Isn't it just a pancake stuffed with meat? What's so fancy about it?
The little girl's videos are really good!
It's just a piece of meat. As for cooking it for a few hours, it won't turn into mud.
"The basket on the left is with chili pepper, and the basket on the right is without chili pepper."
He Xiner looked at her cousin who was scooping porridge for her with a smile. From the corner of her eyes, she looked at her unattractive aunt, stretching out her paws towards the meat buns with chili peppers.
In order to prevent someone from howling later and disturbing everyone's meal, He Xiner hurriedly explained.
Hearing this, Xiao Qian's black claws immediately changed direction, and he quickly grabbed a non-spicy meat bun. He muttered, "A pancake is almost full of flowers, how can it taste like gold?"
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Ye Xusheng's hand holding the bowl paused.
I felt a sense of powerlessness in my heart.
Xin'er shouldn't have suffered these grievances...
"Hmm, it's delicious, it tastes amazing!"
"The steamed buns are delicious, and so are the meats. They taste even better together."
"Bite the steamed bun with meat and drink it, and then drink the porridge. It's really comfortable."
"..."
The female relatives were silent and were very absorbed in eating, especially the child Wang Jinling, whose mouth was full and his cheeks were bulging, like a greedy little squirrel.
At this moment, Xiao Qian couldn't care less about being disgusted. He ate five meat buns in one go, until his stomach was full. He also drank two bowls of porridge with pickles, until his throat was full.
Xiao Qian's mother is cruel when she eats, and she doesn't recognize her relatives.
Fortunately, little Xuyang, who is over two years old, can already eat on his own, and Ye Feifeng is also watching over him.
I saw him holding up a small meat bun in his white and tender little hands. He was eating sweetly. With innocent eyes, he looked at the food in his hand very seriously. He took a bite and looked at it, and then took another bite and looked at it again.
look.
I don't seem to understand why it is getting smaller.
He Xiner looked funny and couldn't help but giggle.
The corners of Ye Xusheng's lips raised, and he was in a good mood.
The whole family enjoyed the simple dinner. Not a single roujiamo was left. They ate it all and everyone was very full.
Lao Yetou smiled and praised a few words, and Wang Jinling's friend immediately said that the meat buns were trivial, and her sister Xin'er would make Xiao Long Bao tomorrow.
He Xiner is silent.
The little ancestor is too low-key.
Come on, the bullshit has been blown out, let’s keep doing it.
So, the entire Lao Ye family came to make delicious food, steamed dumplings, leek boxes, tea eggs, etc. in various ways.
After the delicious food, everyone was in a good mood. No one deliberately looked for trouble, and the entire Ye family was in harmony.
Especially the careless old Qian, who ate a lot every day and didn't even notice her second son's cold eyes and increasingly alienated attitude.
Nowadays, the soybeans and mung beans used at home are all bought from the grain store. They are clean and do not need to be picked. They are freed by the mother and daughter of the eldest family.
Lao Qian doesn't do anything when he sees the light of day. He drags in people who earn 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan all day long, acting like an old lady.
Apart from eating and drinking, all the other thoughts are on dressing up.
Summer was not about to start. She was waiting for her second roommate to buy her new fabrics and make new clothes. It would be better if she added some jewelry.
But she waited and waited, but there was still no expression from the Wang family and her daughter.
Lao Qian simply didn't bother to hold it and asked for it directly, but Ye Laiyin who was present directly retorted, "I haven't seen any old lady changing out new clothes all day long. There is no one who doesn't wear the same clothes for seven days."
Eight years?”
"You're an unfilial son. If you don't want to pay for it, just tell me. Why are you comparing me to those poor people? You just don't like me and want to kill me?"
"Why can't we compare? Doesn't my mother have two more heads than me?"
"You unfilial son..."
"My second wife has given so many good things to her, but she hasn't gained a good reputation yet. My mother keeps calling her unfilial son. In order to avoid having a false reputation, my mother should hand over all the good things she took before."