao got up early, and Bao Juhua, who was earlier than her, was squatting alone in the yard picking up the dishes and chopsticks from last night. Everyone had eaten too much last night, so Miao allowed the first time for the first time. I'll clean it up in two days.

In order for the family to have tableware for breakfast, Bao Juhua got up before dawn to wash the dishes and complete the housework. It was her turn to make breakfast today.

"Why did Yuanbao get up so early today? Are you dreaming?" Bao Juhua turned around and glanced at the dazed Yuanbao, and continued to wash the dishes.

Yuan Bao nodded while taking out the fodder for the horse, "Yeah, yeah, I had a terrible dream last night. I woke up after I couldn't sleep. It's so hard for you, Third Auntie. You have to work so early in the morning."

"Hey, it's just washing a few dishes. It's not hard work. Are you hungry? San Auntie is going to cook porridge." Guangguang was busy washing the dishes, but Bao Juhua hadn't scooped up the rice yet and put it into the pot to cook.

When Yuan Bao got up, she speeded up washing the dishes, rinsed the dishes, and got up to wash the rice.

Yuan Bao fed the chickens and horses, washed his hands and went into the kitchen to help. When he opened the pot lid, he found that the oil from frying the snails last night had not been washed, so he scooped a spoonful of water from the water tank and poured it into the pot without saying a word. , you need to clean the pot for Bao Juhua to cook.

"Hey! Why are you so frizzy, girl? Who asked you to wash the pot?" Bao Juhua looked at the water with a lot of oil floating in the pot distressedly, "These oils are used for cooking. There’s water in it and it can’t be used anymore.”

Yuan Bao knew he had done something wrong and lowered his head guiltily, "I'm sorry, San Auntie, I just want to clean the pot and cook for you..."

She didn't know that the oil left in the pan from frying the snails would be used to stir-fry the second dish.

Bao Juhua patted Yuanbao's head, "I don't blame you, it's strange that you, a little kid, can understand kitchen things! It's okay if you pour water. At worst, we can add more water and eat noodles today!"

In short, the oil left in the pot for cooking cannot be wasted. If the poor people don't want the oil, it will be a thunderstorm.

"Go get two bowls of snails and make the soup thicker. I'll go talk to your grandma."

After Bao Juhua finished explaining, she went to knock on Miao's door and asked her mother-in-law, who was in charge of the food at home, for flour.

Yuanbao's eyes crinkled with tears, and he secretly hated himself for being useless and not helping. He picked up the snails, washed them, put them next to the stove for later use, and ran to the stable to express his emotions to Xiaohong, blaming himself for being a useless person who was holding him back.

Bao Juhua didn't see Yuanbao hiding and crying. After getting the flour, she started kneading the dough. During the break, she lit the fire in the stove, boiled water, added snails to make soup, but she didn't know which step had gone wrong. This snail soup actually gets smellier the more it is cooked?

"vomit!"

"Who! What kind of great virtue is missing? Who should I do to boil shit and diaphragm so early in the morning?"

"If you want to stink others to death, how about inheriting an acre of soybeans from someone else's house?"

"Ugh! So pitiful. I'm so hungry that I'm eating shit."

"Quickly find out whose family is cooking shit. I woke up from my dream because of the smell. I'm still a little nauseous now. I must give them a two-punch."

"It seems like the Jin family is cooking shit to eat?"

"It must be their family. When the whole village was digging yams, they were the only ones who worked hard to earn a few copper coins. Now they are fine. They have been reduced to shit-eating. Jin family, open the door! If you can cook shit, our village will smell bad. Someone who has the ability to open the door!"

Bao Juhua's hand holding the kitchen spoon trembled slightly, and she was so smoked by the snail soup in the pot that stars appeared in her eyes.

How could this be?Last night's spicy stir-fried snails were obviously delicious, but why is today's soup sour and sour?
Wuwu... She is a good cook who was praised by Mr. Pei, and she is not cooking shit...

(End of this chapter)