When other people saw the good relationship between Cheng Hanyan and Cheng Dagen, some were envious and some were jealous.
"Isn't it just cooking? What's there to be proud of? Whose woman can't cook these days?"
There are bound to be a few people in a group who can't stand it and like it sour.
"That's different. He's a chef. Can the food he cooks be the same as the food your wife cooks?"
Listening to the remarks of these people and dogs, the village chief scolded them directly.
"Okay, work hard for me. A few grown men can still make irresponsible remarks all day, why don't those women talk about you?"
As soon as the village chief spoke, those people who couldn't see how others liked acid immediately closed their mouths and did not dare to speak anymore. They worked hard to block the river channel one by one by moving suitable stones.
This work lasted until evening. The village chief asked everyone to go home for dinner. Cheng Hanyan packed up his clothes, which were stained with a lot of dust and dirt, and walked slowly towards his home.
Song Yutong usually cooks early at home, and at this point, she should have almost finished dinner.
It was said that it was evening, but in fact it was already so dark that I could barely see the road. The weather at the end of October should have been cold, but due to the severe drought, it was as hot as June.
Song Yutong stretched out her head for the unknown number of times and looked outside the house. All the men in her family were back. Why hadn't her men arrived home yet?
Nai Tuanzi and Cheng Xiuwen were sitting at the dining table, smelling the aroma of the food in front of them, slurping and drooling.
Song Yutong made minced beans today, steamed eggs and braised eggplant. Not only that, she also made a pot of refreshing and detoxifying mung bean soup, with some osmanthus sugar and rock sugar in it. It smelled of sweet osmanthus.
"When will mommy and daddy come back? The baby is going to starve to death." Nai Duanzi lay on the table in despair, sniffing the aroma of the food on the table.
Song Yutong stretched out her hand and pinched the round face of Naituanzi. This little guy had gained a lot of meat from eating and lying down in the past few days. He felt very comfortable when he held him up.
Even Cheng Xiuwen, who looked haggard and yellow, had become rosy and full of color under her feeding in the past few days.
The withered little face is a little whiter, tenderer, and a little more fleshy, and it doesn't look as dry as before.
"If you are hungry, eat first. I will find a bowl and leave some for your father." Song Yutong had already told them that if they were hungry, they should eat first without waiting for Cheng Hanyan to come back.
The food on the table was almost half cold, but the two little guys still insisted on waiting for Cheng Hanyan to come back.
The man was walking slowly on the road, and a gray hare suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Cheng Hanyan took a closer look, aimed at the direction in which the hare was running, and predicted its prediction.
He bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it in the direction he predicted.
The rabbit that was still running quickly fell to the ground and became motionless. Cheng Hanyan quickly stepped forward to pick up the rabbit, holding it by its ears and weighing it in his hands.
This rabbit probably weighed two kilograms, enough to feed the whole family. The pace home suddenly sped up a lot.
As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, he smelled a strong aroma of vegetables. Cheng Hanyan felt a little hungry and opened the fence door.
Naituanzi heard the voice and ran out immediately: "Daddy is back, it's time to start dinner."
"Didn't you say you don't have to wait for me to eat?" Cheng Hanyan walked in, rubbed Naoduanzi's head, and patted Cheng Xiuwen on the shoulder.
Song Yutong walked out wearing an apron: "The two little guys insist on waiting for you to come back to eat together. They have been waiting for a long time. Wash the rabbit quickly!"
Halfway through her words, she caught a glimpse of Cheng Hanyan grabbing a gray hare and running over with his eyes lit up.
"What a cute little bunny!" Naituanzi also hurriedly came over.
"Dad, is it dead? Can we raise it?" Naituanzi raised his head and stared at Cheng Hanyan with moist eyes, asking for his opinion.
Cheng Hanyan looked at Song Yutong. His wife wanted to use this rabbit for cooking. She really couldn't ask him if she could keep it.
"Rabbits are so cute, so of course they have to be made into braised rabbit heads to make them delicious." Song Yutong's ruthless attitude destroyed the innocence of Naituanzi.
Cheng Xiuwen was afraid that Naituanzi would be sad, so he patted his shoulder to comfort him.
"There is drought everywhere now, and food is more important. When the situation improves next year, we will raise rabbits."
After hearing Cheng Xiuwen's words, Naituanzi did not speak, but sniffed.
Cheng Xiuwen thought he was crying out of sadness, so he knelt down and prepared to say a few words of comfort.
But he found that all the bits of milk dumplings had fallen out, and what he was sucking was not snot, but the bits that came out.
Cheng Xiuwen suddenly disliked Naituanzi and told him that his feelings were wasted.
"Really, mother, do you want to make braised rabbit heads? Do you want to do it today? Can we make braised rabbit heads for supper?"
Looking at the impatient look, it was as if he had just wanted to raise a rabbit and he was not the one who praised the cuteness of the rabbit.
Song Yutong burst into laughter: "You really want to eat it?"
Nai Tuanzi nodded heavily; "Not only does the baby think about it, but also the little uncle thinks about it."
Naituanzi immediately grabbed Cheng Xiuwen's hand, not wanting to drag her little uncle down with her.
He may not necessarily do it if his mother wants it, but if his uncle and father both want it, his mother will definitely do it.
"I miss my dad too." Naituanzi suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten his dad, and immediately grabbed the corner of Cheng Hanyan's clothes with his free hand.
Song Yutong looked into Naoduanzi's bright eyes and couldn't bear to refuse, just when she was about to agree.
Cheng Hanyan tore open the milk dumplings and grabbed the corners of his clothes: "I invited Brother Cheng and Aunt Li's family to come to our house for dinner tomorrow night."
Naituanzi stared at his father with a look of shattered hope, looking so pitiful.
Song Yutong also spread her hands helplessly: "In that case, we can only make braised rabbit heads tomorrow night. The sweet-scented osmanthus and mung bean soup that my mother made today is also delicious. Let's have one portion each after dinner."
Naituanzi lowered his head in despair, and said pitifully: "But the baby still wants to eat braised rabbit head."
Song Yutong: "Who said that Tutu was cute just now?"
Nai Dumpling: "But didn't my mother say that rabbits are so cute, and they are most delicious when used to make braised rabbit heads."
What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot?
That’s it!
Song Yutong suddenly remembered an obedient routine and was about to use it on Naituanzi: "Is the baby obedient?"
Naituanzi looked at Song Yutong with a hopeful look on his face: "Be obedient, do you have any braised rabbit heads?"