Mo Ziwan took a vegetable basket and ran towards the vegetable garden. Fortunately, there were some tomatoes from the end season in the garden, otherwise there would be nothing in the sandwich except a fried egg. When I walked into the vegetable garden, I walked towards the place where tomatoes were planted. The tomatoes were planted with green beans. There were few people in my family before, and when I was planting any vegetables, there were not many vegetables. However, every summer, the tomatoes in the Mo family were always much higher than other vegetables.

There is a vegetable garden with a full acre of land, and tomatoes account for almost a quarter of the place. The two old men of the Mo family are reluctant to leave themselves, but they always think of ways to let Mo Ziwan eat better and wear better.

In order for Mo Ziwan to eat fruit, the yard in front of the Mo family carries a pear tree and plum tree, and two orange trees next to the yard behind. In addition to planting fruit trees, the tomatoes are also planted by the two old men for Mo Ziwan. They can be eaten raw or cooked. Anyway, they just let Mo Ziwan eat more snacks. Of course, if it is just for Mo Ziwan to have snacks, it wouldn't be planted so much. The two old men also planned Han Chunlin and Han Shuxian's.

Mo Ziwan came to the vegetable field with a basket that was so big that she said. As soon as she approached, she saw Song Nanzhi who was bent down to work. Mo Ziwan shouted loudly: "Grandma!"

Song Nanzhi was choosing cabbage, and when he saw Mo Ziwan walking over, he cared and said, "Why did you get up so early?"

Mo Ziwan answered under the guise of being hungry, and then said, "Grandma, my sister Mo Li and I have made delicious food."

Although Song Nanzhi was still saving food, her family has paid off the accounts and saved some money. The family’s grain harvest is good, and the food is not as good as before. She is reluctant to let go of it, and she doesn’t want to let it go. As long as she doesn’t waste it, she doesn’t detain the food. She lets the children eat well and eat enough, otherwise she wouldn’t buy so much meat by Mo Ziwan. Now she heard that it’s delicious, so she just asked with a smile: “What’s the delicious food?”

Mo Ziwan said mysteriously: "You will know when grandma goes back and sees it." In fact, she doesn't know how to say this name.

Song Nanzhi was not unhappy because she didn't say it, but instead smiled and said, "Okay, I'll know when I go back."

Seeing that the backpack placed beside it had several cabbages neatly filled in it, Mo Ziwan asked, "Grandma, we can't finish so many cabbages at once, why are you chopping so much?"

Seeing that Mo Ziwan asked about the two, Song Nanzhi told Mo Ziwan that he was going to deliver some vegetables to Xie Wenhua and Liu Yuan. After that, he said, "I also picked some green beans and put them under the cabbage. When I got back, I divided them into two portions. After dinner, you can deliver them with me."

After hearing this, Mo Ziwan said, "Okay, then I'll pick some tomatoes and also send some tomatoes to Uncle Xie and Uncle Liu."

Song Nanzhiben also wanted to pick tomatoes, but the tomatoes were stingy and afraid they would be crushed. Then she thought of picking the tomatoes after they were chopped off the cabbage. Seeing the baskets she was carrying, she would come to the field to pick them when she wanted to eat them. She was used to picking them, so she said, "Okay, pick them slowly, don't hurt your hands."

Mo Ziwan nodded and walked towards the tomato. Looking at the branches of tomatoes withered branches, they would not be able to eat them in a few days. Although the branches and leaves were withered, the tomatoes hanging on the branches were still watery and could be eaten for several days.

In front of the tomato branches, Mo Ziwan was still quite tall, so she bent down like Song Nanzhi, looking for ripe tomatoes. There were many tomatoes. Even if she picked them and picked them, she picked a full basket in a short while. The top of the basket was a few big red tomatoes.

After picking two handfuls of chili peppers, Song Nanzhi straightened up after picking about eight or nine eggplants, turned around and looked at Mo Ziwan, and shouted, "Wanwan, have the tomatoes been picked?"

Mo Ziwan also stood up straight and replied, "It's been picked." After answering, she said, "Grandma, I can't lift it."

Song Nanzhi didn't dare to let him bring it up, so he hurriedly replied, "Don't worry, I'll bring it up." After Song Nanzhi said that, he walked towards Mo Ziwan. After walking, he looked at a basket of tomatoes and looked into the field. Although there were still some on the branches, it would take two days to grow ripe. The rest would probably be eaten for five or six days. "Save a few in a while. You can have some if you want to eat them, and the fields will have to wait two days before they can eat them."

Mo Ziwan replied: "Yes

, I will use tomatoes to cook later."

Song Nanzhi walked towards the basket with a basket full of tomatoes, then squatted down and carried the basket harder. Perhaps because the basket was filled with too much vegetables, he carried a basket of tomatoes, and his body suddenly burst out.

Mo Ziwan looked at Song Nanzhi who had been stunned for a moment and hurriedly reached out to help him, "Grandma, be careful." After waiting for Mo Ziwan to stand firm, she quickly picked up two tomatoes in the basket and held them in her arms.

Seeing Mo Ziwan's face full of worry, Song Nanzhi comforted her with relief: "It's okay, grandma is much better now. She just didn't stand firm when she got up."

The vegetable garden was already at the door of the house, and the two of them walked to the door of the house in a few steps. Song Nanzhi walked directly to the backyard with a basket on his back, preparing to clean up the vegetables after a while. Mo Ziwan naturally followed him to the backyard.

