Farmhouse pretty cook

Chapter 1049 Breaking the House, Breaking the Bed, Breaking the People (2)
The corner of Fang Shishi's mouth twitched. She, the second younger sister, has a bad temper, and her mouth is cruel enough.

"Hungry..." Fang Xiaomei was attacking the only steamed bun again.

Seeing that the little girl stretched out her arms, Fang Shiyi wanted to reach the steamed bun, so she spread her hands towards Fang Qi, "Give me a hug!"

"Don't you have a headache?"

"If he continues to quarrel, my head will only hurt even more," Fang Shiyi would not admit, because she saw this little thing screaming hungry, and her heart ached.

Could it be that she really has Fang Shiyi's blood and thoughts, so she has relative feelings for these two little things?

"Then take care of him. If you don't know how to cook, just wait for me to come back. I'll go out and see if I can borrow a pot. Let's cook this steamed bun and water." Fang Qi glanced at the white flour steamed bun in the bowl.

She can not eat, but my little sister can't, she will cry from hunger if she doesn't eat.

Elder Sister also had to eat, she was hit on the head, what if she was weak and couldn't resist it!
The villagers in Yaozhuang were pretty good. Seeing that Fang Qi was in tattered clothes, he came to borrow a pot. Without saying a word, he gave her a pot and an extra piece of pumpkin.

Holding the food, Fang Qi was about to go back to the broken thatched cottage.

When crossing the main road of the village, I bumped into a little fat man with malicious intentions.

He is the darling of the second uncle, and it depends on him to carry on the family.

So from a young age, whenever there was something delicious at home, he would be the first to cling to him.

The result is that he is getting fatter and fatter, his temper is still very bad, and he is extremely arrogant.

He likes to fight with the boys in the village the most, and he is very strong, and many boys who are older than him can't beat him.

Seeing Fang Qi holding the pot, he was about to run in front of him.

Xiaopang giggled, and ran a few steps to stop her. His fat body, like a wall, blocked Fang Qi's way.

"Why are you running? You ran away when you saw me. You still have a ghost in your heart. Hey, you're still carrying a pot. Where did you borrow it? Show me!"

Fatty is the same age as Fang Shishi, also nine years old, but he is tall and strong, about the same as a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

Fang Qi stood in front of him, a head and a half shorter, as thin as a chicken.

"No, get out of the way, I'm going back to cook," Fang Qi didn't want to get entangled with him, and he couldn't beat him, so in the end, she would only suffer.

Xiaopang smiled, "Cooking? Do you still have rice at home? There is no rice or flour, what can you do, can you make soil lump soup?"

Fang Qi blushed with anger, and was about to run around him sideways.

With a smirk, Xiaopang stretched out his leg and tripped her.

Fang Qi was holding things in his hands, and had no chance to find support at all.

He fell heavily to the ground, and the skin on his palms was torn.

"Haha, haha..." Xiaopang saw her lying on the ground, unable to move for a long time, and was so happy that when he laughed, the fat on his stomach also shook.

Fang Qi's eyes were red, biting his lip, he got up silently, if he couldn't beat him, he had no choice but to run.

Regardless of the pain in her palms and knees, she picked up the iron pan and a small piece of pumpkin that had fallen from the ground, and ran towards the broken hut.

Fang Shixi rested in the room for a while, feeling much better, found a rag from the bed, and tied Fang Xiaomei to her back.

She grew up in an orphanage in her previous life, and she helped the children in the orphanage when she was five or six years old.

There is often one on the back and one in the arms, and the free hand has to push a small cart.

There are not enough staff in the orphanage. When she is free, she will help her auntie cook.

Anyway, she did everything, until when she was 12 years old, she picked up an old man who was about to die and taught her a whole body of inner martial arts. After that, she became very good.

But who would have imagined that after dying once and traveling through time, her life would be worse than that of an orphanage.

"Hey, the horoscope is too dark. When I die again, I must ask the old man Hades if I have any grudge against him." Holding the bowl, Fang Shiyi walked out of the broken thatched hut.

The summer is not over yet, outside the dilapidated hut, weeds are overgrown, and the deep place is about as high as hers, densely packed, maybe there will be snakes crawling over at night!

Turning her head again, she wanted to find the kitchen, but there were only weeds here, and there was only a vague path leading to the main road of the village.

Not far away, you can see the houses of villagers hundreds of meters away.

They are all earth houses, and there are chickens and ducks walking around in front of the door, searching for food.

Fang Qi hurried back with the pot in his arms, saw Fang Shishi standing at the door of the thatched cottage, hurriedly pushed away the mist in his eyes, rubbed his palms again, and greeted her with a smile, "Why did you come out, I borrowed this Pot, I'll make a firewood pile later, and I'll be able to light a fire."

It had only been a few days since they were kicked out. Although Fang Qi was sensible, she was too young to do much.

Counting, Fang 11 is not very old, but nine years old.

In modern times, nine-year-old children are still acting like a baby in the arms of their parents!

But she and Fang Qi have to take on the responsibility of raising their family and children and repaying their debts.

"What's wrong with your hand?" After all, Fang Shiyi is not the previous Fang Shiyi, his eyes are very sharp, how can he not see Fang Qi's strangeness.

"It's okay, I just fell down accidentally while holding something, I'm really okay, let's cook first, the little girl must be starving," Fang Qi felt sour in his heart, and his voice trembled a little.

Fang Shiyi was careless in her previous life, even a little barbaric, but that doesn't mean she was heartless, "You go in and have a rest, and I'll cook."

"You cook, but we don't have an earthen stove and nothing. How can you do it by yourself?"

"There's nothing that can't be done, isn't it just cooking, you just wait and see," Fang Shiyi shook the little one on his back.

If you don’t have an earthen stove, then build one yourself, what’s so difficult about it.

Things I used to do when I played house in the orphanage.

Fang Shiyi found a few big stones from nearby, moved them to the front of the thatched hut, and piled them up, leaving a small air outlet and a stove door for adding firewood.

"Where's the firewood?"

Fuck me!I don't even have firewood, I'm really going to die.

She scratched her forehead anxiously, she really didn't know how the three sisters lived their lives before.

There was no other way, and now that it was impossible to cut firewood, she turned her head around, ran to the courtyard wall of the nearest family to the thatched cottage, and secretly took some long branches.

It was probably left to dry in the sun and placed outside.

"Little sister, sister, there is nothing you can do. You must not learn when you grow up," Fang Shiyi hurriedly ran back to Wutou with a branch in his arms, not forgetting to educate the younger sister.

The long branch leaned against the stone, and stepped on it heavily.

You can only do this without an ax.

Fortunately, the firewood is not thick, otherwise she wouldn't be able to take this broken foot.

The little girl was lying behind her, babbling and talking.

Fang Qi couldn't sit still in the dilapidated house, so she came out with a bucket, washed the plaster off her hands, and came over to help her, "How much water do I need to add to this pot?"

Fang Shiyi was busy sweating profusely, "Add two bowls of water, we don't have any food to eat, so we can only use this, make it thinner, and eat a few more bowls."

Fang Qi nodded, poured another bowl of water into the pot, and then covered the pot.

(End of this chapter)