In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Chapter 23 Making Clothes

In the evening, Song Hongguo made claypot rice. There were quite a few people clicking and watching the video taken during the day. The system kept encouraging her to buy it, so she bought rice, bacon, and some dried shiitake mushrooms. .

When the things were taken out of the box, Ling Zhi couldn't help asking her, "Did you bring these from your hometown?"

Song Hongguo answered him while washing the rice, "Yeah, what's the matter? You don't like rice?"

Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like rice?Ling Zhi was shocked at how she would ask herself such an unimaginable question, and then heard her muttering, "The imperial capital is also regarded as the north, and most northerners like pasta, but it's okay to have a meal once in a while to change your appetite, right?"

"..." At the beginning, he was only worried about her lack of food, so why does it seem like he is picky now?

"Mom, brother likes to eat rice." Ling Yuan is like her little tail, and she follows her wherever she goes. "Dad said that my brother likes to use braised pork to bibimbap the most. The meat should be fat and thin, stewed in thick oil and red sauce until soft, wrapped in soup, he can eat a big bowl, and he has to hold on every time he eats... "

"Ling Yuan!" Ling Zhi scolded angrily.

"Hee hee, my brother is angry because he hasn't eaten for three years." Ling Yuan added his lower lip, "I've never seen it before, so I'm not angry."

Ling Zhi was silent for a while.

Song Hongguo was sore and distressed when she heard the words, "The meat station is off work now, I can't make braised pork today, and my mother will make it for you another day."

"it is good!"

"My brother likes braised pork bibimbap best. So what's your favorite food?"

Ling Yuan said without hesitation, "Dumplings!"

"What kind of stuffed dumplings?"

Ling Yuan shook his head, "I don't know, I have never eaten any kind of stuffing, I just heard many people say that dumplings are not as good as dumplings, and during Chinese New Year, no matter how poor people are, they have to set aside a bowl of noodles to make dumplings. , when guests come to the house, the best way to entertain them is to make dumplings for them, so it can be seen that dumplings are not only rare, but must also be very delicious."

After hearing what he said, Song Hongguo's nose was a little sore, and she took a deep breath, "You like to eat dumplings, don't you? When we buy a house and settle down, mom will make dumplings for you, and try all the fillings."

"Really?" Ling Yuan looked at her with bright eyes, "They said they need to use a lot of flour."

"No matter how much white flour there is, my mother will be willing."

"thanks Mom!"

Ling Yuan shouted very loudly, the excitement and joy infected even the system, "You two sons are really easy to satisfy, but people who are easily satisfied have a high happiness index, no wonder they can survive in the Northwest Farm. "

Song Hongguo wasn't in the mood to pay attention to it at the moment, she processed the bacon and soaked shiitake mushrooms, and steamed the rice until it was half-cooked. An egg, covered with a lid, and simmered for a while, the aroma rose up in the room wantonly with the volatilization of the oil she dripped along the side of the pot.

The mother and son sat around the pot of claypot rice without raising their heads while eating, listening to the sound of news reports from the radio. Outside the window, it was already dark, but inside the house, the lights were bright, illuminating the warmth and tranquility of this side.

After the meal, Ling Zhi still rushed to wash and wash. Song Hongguo finished sewing the clothes she made in the afternoon. In her previous life, except for haute couture, few people made clothes anymore. But here, if women can't sew, then It is to be despised.

Song Hongguo was glad that she knew it. She learned it from the director's grandmother when she was bored in the orphanage. Not to mention, looking at the clothes in her hand, she felt that she was quite talented in cutting and sewing.

The jacket she made is similar to the work jacket of the previous life. It is much more foreign than the current jacket and jacket, but it is not too out of the ordinary. The fabric she uses is processed cloth bought from a department store, and the defective parts are cut off And use the bright cloth in the space to stitch it together, mainly black, with a little embellishment of red, gray and blue checks, it is neither dull nor overly lively, it looks handsome no matter how you look at it.

Song Hongguo couldn't wait to let Ling Yuan put it on, admired it, and said to Ling Zhi who was faintly envious, "I'll make it for you tomorrow."

Lexus rarely twitched, "I'm not in a hurry, I have clothes to wear..."

Although boys do not love beauty as much as little girls, but when he saw his younger brother put on new clothes, which looked more energetic, he couldn't help wanting them, because they were really pretty.

It's not that Song Hongguo doesn't want to make it for him right away, but the padded jacket and trousers are more urgent right now. She chose a thick quilt of ten catties in the space, made of gray cotton cloth. There is more than enough.

In the two sacks she brought back in the morning, there were also two quilts, which belonged to the original owner and her adoptive father. The original owner's bed was okay, soft to the touch, while the other bed was a bit hard, and the cotton in it was unknown. She has been useless for many years. Besides, there are mattresses and pillows, a man's cotton coat and sweater, and other clothes were burned after the original owner's adoptive father passed away. The reason why these two pieces are kept is of course It is because it is more expensive.

The cotton coat was made by my adoptive father’s factory, and I took good care of it. It’s still very upright after several years. The style is similar to the military coat she wears, but it’s a short one. The navy blue one has a fur collar, and the sweater is also new. , At least a catty and a half of thread is used, pure wool, warm to the touch.

When Song Hongguo was making cotton clothes, he asked the two little fellows to tear down the sweaters.

"Demolished?"

"Well, washing the wool after dismantling it is not only cleaner, but the main thing is to steam it. After drying, it will be the same as new wool, and the knitted sweater will be smooth."

Seeing that the two little ones were still looking at her in confusion, Song Hongguo smiled helplessly, "Don't take it apart, how can mother knit sweaters for you? It's cold now and you have to wear cotton clothes, and you have to change them in a few days. sweater."

"Give us?"

"if not?"

Seeing her take it for granted, the two brothers were deeply moved again.

"Host, I think it would be good for you to use these methods of winning people's hearts on handsome guys." The system popped up, with a bewitching tone, "Which one do you think is more fragrant, a cheap son or a dear husband?"

"Of course it's my son!"

"...The son will belong to another woman sooner or later. You spent more than ten years raising him with all your heart and soul, but other women can seduce him with just a look."

"That's not true, can't you hook the handsome guy in your mouth?" Song Hongguo snorted, "I'll train both of them to become Huo Minglou, wouldn't it be fine?"

"Huo Minglou is the only one!"

"You are defending him." At this point, Song Hongguo conspired again, "Why on earth did you insist on pushing me to flirt with Huo Minglou? Besides running the grain and oil store, do you have invisible missions? For example... matching me and Huo Minglou Huo Minglou?"

(End of this chapter)