In the early morning, Shen Qiuqiu fell asleep in a daze and was awakened by the sound of raindrops outside the window.

She stood up and opened the curtains, and it was raining heavily outside the window.

The rainwater flowed down the eaves, dripping down like broken beads.

An autumn rain and a cold.

Shen Qiuqiu rubbed her arms and felt a slight chill.

Looking out through the glass window full of water droplets, the raindrops fell on the ground, stirring up water splashes, and a thin layer of mist formed on the ground.

Dim lights were on in the kitchen diagonally opposite, and wisps of smoke lingered from the top of the chimney.

Shen Qiuqiu closed the curtains and found a strawberry sweatshirt to change into.

The sound of getting dressed finally woke up Li Mao.

She turned over and whispered: "What time is it?"

Shen Qiuqiu found a coat from the closet and threw it to her, "It's raining and it's a bit cold. You can wear my coat."

Grandma is making breakfast, I'm going to see what she makes delicious."

There was no umbrella in the room, so Shen Qiuqiu opened the door and trotted to the kitchen in the rain.

Grandma Shen looked up and saw the small drops of water dripping from her hair, and said angrily: "You are such an adult, why are you still so reckless?

I placed an umbrella outside your room, but you must not have even looked at it."

Under grandma's slightly reproachful gaze, Shen Qiuqiu pulled up her sleeves and wiped her face carelessly a few times, and quickly changed the subject.

"Grandma, what delicious food did you make this morning? I'm hungry."

Grandma Shen smiled and rolled her eyes at her, pointing to the snow-white dough on the chopping board.

"I've just kneaded the dough and I'll cook it for you this morning."

Qinghe Village is located in the south, and the staple food has always been rice. Except for steamed buns and dumplings during festivals, pasta is rarely eaten.

When I was a child, life at home was difficult. Eating rice for every meal was a luxury, so Grandma Shen would occasionally cook a hot meal of noodle soup.

You can make a big pot of noodle soup with just a small ball of noodles, and you can have a full meal with the soup and noodles included.

Because the noodles in noodle soup are cut into thin pieces and shaped like little ears, they are also called noodle ears.

The smooth and delicious noodles are the best memories of childhood.

Thinking of the noodles and ears she often ate when she was a child, Shen Qiuqiu couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

"Hmm... I haven't had noodles and ears for a long time. I want to eat a big bowl."

Grandma Shen had a doting smile on her face, "Okay, such a big ball of noodles is enough for you to eat."

Shen Qiuqiu sat in front of the stove to help light the fire, and took out her mobile phone to film the process of her grandma making noodle soup.

Grandma Shen poured hot water from the large pot into the kettle and kept it for a while for the children to wash their faces.

After the water vapor in the pot dries up, I scoop out a spoonful of white lard from the pot and put it into the pot. After the lard melts, I add the pre-cut bacon.

The aroma of fried bacon is even stronger, and the whole house is filled with a strong aroma of bacon.

After frying the bacon until fragrant, Grandma Shen poured a few more ladles of water into the pot. There was a "Zila" sound and a burst of white smoke rose from the pot.

This is the soup base for noodles.

While waiting for the soup base to boil, Grandma Shen took out the washed cabbage and chives from the basin.

Thinly cut the cabbage into shreds, and cut the chives into chopped green onions.

After the soup base was boiling, Grandma Shen picked up the dough, grabbed a little bit of it with her hands, kneaded it into thin slices and put it in the soup.

Cook until the dough changes color and there is no dead core. Add the chopped cabbage and cook for another two minutes. Finally, sprinkle with green chopped green onions and add salt to taste.

Looking at the big pot full of noodles, Shen Qiuqiu sniffed hard, "Wow, it smells so good."

Grandma Shen laughed at her, "You are the only one with a sweet mouth. No matter what grandma does, you always say it tastes good."

Shen Qiuqiu hugged grandma's arm and acted coquettishly, "That's right, grandma's cooking is the most fragrant and delicious."

Grandma Shen smiled heartily and pulled her arm out of her hand, "I'm going to call Xiaona and Maungmaung to have breakfast. It will be cold in a while and it won't taste good."

Shen Qiuqiu blinked and asked, "Isn't my grandpa going to the fields again?"

Grandma Shen nodded, "It rained all night, and he was worried that the strawberry seedlings he had just planted would be washed up by the rain and leave before dawn, unable to stop them.

The road was slippery on a rainy day, and I was worried that he would fall out again, so I asked Xiaoshu and your sister-in-law to follow him and watch."

Shen Qiuqiu slapped herself on the head in annoyance, "Oh my god, how could I forget this?"

"Grandma, you guys eat first, and I'll go take a look in the fields too."

After saying this, she stood up and walked out.

Grandma Shen quickly stopped her, "No need to go, Xiaoshu called me just now. They are already on their way back and will be there soon."

Sure enough, as soon as Grandma Shen finished speaking, there was a noise outside the door.

Grandpa Shen opened the door and walked in wearing a raincoat and a bamboo hat.

Shen Jiashu and Shen Xiu were two steps behind him, both dressed in the same style.

Grandma Shen stood on the door frame of the kitchen and called to them loudly, "Go back to the house and change into clean clothes. I'll come over for breakfast later."

Sharp-eyed Shen Qiuqiu noticed that grandpa's trousers and shoes were all wet from the rain.

Feeling distressed and blaming herself, she silently went to the corner and picked up two pieces of ginger.

"What are you doing with ginger? There is no need to put ginger in this soup." Grandma Shen didn't understand.

While washing the ginger, Shen Qiuqiu replied: "Grandpa and the others got caught in the rain. I'll make them some brown sugar ginger water to drink to keep them away from the cold."

Grandma Shen smiled and let her do the trouble.

Bowls of noodle soup were poured out of the pot, and there were exactly seven big bowls.

Grandma Shen held an umbrella and went to call Li Mao and Song Na, while Shen Qiuqiu cleaned the pot and started boiling brown sugar ginger water.

Before the brown sugar ginger water boiled, Grandpa Shen entered the kitchen holding an umbrella.

Shen Qiuqiu said angrily, "Grandpa, you can't do this again next time."

Looking at his granddaughter's angry face, Grandpa Shen couldn't help but laugh.

"How's grandpa doing? He made our little girl's cheeks bulge, like a toad on a rainy day."

Shen Qiuqiu stamped her feet, "Grandpa!"

His childish temper made Grandpa Shen laugh heartily.

After laughing for a while, he said like coaxing a child: "Okay, okay, grandpa knows, I will definitely call you next time I go to the fields."

Shen Qiuqiu retorted, "You said the same thing last time. It's only been a few days and you forgot it again."

Grandpa Shen laughed and laughed, "Grandpa is old and doesn't remember things. It is inevitable that he will be confused sometimes. Xiaohua, don't blame grandpa."

Although he supported his granddaughter's decision to become a farmer, the old man still couldn't bear the pain of the wind and rain that the granddaughter he had raised had to endure.

He would rather he work harder so that his granddaughter can suffer less.

Shen Qiuqiu naturally knew what her grandfather was thinking. While she was a little helpless, she also felt warm in her heart.
Chapter completed!