Savage Fortune Little Landlord

Chapter 45 Some people are not worth it
With the fish soup as a lesson from the past, Huangtao and her daughter's physical fitness improved day by day. For lotus root and cooked food, Qingmei has completely changed. Hearing Xia Weiwei urge Heishi, she immediately raised the bowl.

"Hmm~ It's delicious!!!" The smell of fish in my mouth didn't say much, but the slightly hot feeling continued to my heart.

It's a bit uncomfortable, but it's unstoppable.Unable to hold back, Qingmei drank up the fish soup in the small bowl one after another.

Seeing Qingmei's aunt giving face so much, Xia Weiwei spat out the fish bones in her mouth, picked up the spoon in the big pot, pressed the fish head and lotus root, and added half a spoonful of fish soup to Qingmei.

"Grandma Qingmei, please slow down, don't burn yourself."

"...Grandma knows." Somewhat embarrassed, Qingmei withdrew her hand slowly.

When her eyes followed the child's hand on the spoon and landed on the fish head and lotus root in the cauldron, she was a little puzzled.

Didn't it mean that the hot fish soup has a strong fishy smell?
This is: "What are you going to do tomorrow?"

At this time, apart from taking care of some yellow peach mothers and daughters, they can only take fish and dry them.

Aunt Qingmei's words are asking herself what else she wants to do besides these things: "If it's early, I can make a pot, a bowl or something."

Qingmei: "like this?"

His eyes turned from the small bowl in his hand to the steamer.

Xia who scooped up a small fish head paused slightly: "It's similar to these."

Qingmei: "You can use these, so what else are you pinching them for?"

In Qingmei's heart, these pots, bowls, ladles, and pots were originally made by the child, and they should belong to the child. However, the child's workload for the day is not easy.

However, in Xia Weiwei's heart, she had to distinguish anything related to the tribe.

For the first time, only the pot was made and burned by herself, so she would not give up on that pot. As for the others, even the water bottles, bowls, spoons, and ladles that were made first, she did not care about them. It will not be collected in your own tent.

She would rather let the tribe take advantage of her than take advantage of the tribe.

Xia Weiwei: "Everyone burned these."

Ome: "..."

She went over the child's words in her heart, and finally, she nodded: "Do it if you have time. If you don't have enough time, you can continue to use these. The tribe is just burned, and no one has the nerve to be serious with you."

Seeing that Heishi was snoring, he ate all the food in the small bowl, Xia Weiwei quickly scooped it up again, watched him pull the lotus root aside to scoop up the fish head first, and said to himself, "He doesn't even like the crispy lotus root" .

He replied: "Regardless of the size, the fish heads are basically not eaten after drying. If everyone decides to dry the fish tomorrow, the fish heads will probably be chopped and boiled."

Seeing that Huang Tao's mother and daughter are developing in a good direction, the child has done this again today. If they dry the fish tomorrow, no one will hinder the cooking of the fish head.

If the tribe cooks, the children either make it first or wait.

Frowning, who dares to beep with Qingmei's face, I will show her a good look: "Even if the things you make are used, they must be used by you."

Unable to hold back the corners of her mouth, Xia Weiwei pointed to the pot: "This was burnt earlier, if time is tight tomorrow, I'll just use it later."

Staring at Xia Weiwei silently for a moment, Qingmei put the spoon in her hand into the bowl, reached out and rubbed the top of Xia Weiwei's head: "Ah Que will figure it out."

Just a moment ago, she was worried that her child's too much concession would make the tribe feel that she was weak and bully, but now, she was not worried.

Putting a small fish head into her mouth, Qingmei's eyes lit up: "It's so soft, with a lot of meat."

"Grandma, big mouth fish, big mouth fish is the best, the fish skin is very soft and waxy." Heishi gave his grandmother some advice in a vague way.

Hearing the sound, Qingmei picked the fish heads in the bowl: "That's for sure, the fish with big mouth has thick skin and wide mouth."

Qingmei didn't eat the picked fish heads, but scooped them one by one into Xia Weiwei's bowl.

Seeing that she wanted to continue, Xia Weiwei, who was disassembling a fish head, quickly raised her hand to block the bowl: "..."

The fish head scooped up was empty, and Qingmei said nicely, "You are growing, so eat more."

There are five to six hundred fish heads, not to mention that half of these fish heads are catfish, which are close to the catfish type. The ones with thick skin and wide mouth are ordinary fish species, and the ones with thin skin and flesh. With this amount, the three of them can take a bite. I can't finish it, not to mention, she added a dozen knots of lotus root.

Don't talk about eating too much, I'm afraid it will be enough to feed them to death.

After sucking for a few times, and spitting out the fish bone, Xia Weiwei turned it over with a big spoon and showed it to her: "Grandma Qingmei, there are so many in the pot, you don't have to choose for us."

Neither her nor Black Stone was needed.

Seeing that most of the catfish in the pot were wide-mouthed and thick-skinned catfish, Qingmei was willing to take a bite, and after taking a bite, she was amazed again: "Well, the big-mouthed fish is delicious."

Xia Weiwei: "If it's delicious, eat more."

Ome: "..."

Black Stone: "Hmm."

Just like Heishi, Qingmei became more focused after eating, and the fish dregs in front of the mother and child increased visible to the naked eye.

"Ugh~~" Heishi felt a little uncomfortable after another bowl.

Xia, who was about to add vegetables, glanced at it, and put down the big spoon decisively.

People who are used to having a full meal or a hungry meal, whether they are raw or not, and who don’t care about sweet and bitter, have a stomach that is as hard as iron, but they don’t have to worry about stomach pain or discomfort after being full.

In fact, seeing Heishi's expression of wanting to vomit, she also felt a little sense of accomplishment: "Stand up and walk, it won't be uncomfortable to walk."

Hei Shi, who felt that the fish soup had already reached his throat, stood up obediently.

His eyes turned from his son back to the smiling girl's face, and from the girl's face to the cauldron.

Seeing that half of the cauldron hadn't been eaten, Qingmei couldn't help frowning: "There's still so much!"

She felt like she had eaten a lot.

I'm afraid I won't be able to finish the rest tomorrow morning, and the child will have to reheat it at noon: "Since I'm afraid of fishiness, I will cook less tomorrow night and reheat less."

"...I didn't think I'd eat tomorrow morning." Xia Weiwei glanced at the direction of Ah Da's family, with obvious meaning.

In fact, she did include their family.

Ada's people are deep in the city, she dare not offend people to death at once, but, she never thought that Ada would not even dare to taste the oil residue.

With downcast eyes, she murmured: "When frying the oil, I asked Daddy to taste it... Maybe Daddy doesn't like what I make."

Because Ada refused when frying oil, she dared not call them family when eating fish head and lotus root soup.

Xia Weiwei made it so obvious that it was impossible for Qingmei to figure it out.

Qingmei followed Xia Weiwei's gaze, and when she saw Xiaoying's eyes gouged out angrily, her smile subsided: "Your father Aoki, we like anything that Aque makes, and if there are delicious ones in the future, don't forget to give them to you first. Father Aoki, let's taste it."

Qingmei's words were more than just trusting, for a moment, Xia Weiwei felt a little trembling: "Grandma Qingmei, I won't mess around."

"Grandma Qingmei knows." Reassuringly, Qingmei put down the bowl and rubbed the top of the child's head.

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