The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 93 Daily Life of Three Generations
When I sleep at home, all I hear is white noise.

Gao Qinghe, who had slept soundly all night, lay in bed, looking at the sunlight streaming in through the gauze curtains, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort.

Sometimes she feels strange, because when she first came back, she felt inconvenienced by this and uncomfortable by that.

But now that I've rented a place in the city, I always want to go back home.

Perhaps, deep down, what they miss most are their closest family members.

"Honey? How about we have the potatoes your mom just dug up this morning for breakfast?"

Hearing the sounds of someone lingering in bed inside, Grandma Tian asked with a strong laugh from the yard.

"Okay, I haven't had this in ages!"

Gao Qinghe stretched and sighed, "It feels so good to be able to be a child again!"

I jumped out of bed and took out my old high school uniform to wear.

Loose and comfortable, you won't feel bad about wearing it.

When Grandma Tian saw her come out with her hair disheveled, she started twisting and turning in the yard, doing some kind of aerobics.

I couldn't help but ask, "What on earth is that jumping?"

Gao Qinghe said excitedly, "This is called aerobics. Grandma, why don't you try it? People in the city are into doing this now. It's good for your health and helps you maintain a good figure."

Grandma Tian quickly waved her hand, "I won't dance yours."

Fearing that Gao Qinghe would come and arrest him, he hurriedly took a basin to the storage room, filled it with potatoes still covered in mud, and took it to the water tank to wash them.

The potatoes, each only the size of a quail egg, were a bright orange color after being washed.

Grandma Tian picked up a shard of porcelain from the brick and used the sharp edge to scrape the skin off the potato.

These tiny potatoes, when fried whole in hot oil over medium heat, are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, with the best aroma.

Just thinking about the taste made Grandma Tian swallow hard.

However, eating just this was too dry, so Grandma Tian washed the cherry tomatoes she picked from the vegetable garden that morning and made a sweet and sour tomato soup.

The soaked rice was already simmering in the large pot, and the aroma of rice wafted out, making Gao Qinghe feel too tired to continue her aerobics.

"Grandma, where's my mom?"

"I went to your Aunt Zheng's house to get some chili seedlings!"

Grandma Tian responded while continuing her work.

Heat the oil in a wok, then pour in a large bowl of small potatoes. The hot oil immediately releases a unique aroma of potatoes.

Once the small potatoes are fried until each side is crispy, sprinkle a generous amount of chopped green onions into the pan; the aroma will be absolutely divine.

After Gao Qinghe finished washing up, she leaned against the kitchen door and didn't move.

As soon as the potatoes were cooked, the baby immediately opened its mouth and moved closer to its grandma.

Grandma Tian smiled indulgently, picked out a potato, blew on it, and put it into the mouth of the begging creature in front of her.

The potatoes were just cooked; even after blowing on them, they were still piping hot.

Gao Qinghe inhaled sharply, hopped around, and devoured the fragrant little potato, looking completely satisfied.

Just as the old lady finished cooking the tomato soup and was about to take it off the heat, Huang Ying returned carrying a load of tender green chili seedlings.

We'll put the seedlings by the door first, and after breakfast we'll take them to the three-tenths of an acre of land we've cleared behind the mountain and plant them.

"Let's eat!"

Grandma Tian called from the kitchen.

After washing her hands, Huang Ying walked into the kitchen with delight, drawn by the rich aroma filling the yard.

"Mom, what are we having for dinner today?"

Grandma Tian pointed to the soup and a small bowl full of fried potatoes on the stove, signaling her daughter to take them out.

The rice is cooked perfectly; it smells especially delicious when cooked over a wood-fired stove in a rural area.

There was a layer of crispy rice at the bottom of the pot, and Gao Qinghe immediately asked for some.

Grandma Tian frowned, "You're not eating the rice? What's so good about this crispy rice crust?"

She originally planned to soak it in water and mix it with rice bran to feed the chickens.

