At noon, hare stewed with potatoes, scrambled eggs with garlic sprouts, vermicelli stewed with radish, and cabbage fried with meat oil. For the Zhao family, these dishes are the highest standard for entertaining guests! On weekdays, like most families, their family only eats wild vegetable wotou.

Serve with vegetable soup, it’s good if it’s half full!

Su Yun's second brother and younger sister came back first. Mrs. Zhao took their baskets - there was only half a basket of old wild vegetables in them. All the wild products in the nearby mountains had been picked up by the villagers. There were many wild animals in the mountains, and Mrs. Zhao repeatedly

Tell them not to take any risks.

Huang Qiuling's smile was obviously very enthusiastic when she learned that her eldest aunt had brought not only food and vegetables, but also a hare and four pigeons. She washed her hands, took the Fuya, weighed it gently, and said with a smile

: "Oh! You're quite easy-going! Sister, you really know how to raise children!"

Su Yun touched his daughter's serious face and said with a smile: "Fuya has a good appetite and is not picky. It's quite easy to raise her!"

Huang Qiuling glanced at her little son, who was carried out by her husband, and sighed: "He can eat well! When Xi'er was this big, he was fed very carefully and was so chubby. The second baby can't do it anymore, three or four months later.

I have no milk, I can only eat rice soup, and I am as thin as a chicken!"

"It would be nice to have rice soup to eat! You can also eat an egg every three days. Go to the village and ask whose children can match our food?" Su Lao Er Su Xiyuan came over with his son in his arms.

The children are together - one is fair and fat, with skin like soft tofu; the other is thin and skinny, with a dark and yellow complexion, and they are not nutritious at first glance. The contrast should not be too obvious!

Huang Qiuling couldn't help but ask again: "Sister, what are your children fed now?"

Su Yun concealed the milk powder and said: "Grind japonica rice and cook it into a thick rice noodle soup, then mix it with some egg yolk. Sometimes, put some chopped young vegetable leaves in the rice noodle soup, add a little

Salt, a drop of sesame oil... Fuya likes to eat it recently."

"Sister, you know how to raise children! When dad comes back from buying rice, I will do the same for the second baby!" Huang Qiuling looked at her niece who was as fat as a Fuwa in her arms, and then at her dark and skinny son.

I feel quite uncomfortable.

Su Erwa healed her scar and forgot about the pain. When she saw the little sister in her mother's arms, she stretched out her little paw and smiled like an idiot. Fuya retreated and frowned.

Dodge. She felt a little crazy: Children are so annoying! Don't you know how to look at people's faces? Can't you just stay in your father's arms? Why do you keep harassing her?

Song Ziran had never dealt with children in her previous life. She didn’t know that a child less than one year old could be so noisy!

Su Yun saw that his brother and sister were struggling to hold him, and he was afraid that she might drop the old lady's beloved child, so he quickly picked it up. Fuya buried her face in her mother's arms and ignored the second baby who was screaming to attract her attention: "When?"

Can you go home? I feel so tired!

Mrs. Zhao looked at the sky and said to her daughter and eldest son: "Your father and brother probably won't be back for a while. Yun'er will go back in the afternoon, so let's eat first without waiting for them!"

Su Yun said hurriedly: "Don't worry, we have a bullock cart. Besides, our Fu Ya also misses her grandpa, right?"

Fuya tried her best to hold back the word "um". She met her grandpa once on the full moon day, and she quite liked this grandpa who always had a gentle smile. Even his rough clothes could not hide his temperament. See

He, she couldn't help but have seven words pop up in her mind - There is poetry and calligraphy in her belly.

The most satisfying thing for her was that the name her grandfather gave her had exactly the same pronunciation as her name in her previous life, and she liked it very much!

When Mrs. Zhao and Huang Qiuling heard what was going on in her mouth, they burst into laughter. Ms. Zhao was even more surprised and said: "How old will this little thing be before he can understand? He even said 'um'. I really miss your grandpa."

Already?"

Huang Qiuling said in surprise: "Can't it? How old is she? What does she know? Is it a coincidence?" The baby, who is only more than six months old, has only met the old man once, what can he remember?

Fuya glanced at Huang Qiuling lightly, turned to look at her mother, and shouted at her "Ah, ah!" twice - she was hungry and wanted to eat!

Su Yun understood immediately, pushed her daughter into her father's arms, and said to Mrs. Zhao, "Fuya is hungry, I'll get her some food!"

Mrs. Zhao followed her into the kitchen and said, "There is still some rice at home, how about... make rice porridge for the two children?"

Su Yun mashed the rice with a stone mortar, put it into a casserole, and simmered it over low heat until a thick rice oil came out. Then she took it out to cool, then mashed the egg yolk and put it in and stirred it. Su Erwa devoured it.

, Fuya ate slowly and leisurely. She was eating egg yolk porridge in her mouth, but her eyes were staring at the baked potatoes in her grandma's hand - dipped in a thin layer of salt and pepper, it must be delicious!

Su Yun suppressed a smile, took a peeled small potato from Mrs. Zhao, put it to her mouth and teased her: "Fuya, do you want to eat it? Nod if you want to eat it!"

Fuya refused to cooperate and stared at her accusingly - Are you teasing a dog? We also have tempers, hum! Don't force me to use special tricks! I cry very fiercely and I can't be coaxed!

Mrs. Zhao couldn't stand it anymore and patted her daughter: "Look at how anxious you are about your child! Are there any mothers like you?"

Only then did Su Yun bring the potatoes to his daughter's mouth. Fuya huffed angrily - we have the guts to eat food that comes from outside... Wow! It tastes so good!

Mrs. Zhao thought that her granddaughter, who only had two small teeth, was just chewing and licking to get the taste. Who would have thought that this little thing could use only two teeth to bite off potato pieces as big as nails. She quickly started to give them to her.

He took it out and said, "Ouch! You can't eat it like this, or it might get stuck in your throat!"

Fuya looked at her grandma with tears in her eyes - she had chewed the potatoes out of her strength, but she still took out the potatoes that were in her mouth?

Mrs. Zhao boiled a porcelain bowl with boiling water, crushed the roasted potatoes into pieces, crushed them with a garlic pestle, and added some sugar water to mix them into a paste.

She handed the bowl to Su Yun and said, "Try it this way. Don't feed her too much, just give her a taste!"

Su Yun dug a little bit with a spoon. Fuya was like a little swallow waiting to be fed, with her mouth wide open and waiting. The mashed potatoes entered the mouth, and they were floury, gritty, and had a faint sweetness. Fuya expressed that she was not very satisfied——

Just add some more milk and egg yolks!

What made her even more dissatisfied was that she only tasted two bites of the mashed potatoes before it was given to the "slobbering baby", but she could only continue to eat her tasteless egg yolk porridge.

Especially after grandpa came back, everyone gathered around the table to eat delicious braised hare. Even the almost one-year-old "drooling baby" could taste the potatoes dipped in broth, but she could only drool at the smell.

Alas! When will she grow up?
Chapter completed!