A famous doctor who loves his wife beyond measure

Chapter 180 Baucau Champion’s Sweet Potato Soup (1)
"I know it every day!" Tian Tian seemed to understand, but he kept nodding his head obediently, following the bumps on the horse, a row of black bangs on his forehead jumped up and down briskly.

"Good boy." Su Qingwan gave a gratified compliment.

Along the way, Su Qingwan led the horse and returned to her small courtyard amidst the exclamations of the villagers. Su Qingwan led the horse in, touched her head with a smile and said, "Tang Bao, this is your new home." Oh! In a few days, I will get you a comfortable stable to live in, and now you are wronged and wronged, and it will be a few days."

Turning her gaze, Su Qingwan saw that Qiuqiu was curled up in the doghouse, looking lazily at this side, occasionally sticking out the dog's head, and taking a few glances at this big guy, as if a little scared, but also a little curious, seeing In this situation, she couldn't help thinking to herself, whether the horse and the dog can get along harmoniously?Tang Bao looks quite docile, I hope he won't trample the puppy into meatloaf once he gets angry.

Qiuqiu in the kennel looked around, looked at the big guy coldly, then shrank back, and continued to doze off.

"Wow, woof woof." Damn, there's another land grab!It's been a tough day.

After tying up the horse and feeding some fodder, Su Qingwan brought the pot of orchids in front of the dejected Qiuqiu, "Little guy, this is for you to decorate the kennel, isn't it pretty? Cough, don't bite, don't bite... this one is a kennel." Famous flowers and plants are expensive, and you won’t be able to pay for them if you sell them, be good.”

She, Su Qingwan, is not a person who likes the new and dislikes the old. She has a deep affection for the little guy like Qiuqiu.

Qiuqiu smelled a strong fragrance, jumped out of the kennel out of curiosity, and sniffed around the pot of orchid grass. When Tiantian came back, he sat on a small stool and scooped a little into the bright yellow bowl with the Chinese characters "Fu". Scooping water, teasing the five little green-shelled tortoises to play and play, with a light poke of the little finger, they turned the turtles' shells upside down in a mischievous manner, watching their silly appearance with their feet upturned and unable to move, and from time to time they let out childish laughter.

Su Qingwan saw that it was getting late, so she went to make dinner. Half an hour later, the family began to eat, and dinner was eaten in the small yard. There were more sugar treasures and five little green-shelled turtles in the yard, and it seemed more lively Tang Bao was very active, but Tang Bao was very quiet and docile, grazing with his head down, while the five little turtles crawled around in the bowl tirelessly. The little guy held a big round blue flower rice bowl with his two small hands, and ordered vegetables. Sneaking over from time to time, squatting next to the bowl, staring at it with interest while grilling rice.

After eating and taking a hot bath, the family climbed out of bed contentedly. The little guy was tired after playing all day, so he didn't bother Su Qingwan any more, and soon fell asleep with a "huhu" in his sleep. , the pink and tender mouth was still slightly opened, and a few strands of sparkling halazi flowed out, turned over, and a calf as white as a lotus root was lifted out of the quilt, and the vague childish voice whispered, "Little turtle, little turtle ,climb……"

Su Qingwan gently combed her son's hair with her fingers, grabbed his restless little feet, and stuffed them into the warm quilt. On one side of her head, she also fell asleep in a daze. In her sleep, she felt elegant and charming for a while. The fragrance, mixed with the cool autumn wind, floats through the green window screens, making you dreamy.

This sleep was incomparably sweet, and when Su Qingwan woke up early the next morning, she felt refreshed. Thinking of the things she had promised her brother a few days ago, she didn't delay right now, and laid out a stack on the table in the bright hall. On thick rice paper, I found a black inkstone to grind the ink, and polished a thin wolf hair brush. I took the brush in my mouth casually, thought for a while, then buried my head, "brushing", Start sketching in detail.

This painting became more and more out of control. She racked her brains and dug out all the modern knowledge about the dressing box in her mind. It was the evening when the sky was dark. Except for making a meal at noon, Su Qingwan didn't leave her ass. After crossing the stool, she felt numb and itchy buttocks at the moment, and it was not easy to sigh in her heart. Fortunately, the manuscript has basically come out, and she was also very satisfied. Tien Tian, ​​who is weak, is lying on his stomach, but he can see his side face, and his small mouth is so tall that he can hang a soy sauce bottle.

Half an hour ago, the little guy hugged his stomach and shouted that he was hungry. He first rode a long wooden bench as a horse, and yelled at his mother to cook. Unfortunately, Su Qingwan ignored him. After playing for a while, she probably felt that It was boring, so I gave up. At this moment, my small body was weakly lying on the long wooden bench, my little butt was facing the sky, my limbs were hanging down weakly, and I didn't move.

"What are you doing, son?"

"Play dead."

"..." Su Qingwan walked over, slapped that little buttocks, and fiercely said with her hands on her hips, "You can pretend to be another one and I'll try it? Smash your ass, believe it or not! Children have no energy at all, what are you pretending to do?" Dead, boring."

"Aww!" The little guy was in pain, jumped up suddenly, sat on the long wooden bench, rubbed his buttocks and said tearfully, "Mother, I'm hungry every day."

"Okay, okay, mother is going to cook now, but you have to be obedient and go play in the yard!" Su Qingwan received the drawing, stretched her waist, and twisted her son's chubby face , really elastic, children's skin is good!

"Woo...it hurts!" The little guy pouted in protest, and quickly ran into the yard.Mother is getting more and more powerful, if he is disobedient, he will end up miserable!

In the evening, the sun was setting in the small courtyard of Mu Shaoxian's house.

It was already time for dinner. In the Mu’s kitchen, Mrs. Hu was roasting sweet potatoes, while Mu Shaoxian and Sun Yuzhen, Wen Shuwen, were so hungry that they came to the kitchen. Sweet potatoes, the few sweet, glutinous, oily and fragrant roasted sweet potatoes last time made them have endless aftertastes, so they asked Hu to do it.

In fact, she was only superficially warm to Sun Yuzhen, and she didn't bother to talk to her at all, but her precious son wanted to eat, so Hu had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Speaking of which, the taste of Hu's cooking is very average, not as good as Mu Shaoxian's father's cooking skills, and he has never baked sweet potatoes. She always likes to be clean, and despises the roasted black and gray, dirty, but This time she was forced to go to Liangshan, so she had to give it a try. As the saying goes, if you haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run away?

Hu thought to himself that although he had never roasted before, he often watched others roast it. Since he was born in the countryside, roasting a sweet potato is always a problem, so he can show his skills in front of his son.

But when she thought that the roasted sweet potatoes last time were sent by Su Qingwan, she felt a little guilty. It's all meticulous.

Mrs. Hu was heating the food on the stove, turned her head to Sun Yuzhen and said with a smile, "Yuzhen, don't you want to eat roasted sweet potatoes? Madam will make it for you."

(End of this chapter)