Don't panic, my mother and I are dressed as Houfu mother-in-law and daughter-in-law!

Chapter 49 Sharing is a Good Quality

It is impossible to give him all, at most half of it will be given to him.

Gu Qingyou turned her back to protect the bowl, and was about to pour some out, but saw that the bowl looked familiar.

Immediately afterwards, the scene of a round white dumpling eating noodles under the dim yellow oil lamp appeared in his mind.

hiss~
This set of small blue and white porcelain bowls has one of each color.

When eating noodles in the kitchen last night, she deliberately chose the pattern she liked, and the one for Gouzi was the one with the shepherd boy playing the flute pattern.

Afraid of being discovered, she washed the dishes in a hurry and forgot to dispose of this one separately, but put it back in its original place, but the cook brought it together in the morning.

Ahem, sharing is a good quality, and it will double the happiness.

As a person who has received higher education, Gu Qingyou naturally wants to inherit this kind of morality.

So when Song Chengye stretched out his hand to her again, she followed suit and handed over the bowl happily: "Suddenly I feel full, I'd better give this bowl of soup to my son!"

Xue Liner couldn't help but look eagerly at the golden and round sweet potatoes in the bowl, as if she had already tasted the glutinous sweetness.

Song Chengye couldn't wait to take the bowl, so he reached out to Xue Liner first, but what he said was: "With Liner's kindness, my husband will definitely eat every drop!"

"Ah? Me, me~~"

The rest of "I want to try it too" has not been uttered yet, Song Chengye is already in a rage, eats the bowl upside down, and does not forget to smack his mouth after eating: "Occasionally eat a rustic delicacy, it is rare to be delicious."

They hadn't eaten hot food for three days in a row, so a bowl of hot sweet potato porridge at this time was simply better than countless delicacies.

Xue Lin'er wanted to cry, but stared at the empty bowl, wishing she could grab it and lick it.

Seeing her looking at him affectionately, Song Chengye added: "Of course, it's because of Lin'er's love in it, which is sweeter than that bowl just now!"

"Pfft~"

I don't know if Song Chengye is really a straight male cancer or if he is pretending not to see it, Gu Qingyou couldn't hold back his laughter.

Xue Lin'er is obviously hungry, okay? !

Seeing Xue Lin'er's pitifulness, she finally couldn't bear it, Gu Qingyou got up and went out, and after a while, she came in with a few sweet potatoes the size of a thumb.

Xue Liner pointed at her sharp-eyed and said, "Didn't you eat porridge before? Do you still want to steal it?"

These few were picked out just now, because they were too small to scratch, so they were put aside.

Gu Qingyou turned a deaf ear to her questioning, sat back to his original place and threw the sweet potatoes into the fire.

This time Xue Lin'er was even more recalcitrant, this person knew that she was still hungry, but he would rather burn the sweet potato instead of giving it to her if he had it, it was unreasonable!
"Auntie, look at her, what time is it, she dares to waste food!"

Xue Lan was left speechless, and raised his forehead and said, "You have grown up so big, have you never eaten roasted sweet potatoes?"

Xue Lin'er has never eaten it. To be exact, she has never even heard of sweet potatoes before.

Hearing Xue Lan's words, she knew that she had misunderstood Gu Qingyou, and said awkwardly: "These are the things of poor people, so Lin'er has never eaten them."

Gu Qingyou kept turning the sweet potatoes with a wooden stick, and soon, the shabby hut was filled with the burnt aroma of roasted sweet potatoes.

Shuang Jiang took a deep breath greedily, and said nostalgicly: "It's such a familiar taste. When I was a child, my family was poor, and the servants didn't have snacks to chew on. My mother would bury a few small sweet potatoes under the stove fire, and the sweet potatoes would be so greasy. , when the skin is peeled, it will drip down from the hands, and the slaves feel very distressed every time, and have to lick their fingers clean before giving up."

Thinking of her childhood, her face showed a trace of loneliness. After her mother was bedridden, she never baked sweet potatoes for her again. Later, when she grew up, she also baked like her mother, only to realize that this seemingly simple thing, In fact, it is difficult to control.

Every time after baking, the skin looks just right, but the inside is hard and not baked through. If the inside is cooked through, the surface is burnt, and it tastes bitter and hard.

Gu Qingyou picked out the baked one, grinned and broke it open, gave half to Xue Lan, and handed the remaining half to Shuang Jiang: "How about trying my cooking?"

Shuang Jiang carefully licked it, the mouth was sticky and sweet like honey juice, and he nodded like he was pounding garlic: "Yeah, that's the taste! Young Madam is amazing!"

Xue Liner muttered disdainfully: "You really know how to flatter!"

"The roasted sweet potato is also very particular, otherwise it will be half-cooked, and you will have diarrhea after eating it."

The rest of the sweet potatoes were also ripe, so Gu Qingyou ignored her sour words, and while talking, pulled the sweet potatoes from the fire to the ground to cool.

Shuang Jiang looked at her almost admiringly, and couldn't help asking: "Young Madam, can you tell this slave about how you can roast it so well?"

Gu Qingyou smiled triumphantly: "It's very simple, that is, when roasting, you can't use an open fire, but slowly heat it with the residual heat of carbon ash, so that you can ensure that the inside and outside of the sweet potato are consistent, and there will be no situation where the outside of the sweet potato is burnt and the inside is raw."

Shuangjiang suddenly realized, no wonder mother would always bake sweet potatoes for her after cooking. She always thought it was because mother was stingy, afraid that she would eat too much before meals, but it turned out that she had to wait until the stove was about to go out.

The belated recognition made her feel ashamed, thinking that she had left her hometown, and now she could not fulfill her filial piety in front of her mother's bed, her mood fell instantly.

The others were infected by her, and more or less began to miss life in the boudoir.

Seeing that the sweet potatoes were about to be divided, Xue Lin'er couldn't sit still.

The scent rushes into the nostrils, it is more attractive than honey, and it makes the stomach even hungrier.

She purposely wandered in front of Gu Qingyou, seeing that she had no intention of giving anything to her at all, she couldn't help but ask, "Why do they all have it, but I don't?"

With hot sweet potatoes in Gu Qingyou's mouth, she couldn't help but to dissipate heat. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows: "Ah, I thought you wouldn't roast (so much) spicy if you didn't eat it." Swallowing it, the half of her hand was cool, she opened her mouth wide in front of Xue Liner, and swallowed it in one gulp.

After licking off the residue from the corner of his mouth, Gu Qingyou stretched contentedly: "Oh, I'm full, I really want to sleep."

Xue Liner was about to cry.

Seeing this, Song Chengye came over to speak for her: "As the main wife, why don't you have any style at all? If Lin'er says she won't eat, you really won't give it?"

Gu Qingyou originally wanted to tease Xue Lin'er, but when he heard this, he frowned: "What's the matter? This means I have to chase after him? A three-year-old child?"

This time, Xue Lin'er was indeed ignoring it. Song Chengye finally realized that he didn't continue to question him, but he couldn't see that his beloved was hungry, so he said to Shuang Jiang who was beside him: "Go and get some sweet potatoes and bake them for Aunt Lin. .”

He glanced fiercely at Gu Qingyou, and deliberately raised his voice and said to Xue Lin'er: "Lin'er, be good, eat as much as you want later, no one will want you to be wronged."

In the end, someone said slowly: "What a coincidence, I just brought all the remaining sweet potatoes."

　Happy holidays, okay~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)