The peasant girl wants to turn the sky: the black-bellied husband, come to farm

Chapter 614 I will come here to eat from now on
Tong Xingda is here.

Tong Sanlang put down the bowl in his hand, stood up and went to open the door.

Outside the door, Tong Xingda hung a linen towel around his neck and held a cattail fan in his hand, wiping sweat while fanning the wind.

Seeing the courtyard door open, he walked into the courtyard and asked, "Have you cooked?"

"Done."

"What food?"

"Bibimbap with lard residue."

"What the hell?" Tong Xingda heard of this way of eating for the first time, with a puzzled look on his face.

"It's the oil residue left over from oil refining with white rice." Tong Sanlang explained.

"It's late at night, after a hard day, you two will eat this?" Tong Xingda said and walked into the kitchen.

Tong Xingda sniffed, the dissatisfaction on his face receded slightly, and he looked at Qiao Xiaomai by the stove, "Give me a bowl. And that sour plum soup, Mai girl, have you done it today?"

Qiao Xiaomai yelled daddy, and started digging out white rice with a spoon, "I didn't make it today."

The reason why the sour plum soup was made before was for Tong Sanlang to drink, but now she and Tong Sanlang are the only ones left at home, so just drink the water from the pool.

"Make one pot, make one pot, tomorrow you will go to the field to pick water to irrigate the field, you make one pot and send it to the field."

"to make"

Tomorrow Tong Sanlang has to go too, let's give it away together.

Anyway, a family, this bowl of sour plum soup is not bad.

"How is mother?" She handed the bowl to Tong Xingda and asked.

"Wake up, paralyzed on the bed." Tong Xingda took the bowl, whipped out a pair of chopsticks, walked out of the kitchen a few steps to the tree, and started to eat in big mouthfuls.

The lard residue is added with seasoning, which tastes great. The white rice is fragrant and fragrant. When the two are combined, the taste is not bad compared to the delicacies of mountains and seas.

Tong Xingda wheezed and ate half a bowl, suppressing the hunger in his stomach, and then said, "The rice made by Mai Mai is delicious."

Mrs. Zhang was lying down, and Zhu Hongyun was not there. Mrs. Qian and Li Rou took care of the meals at the new house.

Originally, he had never tasted Qiao Maimai's rice, and he didn't think the cooking of these two people was delicious, but there was a gap between them. These days, he was used to Qiao Maimai's cooking skills. I want to take it directly to feed the pigs.

He planned to come here at noon, but Tong Tiehu urged him to go up the mountain to collect firewood, which delayed his meal.

So in the evening, after finishing the chores in his hands, he came over at mealtime.

"Girl Mai, I think I can eat here from now on, remember to cook more in the future." Tong Xingda used a discussing tone, but the content of the words had already made a decision.

Qiao Mai smiled and nodded in agreement.

Tong Xingda is Tong Sanlang's biological father, can she close the door when she comes to eat?

Tong Sanlang's sentence, if it's not about birth, old age, sickness and death, don't come to me, he said to Mrs. Zhang. Tong Xingda insisted that the scope of what he said did not include him, so she and Tong Sanlang could only accept it.

"But sometimes Saburo and I are not at home." Qiao Mai said.

"Not at home?" Tong Xingda looked at her suspiciously.

"Going to the county the day after tomorrow, I asked Saburo to inquire about the matter of Tingfeng Pavilion, so there should be some clues."

"Yo, is there any news from your mother?"

"There should be."

"Fine, I'll go back if I'm not at home." Tong Xingda said indifferently, the new house is not very far from the old home, unlike Qiao's house, which takes a quarter of an hour to walk.

Anyway, the food in the new house is pig food, so he wants to eat here every day.

(End of this chapter)