Gao Qinghe didn't care; she just loved it. This was pure rice crust cooked in a wood-fired stove—a true delicacy!

Unable to resist her eldest granddaughter's insistence on taking food from the chickens, Grandma Tian reluctantly broke off a piece for her. Gao Qinghe wanted the rest, but the old lady wouldn't allow it and told her to eat white rice instead.

Huang Ying chuckled and said, "Mom, if she likes to eat it, let her eat it."

Old Mrs. Tian: "Are you looking for me to yell at you?"

She also said that she spoiled her granddaughter without any limits, but she saw that this mother was no better when she spoiled her daughter.

"It would be such a waste if we didn't finish all this rice!"

Huang Ying did not argue with the old man. "Alright, alright, I wouldn't dare to offend you. I'll pack the food in a lunchbox and take it to the field to eat later."

Working takes a lot of energy. Although I'm not eating early this time, I need to eat something in between to make it to dinner, otherwise I'll be starving.

Looking back on the days when her children didn't have enough to eat, Huang Ying feels incredibly happy with her current life.

She suddenly burst out laughing.

Old Mrs. Tian glared at her, "Are you out of your mind?"

Huang Ying glanced at Gao Qinghe, who was engrossed in eating and sipping tomato soup from the rice crust.

The hand under the table tugged at Old Lady Tian's apron.

When the other person looked over, she rubbed two fingers together.

The child gave her two hundred yuan yesterday!
He said it was for buying meat for his family, and he could spend it however he wanted.

Grandma Tian, ​​however, was not surprised, and had an expression that said, "I knew it all along."

Huang Ying was unhappy about this.

She deliberately kept quiet all morning, just to wait for this moment to see her mother's surprised reaction.

“My eldest granddaughter is the most filial; I’ve known that since she was little.”

So don't expect any surprises from her, because she knew this day would come.

Grandma Tian scooped a lot of potatoes from the basin into Gao Qinghe's bowl, and the grandmother and granddaughter smiled at each other with satisfaction.

Huang Ying: "."

He channeled his grief and anger into his appetite, devouring two bowls of rice, two large bowls of fried potatoes, and two bowls of tomato soup.

With her stomach full, Huang Ying put down her chopsticks with a satisfied "smack".

He stood up and said, "I'm going to the field."

"mom!"

Gao Qinghe quickly put down her bowl and stood up expectantly, "I'll go with you."

Huang Ying and Grandma Tian burst into laughter as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.

Gao Qinghe's lips twitched slightly, feeling both helpless and annoyed.

Yes, she has refused to go to the fields since she was a child.

After being coaxed to the ground by her parents, she hadn't even stood there for two minutes before complaining of insect bites and prickly grass, and started shouting that she wanted to go home.

It's just that Huang Ying is patient with the child; other parents would have grabbed this troublesome child and given him a beating long ago.

Gao Qinghe used to look down on her hometown.

But the older a person gets, the more they miss the wonderful times they had in their childhood in the village.

Now she sees the mountains, the water, and the people as wonderful, and everything about them seems perfect.
Even after seeing that Gao Qinghe had put on his straw hat, Huang Ying still couldn't believe it.

I repeatedly confirmed: "Have you thought this through? It will take me at least three hours to finish planting all this. You're not allowed to run back before you even reach the edge of the field."

Gao Qinghe raised her hand and swore an oath, and Huang Ying reluctantly believed her this time.

However, before leaving, besides Huang Ying's lunch.

Grandma Tian then stuffed a bulging cloth bag into Gao Qinghe's hand.

It contained the snacks I bought, including oranges, spicy strips, drinks, and glutinous rice strips.

"Why don't you two, grandmother and grandson, go on a picnic together?" Huang Ying asked earnestly.

Why did you have to go down to the fields with her and join in the fun?
If it weren't for the fear that her granddaughter would find it too heavy to carry, Grandma Tian would have liked to stuff even more inside.

He waved his hand and shooed the mother and daughter out the door, not wanting to hear the daughter's sarcastic remarks.

(End of this chapter)