Leisure time of raising children

Chapter 574
This afternoon, Lin Wanjiao was only thinking about studying food, and completely forgot about what Lin Mingyong and Lin Shouyi told her this morning not to cook at night.

No, Lin Wanjiao had just cleaned up the pots and pans in the kitchen, and tidied up the things at home when she heard a knock on her door.

"Dong dong dong."

Lin Wanjiao is currently staying in the kitchen. The kitchen is relatively close to the door. Just as there was a knock on the door, Lin Wanjiao heard it.

A look of suspicion was revealed on a pretty face, it's not afternoon now, it's getting dark outside, who the hell is knocking on the door of his house in the evening.

Picking up the towel on the table to wipe her hands, Lin Wanjiao went to open the door with suspicion on her face.

"Dong dong dong, Jiaojiao, it's me..."

As a result, I heard my elder brother knocking loudly on the door.

Lin Wanjiao suddenly came to her senses, and patted her head angrily. She actually forgot what she had just said to Lin Mingyong this morning.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw the honest and honest face of his eldest brother, leading Lin Mingyang with a lunch box in his hand.

Seeing Lin Wanjiao coming out, Lin Mingyong handed the lunch box to Lin Wanjiao.

"Jiaojiao, you can make your own food today. Don't you like to eat the food made by your mother the most? You will eat more later." Lin Mingyong handed the lunch box to Lin Wanjiao while opening it. Lift the lid and let Lin Wanjiao see the food inside.

"Mother made this with her own hands. Mother has been tired all day, so why did she cook by herself?" Lin Wanjiao reached out to take the lunch box that Lin Mingyong handed to her, and asked curiously.

"It's not the first day you know your mother's temperament. She heard that you wanted to eat delicious food, so she insisted on cooking it by herself, and your sister-in-law couldn't stop her." Lin Mingyong thought of his mother's tough temperament, He shook his head helplessly.

"That's right, Mother loves me the most." Lin Wanjiao smiled, of course she knew that Wang Xiulan loves herself the most, "By the way, it's time, brother, have you eaten yet?

"Not yet, the food at home has just been prepared, and mother asked me to bring it to you." Lin Mingyong explained.

Wang Xiulan's original words are: the food is the most delicious just out of the pan, and now I send it to Lin Wanjiao, and when Lin Wanjiao eats it, it is still hot, so I have to reheat it to save money.

Lin Wanjiao nodded, "Brother, your food has also been delivered. Let's go back to eat quickly. I won't keep you anymore. Go home now, maybe you can have a warm meal."

"Well, that Jiaojiao, I'll go back first. By the way, Jiaojiao, do you still have enough firewood at home? But if I use it, I'll bring you some tomorrow." Lin Mingyong just turned around and was about to leave. He stopped suddenly, turned around and asked Lin Wanjiao again.

"Brother, I guess it can be used for a while. You just sent firewood to the family a few days ago, and I am the only one at home to eat, so there is still a lot of firewood left." Since the weather has been cold, Lin Mingyong has often given himself firewood The firewood is used almost once every few days, and the firewood has not been half used yet, and new ones come up.On the contrary, a lot of firewood has been accumulated this time and again, and the pot in the kitchen can hardly be piled up.

So this time Lin Mingyong said that he would come to bring firewood to him, but Lin Wanjiao didn't agree.

"Then I'll come back to deliver firewood to you in a few days. Anyway, I'm free these days. I'm cutting more firewood for you to store. Otherwise, when winter comes and the mountains are covered by heavy snow, the firewood will not be very good. Got it." Lin Mingyang did not forget to point to the direction of the mountain while talking.

"Sure, brother, hurry up and leave. If you don't leave, the food at home will be cold. What we cook today is meat. Why don't you go back and wait to eat leftovers at home." Lin Wanjiao urged Lin Mingyong with a smile, I really can't eat the rice in this food box today.

Lin Wanjiao planned to take advantage of the fact that the food was still warm, and put it directly into the space, so that she didn't need to cook until tomorrow morning, and could just take it out and eat it.

But now Lin Mingyong is standing in front of him chatting with himself, if this chat continues, all the food will be completely cold, and he will have to steam it tomorrow morning, what a bother.

The more Lin Wanjiao thought about it, the more she urged Lin Mingyong to return to Lao Lin's house.

"That's fine, Jiaojiao, I'll go back first. I'll come back in a few days." Lin Mingyong thought about Lin Wanjiao's words, and felt quite reasonable.He nodded, said goodbye hastily, and then walked away.

After Lin Mingyong walked by, Lin Wanjiao quickly closed the door.

Holding the lunch box in his hand, he put the lunch box in his hand into the space.

The next day came in the blink of an eye, and Lin Wanjiao was not in a hurry to find Wang Xiulan.

Wang Xiulan goes to town relatively early these days, and Lin Wanjiao doesn't plan to get up early and go directly to Lao Lin's tutor to teach Wang Xiulan

Lin Wanjiao stood in the yard, watching the sun above her head being vaguely covered by dark clouds.

It is estimated that it will rain tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Now that it's raining, Wang Xiulan won't go to the town to set up a stall.

Lin Wanjiao just took advantage of this time to teach Wang Xiulan how to make Mala Tang.

After making the plan, Lin Wanjiao will have a leisurely day.

Originally, Lin Wanjiao planned to study fried skewers by herself, and hand them over to Wang Xiulan in two days.

It was all planned, but Lin Wanjiao had trouble with the ingredients.

She even forgot that in the ancient times, there were no wholesale ham sausages, little stars, rice cakes, etc. in the present.

It would be impossible to do it on your own.

Doing so many things one by one, if not tiresome, would be exhausting.

Lin Wanjiao could only dismiss the idea.

In the past two days, she settled down and finished the remaining piece of clothing at home.

The thick clothes were done, the scarves were finished, and the sweater was finished, so Lin Wanjiao was completely at ease.

But it's just a day of leisure.

This afternoon, when Lin Wanjiao was playing with her on the bed, she heard a sporadic light rain outside.

One day when the sound was sparse, Lin Wanjiao hurriedly hugged An An, who was sitting on her body and was fussy, put on her shoes, and hurriedly put the washed clothes on the rope outside into the house when the heavy rain was coming.

She had just washed the clothes this morning, and it was cloudy again today, with no sun.

Even if it was taken into the house in the afternoon, it was still wet to the touch.

Lin Wanjiao hugged the clothes and reluctantly carried them to the open space of her main house.

The clothes are still wet, so they must not be stacked, or they may become damp.

(End of this chapter)