Group favorite Fuwa: Little milk bag, she is milky and fierce

Chapter 40

Seeing her daughter and son eating happily, Mrs. Liu had a smile on her face. While eating, she discussed with her son about the wheat at home.

The wheat is about to be harvested, and this year they will invite several families to help.

In fact, people here help each other when harvesting wheat. It’s just that her family has had accidents at this point every year for the past three years. The wheat is harvested, and the only one in the family who can help is the eldest. We must hire someone, otherwise when the heavy rain comes, the wheat will all rot in the ground.

The boss said that Grandma Zhang's family has been harvesting wheat these days, and Grandma Zhang just hasn't finished her work at home, and now she is almost busy with her own affairs. She can help tomorrow, and the wheat at Uncle Zhang's house has also been harvested. Go to help, and I have a good relationship with several other companies, they can all help, and when the time comes to harvest wheat, they can also call these people to help.

Mrs. Liu nodded. She thought so too. The wheat in her family was planted late and ripened late, and the ears are still a little green. It will take ten days to harvest. Anyway, everything at home is almost done now. , She is going to go with her son to help other people's homes.

The next day, Mrs. Liu got up early, and the little Doudings also got up early. Only Xiao Xi went back to the space at night to train her strength and cultivate some medicinal materials, so every day during the day, the family made food for her. She just got up.

Since Mrs. Zhang's death, their family's eating and drinking have also kept up. In the morning, the eldest Zhang Jiaxu scooped up a large bowl of rice and cooked thick rice.

But there was one thing that he always found very strange, so he talked to Liu Shi about it.

"Mom, why does it feel like our family is eating more and more rice?" It was obvious that the rice had already reached the bottom of the vat when he got in the car to scoop the rice, but it looked like it hadn't moved this morning.

"It must be that you have been too tired to hallucinate recently. These days we have been eating millet and leftover steamed buns. We must eat less rice. When we eat more in the future, it will naturally become less and more obvious. So much Mi Na has a reason to eat more and more, I think you are tired these two days, after harvesting the wheat, you and your younger brothers should have a good rest."

Liu patted the elder son on the shoulder and said that the elder son was thinking too much.

The boss didn't think too much after hearing it, maybe he really thought too much.

Seeing her son continue to work in the kitchen, Liu breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, she knew that the more and more rice was eaten at home, and those old hens, she was ready. When those old hens starved to death and when they would eat chicken, but when she got up early one day, she was I found that there were a lot of plump wheat kernels in the chicken coop, which were big and full, not like the small and thin flat wheat kernels in her house.

Thinking about the fact that my daughter would get up and go out every day, she basically guessed that the more eggs she ate, the more rice she ate, the old hen that got hungry and fatter, and those rabbits and pigeons, all of them My daughter was secretly feeding in the middle of the night, and the more food I ate, it was my daughter who kept adding it.

When it was almost time for dinner, Mrs. Liu went to the main room to call Xiaoxi to get up and eat.

There is still leftover broth on the table, but not much, and today is probably the last meal, and there is also soup made from leftover chicken bones.

Xiaoxi looked at the poor cuisines on the poor dining table, and felt that she had treated her mother and brother badly.

(End of this chapter)