Of course, Mrs. He didn't want the third girl to follow Mrs. Feng's footsteps. She just felt that Mrs. Feng was choked to death by pomegranate seeds. It was a bit unlucky to see this thing. She looked at it and gave it to the third girl.

However, Mrs. He's reaction is weird enough.

Shen was speechless. He Gong felt that his mother had gone a little. You always look at the bad luck of pomegranates. If you don’t eat them, you can’t give them to the third girl. He Gong was about to speak, but He Zijin was already laughing and playing with the third girl, "Cousin, let’s go eat them. This year, we are big and sweet. My mother picked the best pomegranates in my grandmother’s house and brought them with me. I wanted to eat them before, but my mother didn’t let me. This time we will be cheaper."

The third girl's eyes were slightly warm, thinking that although her grandmother was not very kind, fortunately, everyone else was very nice to her. The third girl nodded, "Yes."

Old Mother He felt that He Zijin was not very steady in jumping around all day long. This was his granddaughter. Old Mother He didn't seem to give the pomegranate to the third girl directly, but instead told He Zijin, "Be careful." Why do this silly girl eat everything? Haven't you heard that the pomegranate seeds choked Mrs. Feng to death?

"Grandma, don't worry, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, which family doesn't eat pomegranates? Everyone is as stingy as Mrs. Feng." He Zijin said, "We peeled the pomegranate grains and squeezed out the juice to drink. It will definitely be delicious." He asked the third girl to go to the kitchen to squeeze the pomegranate juice.

He Gong looked at me and sighed, "Oh...mother...mother, you...he...he..."

Old Lady He glanced at her son, "A real man, you say something when you have something to say, what are you doing when you sigh?"

He Gong was depressed, "It's nothing." As a son, he wanted to reason with his mother, but he didn't say anything clearly, let alone his mother was famous for being unreasonable. He Gong shut up tactfully, thinking of asking his wife to take care of her cousin and niece in private.

In fact, there were juicers in ancient times. There was one in the He family, made of wood. It was said that this thing was very high-end, but I thought it was not uncommon for the ancients to squeeze oil from peanuts, grind soy milk from soybeans, and make some juice.

Mrs. Zhou was busy cooking dinner, but He Gong returned home and wanted to add two good dishes. He Zijin said, "My grandma just cooks, and I will just squeeze the juices on my own."

Madam Zhou brought out the juice-squeezing house and reminded her, "Miss Cousin is looking at the older girl, she is still young." Then she went to work hard.

The third girl nodded. The two washed the thing first, and then peeled out many pomegranate seeds. After squeezing out the juice, He Zijin first scooped two small bowls with a wooden spoon and said, "Cousin, let's try it first."

The third girl hesitated, "I squeezed so many pomegranate juice, but my grandmother may not like it. Should we give some to my cousin and cousin first?" If you have something, you must eat it first. For example, the pomegranate that my cousin gave her was chosen by my cousin Xueshi and put it in He's house. The third girl lacked some education in advance, but she was extremely capable of learning from one example. Besides, Mrs. He felt that the pomegranate was unlucky and didn't eat it, but she gave it to her. But seeing that my cousin was not like this, she wouldn't allow her to come and squeeze pomegranate juice from her.

He Zijin blinked, "It's okay, it's okay, the chef will taste the bland first." She glanced at her eyes and saw Mrs. Zhou holding a piece of mutton in her mouth. Mrs. Zhou muttered, "It's a bit bland." He greeted He Zijin, "The big girl is here to try it."

"My grandma just tastes it, otherwise what if I get addicted to it, I can eat up all the meat?"

Mrs. Zhou laughed, "Then it will break the girl's belly."

The third girl held back the laughter. He Zijin clearly laughed at Mrs. Zhou, but Mrs. Zhou couldn't hear it. He Zijin said, "Madam, I'll leave you a bowl of pomegranate juice, you remember to drink it. I pour the rest into this copper pot and scald it with boiling water. Remember to take it up when eating." Mrs. Zhou was not only silly, but also greedy. Instead of leaving and drinking it secretly, it would be better to leave a portion for Mrs. Zhou directly.

Mrs. Zhou was indeed happy, feeling that the eldest girl was worthy of being her little soulmate, and responded loudly.

He Zijin and the third girl drank pomegranate juice and went to play.

When we were waiting for dinner, He Zijin also invited his parents to taste the pomegranate juice squeezed by her and the third girl. He Gong said, "This method is good. It's cold. Drinking cold fruit juice is not good for the stomach. It's best to drink it warm again and again." He said to Shen, "You can drink a little too, it's warm."

Mrs. Shen tasted it and laughed, "This year's pomegranate is sweet."

He Gong asked me, "Do you want to drink a little? It tastes good."

Old Madam He curled her lips and disdained, "What's the point of drinking?"

He Zijin was a bit funny to mom He, "Of course I have a drink, it's so delicious, it's very sweet. First look at the color. After I squeezed the juice out, I used yarn twice. There was no seed residue inside, so the color was so clear that it suited our white porcelain bowl, which looked like a piece of yellow amber. When I smelled this fragrance again, the fragrance of pomegranate was different from other ones, and it was particularly rich. I felt that drinking a bowl of pomegranate juice would make me smell good." Finally, He Zijin sighed like a chanting, "It's so delicious!"

These days, the material is too limited, and Mrs. He is not a person who is good at enjoying it. She often eats pomegranates and has drunk watermelon juice, but she has never drunk pomegranate juice. Mrs. He is old and prefers sweet things. Therefore, after hearing what He Zijin said, Mrs. He couldn't help but "gulp" in his throat and swallowed. He Zijin laughed secretly, but Mrs. He was not stupid, and immediately realized that this dead girl was deliberately greedy for her with pomegranate juice. Mrs. He was like a queen at home. She slapped her lips and said with a stern face, "It's so delicious, give me a bowl."

"Hey, grandma, don't you not eat pomegranates?"

Old lady He glared at He Zijin, feeling that the girl's movies were a bit disgusting and talked too much! She said directly, "I'm going to drink pomegranate juice, what?"

He Zijin poured a bowl in person and brought it to He's mother and smiled, "No, my grandmother wants to drink it, I'll pour it for you personally. Let's see how filial I am. Is there any granddaughter in the world who is more filial than me?"

Mrs. He waved her hand and said, "Okay, sit down and have a good meal, why are you going to finish your words?" She picked it up and took a sip. It was indeed delicious.

Mrs. He drank pomegranate juice and sighed, "The same is true for my in-laws. At this age, why do you still eat pomegranates? I want to taste it, but it will be the same if I squeeze the juice."

He Zijin: The old lady’s resentment is not as deep as it is.

I heard Mrs. He say to Shen, "From the future, we will squeeze the pomegranate and eat it."

Shen: Fortunately, her daughter solved the pomegranate matter, otherwise, with my mother's temper, the fruit would not be easy on August 15th.
Chapter completed!