Before he could enter the kitchen, Song Nanzhi smelled the smell of the kang cake: "Is this a kang cake?"

Mo Ziwan replied with a smile on her face, "Well, Brother Qingyuan is burning the fire, and Sister Mo Li is on the kang cake."

After hearing this, Song Nanzhi laughed, "Why did you ask your brother Qingyuan to burn the fire? Isn't he studying?"

Mo Ziwan replied childishly: "Brother Qingyuan was afraid that my sister and I would not be able to do well, so he came to help us. As a result, he couldn't cook by himself, and I taught him how to cook the fire." After that, he burst into laughter.

After hearing this, Song Nanzhi said angrily: "Your brother Qingyuan is a boy and you haven't done these things before. It's normal. Let me tell you what you want to eat in the future. Let's help you make the breasts. Don't delay your brother Qingyuan's study."

Although Mo Ziwan did not agree with this idea of ​​only reading the books of sages and turning a blind eye to the outside world, she did not want to change their inherent thinking. First, this is their concern for Brother Qingyuan. Moreover, this era, even the era she lived in before, was the only thing for the children to do before, and everything else had to be left behind. The only thing she could try to change was the child who was the one who was teaching now, so she responded obediently in the face of Song Nanzhi's advice: "Okay."

The two of them went into the kitchen as they said. Song Nanzhi looked at Mo Li who was still standing by the stove and said carelessly: "Mo Li, be careful, don't get hot."

Mo Li turned his head and looked at Song Nanzhi who was bent by the backpack. He put down the spatula and ran to Song Nanzhi, carrying the backpack with his hands, "Why are grandma carrying so much?"

Song Nanzhi looked at Mo Li running over, and his heart suddenly became softened into mud. Why is this girl so cute? She stretched out her empty hand to touch Mo Li's head, and said kindly: "It's all dishes, not heavy." After that, she said: "You go and take care of the pot, so that the kang will get blurred in a while."

Murong Qingyuan also walked out, first took the tomato from Song Nanzhi's hand, and said, "Grandma should let Wanwan come back and call me." She put the tomato basket aside, and then prepared to carry Song Nanzhi's back basket on her back.

After Song Nanzhi gave him the basket, how could he let him pick up the basket on his back again? However, the children were worried about it, and he felt sweeter than eating honey. He walked towards the backyard with the basket on his back and said, "It's not a heavy thing."

Murong Qingyuan carried the tomatoes and then went to the backyard to help Song Nanzhi put the back basket next to the well. Song Nanzhi, who had put down the things, said to Murong Qingyuan again: "Is the meal ready? If it's not done, I'll go to burn the fire, go read your book."

After Song Nanzhi spoke, Murong Qingyuan replied, "The rice has been prepared, so I'm waiting for Wanwan's other dishes."

Song Nanzhi turned around and looked at Mo Ziwan who was choosing tomatoes, "What else do you want to do? I'll do it."

Mo Ziwan replied, "Everyone fry an egg and then cut the tomato into slices." After saying that, he looked at the cabbage in the backpack, "If you want some tender cabbage leaves, just as long as the leaves are on them, you don't need to chop them. After a while, they are cooked in boiling water and wrapped them in the cake and eaten with the tomatoes." He said silently in his heart: If there is no lettuce, use cabbage instead. They are all dishes, the same one.

Song Nanzhi said angrily: "You have a lot of ideas." But then he followed, "You can do whatever you should do, I will do the rest."

Mo Ziwan knew that she couldn't help, so she said, "Well, grandma, I'll brush my teeth and wash my face first."

Murong Qingyuan said, "I'll get you water."

Mo Ziwan thanked sweetly: "Thank you."

Brother Qingyuan.”

With Song Nanzhi's addition, the fried eggs that Mo Ziwan said were fried in a while, and the tomatoes were cut into slices. The cabbage leaves were also hot and neatly placed on the plate for later use.

After washing, Mo Ziwan drank a cup of warm water that had already been cooled for her and then came to the chopping board, reached out to take a cake and said, "Breathe the cake from the middle." As he said, he broke the cake from the middle into two cakes, and then continued, "Put the fried egg, vegetable leaves and tomatoes in the middle."

Break a cake into two layers, then a layer of tomatoes and eggs, plus tender yellow cabbage leaves, add another layer of tomatoes to the vegetable leaves, and finally cover the cake.

Mo Ziwan looked at the sandwich in her hand and said it was a sandwich, but it had the rounds of burgers, but it was not as good as a burger. If you exchange the egg for chicken steak and add a layer of lunch meat, it would at least be considered a Chinese burger.

Well, I will make a burger next time.

Looking at the sandwich on his hand, he said, "Grandma helps me cut it a little smaller, don't have to be too small, just divide it into two."

Mo Li and Mo Ziwan were holding vegetables next to him, while Song Nanzhi cut with a knife. After everything was done, Song Nanzhi took another plate and put it to the Han family and said to Mo Ziwan: "You send it to your godmother and others, so that they can taste the new tricks you made."

Mo Ziwan held the plate and replied, "Okay, I'll send it now. I guess Brother Chunlin has only been up for a while and just send it to eat."

When Song Nanzhi saw Mo Ziwan walking out while talking, she couldn't help but reminded her again, "Go slower."
Chapter completed!