Nongmen red bean is the most acacia

Chapter 50 Zhou's Pimple Soup
Hongdou followed Zhou to the old house of An's family, her admiration for Zhou was like a surging river, endless.

For a long time, in the original owner's memory, Mrs. Zhou was an old lady who favored her fourth uncle's family.

Only after I saw it today did I realize that this old lady's combat effectiveness is really impressive.

Whether it is soft or hard, it is easy to come by.

Hongdou felt that it was necessary for her to learn from the Zhou family and not always think about using force to solve everything.

The two arrived at An's old house one after the other, and Hongdou saw An Youtian as soon as they entered the house.

An Youtian was sitting in front of the stove and was lighting the fire, and he didn't look back, just listened to him say, "You're back? How are you doing! Is that coward, the third child, still being eaten to death? How old is this good-for-nothing? , back to the mother-in-law, I still need you to run around the place."

"Ahem, old man, let's eat red beans at noon today." Mrs. Zhou coughed in embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject.

An Youtian turned his head when he heard the words, and saw the red beans beside Zhou, he didn't say much, and turned to light the fire again.

Hong Dou snickered inwardly, she didn't expect that An Youtian would comment on An Sanzhu like this behind his back.

It's hard to say that knowing a son is better than a father, what An Youtian just said is absolutely right.

Even if he knew what An Youtian said was good, Hongdou couldn't agree with it, and even pretended he didn't hear it.

Who let the ancients say: the son does not speak, the father's fault.

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As soon as Hongdou got home, she met Mrs. Zhang Wang. There was a lot of noise behind her, and she didn't have time to take off the back basket.

When walking with Mrs. Zhou, he also carried the basket on his back.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhou was making lunch, Hongdou took off the basket.

"Grandma, these are the wild vegetables I dug in the morning, they are all fresh, shall I pick them?"

Mrs. Zhou glanced into the basket when she heard the words, and saw that the wild vegetables inside were really fresh, and she smiled, "Okay, you pick some and wash them, and I'll make pimple soup for you with milk."

After about a quarter of an hour, the meal was ready.

The three of Hongdou sat around the square table, each with a large thick porcelain bowl in front of them, which was full of pimple soup.

The pimples made of cornmeal are light yellow, with green wild vegetables and scattered egg flowers, it looks very appetizing.

Seeing that the red beans did not move their chopsticks for a long time, Mrs. Zhou asked strangely, "Red beans, why don't you eat them?"

Hongdou sniffed, and said with a strong nasal voice, "Is this really for me? At home, Jin Bao can only eat this."

When talking, Hongdou looked at Gedatang with reluctance and envy.

An Sanzhu is his own son, Zhou and An Youtian naturally know what kind of temperament he is, patriarchal and only An Jinbao's baby pimple, it is normal to feel more pain.

In the past, they didn't feel anything, but seeing Hongdou's cautious expression now, they also blamed An Sanzhu a little bit.

They are all biological, even if you feel sorry for your son, there is no need to starve your daughter like this.

Everyone's life is hard these days, but I don't see anyone whose youngest son is tall and fat, but whose two-year-old daughter looks like a younger sister.

Blame it, An Youtian and Zhou would not say anything about An Sanzhu in front of Hongdou, they just urged her to eat quickly, Zhou also gave Hongdou a cornbread.

The corn tortillas were completely cold, and after taking a bite of the red beans, there was still a hint of sweetness.

Break the corn tortillas into small pieces and put them in the bowl. The red beans ate up the contents of the bowl in one bite.

(End of this chapter)