Back to the age: three-year-old cute baby becomes a group pet

Chapter 93 Chicken Soup
Cheng Shanghu also said about the strangeness of his little niece on the day she was injured, "Is it that Buddha beads?"

"Yes, that should be her fate, the master mentioned it."

"I understand. We are good to Xiao Si, and it is our fate to have a relationship with her. It is our blessing."

"Yes! It is such a fate. I found that your mood has been very stable recently, and you have lost the impetuousness of the past."

"I have hope in my heart, and life at home is stable, so naturally it will be different."

"That's good, your mood has stabilized, your spirits are good, you look more stable, and Dad feels a lot more at ease."

"Over the years, Dad has been worried."

"It's alright, what Dad wants most is that you can be fine, and now it's pretty good."

During the meal, Mr. Cheng deliberately grabbed a handful of rice and put it at the door, "Xiaohua, I will reward you."

Xiaohua quacked twice, but did not eat.

Old man Cheng could only grab half of the rice and hand it to his little granddaughter. Cheng Li threw the rice on top of the rice grains on the ground, "Xiaohua, finish eating, don't waste food."

"Quack quack."

Xiaohua spread her wings and lowered her head to peck at the rice grains on the ground.

Mrs. Cheng felt distressed and wanted to pat her chest. A pair of prodigal grandfathers and grandchildren, don't you want money for rice?
In front of Cheng Li was a bowl of greasy chicken soup with a chicken leg and a chicken wing.

"mom."

"Ok?"

"You skimmed the oil."

"This is chicken fat, it's delicious."

"It's too tired, leave it for Dad's meal."

The yellow and bright chicken oil was scooped on Cheng Shanghe's rice.

Seeing Cheng Wenzong drooling.

Seeing that Mrs. Cheng pouted, if the oil was not too hot, or if there were people coming and going in the kitchen, she would have secretly drank it long ago.

Without the chicken oil, Cheng Li had an appetite. She first took a bite with a spoon and tasted it, and then glanced at Mrs. Cheng.

Looking at Mrs. Cheng, she felt a little stunned, what is this dead girl doing?
"Milk, there's too much ginger, so if you have wounds, avoid spicy food."

"Ah? I don't know, I simmered it according to the confinement chicken soup."

"But this soup is salty."

"I, did I put salt twice? I'm not..." Mrs. Cheng wasn't sure.

"Okay," Mr. Cheng interrupted the wife's defense, "Tomorrow's chicken soup is called Chaoyun stew."

Cheng Li reached out and grabbed the drumstick and handed it to her grandfather, "Grandpa, let's eat it. The drumstick is thick with little salt in it."

"Grandpa doesn't eat it, you eat it."

"You eat. You haven't eaten meat for a few days. This is not fat. In the chicken soup tomorrow, you will eat a chicken leg."

Thinking of this hot day, the chicken soup can be kept for two days at most. In two days, the little granddaughter really couldn't finish it all by herself, so Mr. Cheng stretched out the bowl and took the chicken legs, "Okay, then I'll make it up together with Xiao Si."

After giving out the chicken legs, Cheng Li pushed the chicken soup in front of the elder brother, "Brother, you and the second sister have split this up, elder sister, go and serve up the chicken soup, let's eat together."

"okay!"

Before Mrs. Cheng could stop her, Cheng Ping brought in a casserole of chicken soup.

"Don't move, I'll share!" Cheng Li pointed at Cheng Wenzong, who stood up to grab a chicken leg.

Cheng Wenzong had to sit down.

"Dad help," Cheng Li instructed the father beside him, "Cut the chicken legs to the milk, the milk has been working hard recently, and the whole wings are attached to the third uncle. The third uncle has helped me a lot, the chicken body is divided into six and a half, sister Xianmei, Parents, eldest sister and brother Wenzong, just right!"

