After Lao Yetou recognized his granddaughter from the bottom of his heart, he also loved talking to her and no longer regarded her as a transparent person like he had done in the previous ten years.
In addition, He Xiner is not afraid of him now. She speaks and acts openly. She always smiles no matter who she talks to. She has a very lovable temperament and is more popular than the gloomy big girl~
"Haha, what on earth do you cook that tastes so good?"
Lao Yetou looked at the vegetable basin in front of him with some confusion. When he walked closer, the aroma became stronger and made Lao Yetou swallow his saliva.
No wonder he didn't notice that the pimple soup made by He Xiner was very different from the pimple soup that Lao Yetou knew. The pimple soup he had eaten was noodles boiled with water and coarse salt...
Now looking at this pot of soup, there are yellow potato dices, white dough balls, green vegetable leaves, and green green onions sprinkled on top. Although it is just rice, it makes people feel very good-looking.
“I made the pimple soup!”
He Xiner responded crisply.
Lao Yetou's eyes widened in disbelief. Is this hot, fragrant soup pimple soup?
Although white noodle soup is rare, he has eaten it before. In the eyes of villagers, Jingui eats white noodle soup, but it doesn’t taste like this!
Lao Yetou suddenly felt impatient and shouted impatiently, "What time is it? You don't even come to eat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Qian walked in with a burlap curtain. He opened his mouth and was about to speak when he suddenly smelled a strong fragrance. He inhaled hard and hurried to the table. "What smells so good?"
She went for a stroll in the village early in the morning. Not all people came yesterday, but there were many people who had never seen her new clothes and hairpin. She had to give those old people a chance to see them~
Old Yetou looked annoyed at her and ignored her. He went to sit down alone and said, "Let's eat."
He had promised last night that Old Qian was not allowed to ask for food from the second room, so it didn’t matter whether Old Qian shouted or not, he couldn’t wait to eat the fragrant pimple soup~
"Eh."
Mrs. Wang responded weakly, glanced at her mother-in-law secretly, and was a little surprised that she didn't blow up.
The reason why Lao Qian didn't blow up was because of Lao Yetou's warning, and the other reason was that she was greedy after smelling the food and didn't want to waste time. She just wanted to fill her stomach quickly.
Although she had the intention of embezzling it for herself, she also knew that the food in her hands would not taste like this. Since the money did not need to be paid out, and she could still eat delicious food, she thought that she would not suffer any loss, so she kept it.
Old Yetou responded vaguely.
"Dad, in the past, you would use your own bowl to serve food, and then scoop out porridge to drink after eating. Today, the staple food is pimple soup. Once the soup is in the bowl, you can't separate the dishes."
"Then let's not separate them. I see there are quite a few dishes, so let's eat them together."
The wafting fragrance almost took away Cai Yetou's soul, and he didn't want to wait for even a moment.
After thinking for a while, he said, "I'm going to town today to buy some more bowls so I won't run out."
Lao Qian didn't say anything after hearing this, just buy it, it's also a house purchase.
She felt a little sad thinking about spending money, but she didn't dare to go against the old man now. Besides, it didn't cost much to buy a bowl, so it wasn't worth annoying the old man.
As soon as Lao Qian ladled out two bowls of pimple soup, the others swarmed in as if they had made an appointment.
"What's so fragrant?" This is Ye Laijin.
"You can tell by the smell that it was made by my daughter~" This is Ye Laiyin.
"Better than white flour dumplings!" This is Osmanthus leaf.
Ye Laicai was hit yesterday, and now he is frightened when he looks at his father. He doesn't dare to be mean, and he won't speak if he can.
Even when I eat, I order it in a hurry.
Seeing the eldest son, the second son, and the eldest grandson come in together, Lao Yetou smiled happily and said, "The pimple soup made by the second girl, oh, the taste is so delicious, sit down and eat it quickly!"
"Eh."
"Haha, I knew it was Xin'er who did it."
The two men talked happily. As for Ye Laicai, Ye Guihua is now a transparent existence in the eyes of old Yetou. Oh, there is also Ye Feifeng. If that girl doesn't talk to his father, why should she wait?
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