The Peasant Wife Has a Space

After a while, a pot of rice porridge was finally cooked.

A bowl of porridge, except for a little bit of rice at the bottom, is all water, which is too thin.

However, people in the countryside basically cook porridge like this. Whose refined grains are not finely eaten, how can they be willing to eat too much at once?

Although Zhao Xiulan sent them a lot of refined grains, Su Yunhua was reluctant to eat too much at once.

Now that I can drink a mouthful of porridge, I am very satisfied. Even if the porridge is a little thin, it is more delicious than the bitter and astringent wild vegetables.

After the porridge was cooked, Su Yunhua gave Bi Xiufang a bowl, "Come on, old lady, have some porridge, some soup, drink it slowly!"

Su Yunhua asked for more rice grains in the porridge that Su Yunhua had given to Bi Xiufang, and they were all picked up from the bottom. It's fine for him to drink a little thinner himself, but he has to ask his wife to drink a little more thickly. After all, she is sick, so she should drink better.

The old couple held the bowl and drank it in small sips, and they were reluctant to swallow.

Bi Xiufang said with emotion, "Old man, refined grains are still delicious! If we could drink porridge every day, how good would it be to eat refined grains?"

Su Yunhua smiled and comforted, "Yes, the days in the future will get better and better, and we can often eat refined grains."

At the other end, Zhao Xiulan and Jiang Cheng returned to Li Shizhu's house, and then returned to the county town with Guo Caixia. When Zhao Xiulan and Jiang Cheng returned to the Liuzhuang production team, it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon.

In winter, as soon as it gets dark, there is a lot of movement outside.

After Zhao Xiulan and Jiang Cheng went home, Li Lijuan had already prepared the meals.

But I didn't prepare anything delicious, so I steamed some rice and fried a few vegetarian dishes.

Li Lijuan's craftsmanship was not very good at first, so Zhao Xiulan put down her chopsticks before eating much at night.

Taking advantage of Li Lijuan's absence, Zhao Weiguo asked the old couple of the Su family alone. After hearing Zhao Xiulan's description, Zhao Weiguo felt a little guilty.

Knowing that the old couple of the Su family lived like this, he, the son-in-law, should secretly send something to help them, so that the old couple would not suffer so many crimes.

Zhao Weiguo told Zhao Xiulan that if there was a chance, she would go there, take care of her, and help her.

"Dad, don't worry, I know!"

"Okay, you know it's fine."

After dinner, Zhao Xiulan went back to rest.

The next day, there was no need to go out, and there was nothing to do, Zhao Xiulan just had time to take a good rest.

The people who have tossed these days are a little tired. She is not iron, so she is naturally very tired.

Because Zhao Xiulan was in charge of the chef, the food was a little richer. Zhao Xiulan didn't cook porridge for breakfast, but ordered a bowl of noodles, a fried egg, and a few green vegetables in it.

After the family devoured it, Jiang Cheng was similar.

Knowing that Jiangcheng can eat, Zhao Xiulan also specially prepared some more for Jiangcheng, but Jiangcheng took a few bites, and he ate it in his stomach after a while.

Seeing Jiang Cheng like this, Zhao Xiulan took some noodles out of her bowl and said, "Aren't you full? Eat some more, and I'll give you some."

Jiang Cheng was a little embarrassed and said, "No need, Xiulan, I'm almost full, you eat it yourself, don't give it to me!"

It's all his fault that he ate too fast. His little daughter-in-law thought she wasn't full. Well, although she really wanted to eat, she wasn't hungry.