According to what the little girl said, Cheng Shanghe distributed chicken to everyone, and everyone didn't feel good about it. This was originally to replenish the blood and energy of the little four.

Mrs. Cheng, who got chicken legs, felt sour in her heart.

Old Man Cheng squinted at the old woman, who is a few decades old, not as good as a three-year-old child.

"Sister Xian, you are close to Grandpa's house. Bring a thermos and add some water."

After adding water to the chicken soup, Cheng Li also took a few sips, and the chicken soup in a casserole was all solved.

After dinner, Mr. Cheng asked his eldest granddaughter to wash the dishes, and he called the old lady into the house and taught him a lesson.

Mrs. Cheng murmured, "I really don't remember how many times I put salt."

"Am I talking about this? I mean that you are not as broad-minded as the three-year-old Xiao Si, and you are still not convinced about the current situation at home.
You think that if you manage the house according to the current established direction, you can manage it as well, or even better, right?
Your dissatisfaction, not only I can see it, but everyone in the family can see it. It is impossible to want stewardship.

Unless the second and third are earning enough money, and they don't care about my salary, I will give you half of your salary every month, and be the capital that you squander at will, you pray! "

These words, called Mrs. Cheng secretly pouted, can sell tea eggs prosper?Anyone can develop.

Waiting for everyone to look down on the old man's salary?Will there be such a day?No one thinks too much money.

Seeing the expression on the old lady's face, Mr. Cheng shook his head secretly. After all, his daughter-in-law had never read a book and had little knowledge.

In the north hall, in Cheng Li's room, Cheng Ping gently swept the top of her little sister's bald head, "You ruined a casserole of chicken soup."

"I didn't destroy it first. She put so much ginger and didn't want me to drink it. Why didn't I add some salt to her?"

When she came back from the dressing change, she smelled the chicken soup wafting from the kitchen, and Cheng Li smelled a lot of ginger.

Originally, Mrs. Cheng made the chicken soup for her alone, so she didn't feel relieved to drink it. She simply took advantage of Mrs. Cheng's opportunity to go to the toilet, secretly added salt, and everyone ate it together.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to drink chicken soup seriously. It's too hot, and it will be broken if I can't finish it in two days. The eldest sister will take the eldest brother and the second sister to drink it secretly. I don't know how long Grandpa will ask me to drink it?"

"I guess it will take a month."

"Ah? Isn't that enough to drink?"

"Hey, who told you to lose weight?"

"Where did you lose weight?" Cheng Li raised her hand to touch her fleshy face, and then looked at the fat claws that were fattening out of the nest. Is she going to be a little fat rabbit for a lifetime in this life?
"You've lost weight everywhere. When I look at your face, you've lost a lot of weight. It's not as fun as it used to be when you smile."

"I'm not a toy."

"But you're better-looking and more fun than the winking doll."

Poor communication, Cheng Li refused to communicate again, "I'm going to take a nap."

Cheng Ping returned to the Westinghouse, climbed into the bed, and whispered in Ermei's ear.

Cheng Yan covered her mouth, the little girl was really brave, but the chicken was delicious. Although the chicken soup was a little salty, it was also very fragrant, but it was a bit spicy. The milk's heart is really bad, so I don't blame the little girl for framing her.

After waking up from the nap, Cheng Li ran to the south house. Seeing that her grandfather had gone to work, she went back to the house to study the light beam problem.

Black is bad luck, green is good luck, what are red and gold?
Red is a festive color in the folk, but it also represents the color of blood, just like the little paper figurines in the previous life.

Moreover, of the four colors, one good and one bad have already appeared, and the rest cannot be all good, one may still be good and one bad, or they may all be bad.

However, gold is the color of gold, and relics belong to the Buddhist family. Don't Buddhist Bodhisattvas like to talk about the golden body the most?
Therefore, gold cannot be bad, so red should be bad, she should pay more attention.

Golden, just follow the fate, if you meet it, guess again.

(End of this chapter)