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Chapter 29

"Eat, eat!"

Huihui put the pimple soup in the wooden barrel and the bowls, chopsticks and ladles in the bamboo basket on the ground.

After the words fell, the Chen family dropped their work and walked over quickly.

The pimple soup is filled with minced cabbage, minced meat, and chopped green onions. When it is stirred with a wooden ladle, you can vaguely see small pieces of golden eggs mixed in it, and a rich fragrance comes to your nostrils.

Chen Shoushan was the first to pick up the bowl and quickly filled a large bowl.

Immediately behind, Li Fatya held two bowls in her fat hands and urged him anxiously, "Hurry up, my father."

With a twist of his wrist, Chen Shoushan filled two bowls for her.

"Fourth brother, quickly give me the ladle!" Chen Shouhe reached out to grab it.

Chen Shoushan frowned, moved his hands away, and gave the wooden ladle to Chen Shoujia who was opposite.

Chen Shoujia took it directly with a smile, not paying any attention to Chen Shouhe's glaring gaze, and slowly scooped up the eggs.

Chen Shouhe gritted his teeth in anger, mother's fourth child!And the boss!

Chen Shoushan sneered and held the bowl, turned around and found his wife standing still, and asked doubtfully, "His mother?"

Fatty Li looked at the egg flowers floating in the barrel, and then saw that there were no eggs in his own bowl, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "There are no eggs!"

Waiting behind her to serve the pimple soup, Wang Hongmei said: "..."

Chen Shoushan: "..."

Chen Shoushan leaned close to Li Fatty's ear and whispered, "Daughter-in-law! While they are slowly catching eggs, let's eat quickly so we can have an extra bowl later!"

Fatty Li's eyes lit up, and she quickly turned around and gave Jinbao a bowl of pimple soup. She held the bowl and blew on it with her mouth while enduring the scorching heat. Serve the bowl!”

Jin Bao held the bowl as big as his face and buried his head in eating. "Mom, I will be full after eating this bowl. I can't eat two bowls."

Fatty Li patted his head with a big hand and said, "I can't eat it for your mother! Eat it, silly son!"

Jinbao: "..."

So you asked me to eat faster, just to let me spare a bowl for you!
After Chen Shouxing finished eating the noodles and drank the lean radish soup, smelling the aroma of the pimple soup coming over, he smiled and winked at Zhao Miaomiao and said, "I haven't eaten the pimple soup cooked by my wife!"

Compared with pimple soup, Zhao Miaomiao prefers to eat rice porridge and pasta, so this is the first time she cooked pimple soup when she married the Chen family, and I don't know if it suits their taste.

Zhao Miaomiao grabbed him and said, "Mr. sir, you know that my mother is from the south, and I didn't cook pimple soup in my family. Maybe..."

Chen Shouxing raised his head towards that side, and said with a smile, "Daughter-in-law, look at how Sisao eats, the lump soup must be delicious!"

Zhao Miaomiao looked in his direction, and looked at Fatty Li, who was so hot that she stuck out her tongue and was still gulping down. The bowl was empty and the fat figure filled another bowl, squinting her eyes and drinking so much that her fat face was full. Big circle.

Zhao Miaomiao let go of her hand, and the fourth sister-in-law ate... too delicious.

Old man Chen listened with pricked ears, and saw that his youngest son was going to serve pimple soup, his eyes lit up and he immediately picked up the bowl and followed behind.

Mrs. Chen: "..."

This old man eats as much as he wants, and he doesn't want to save face until he sees his youngest son go.

Chen Shouxing came back from the soup. He had just taken two sips when he saw his wife looking at him with sparkling eyes as if she could talk.

Chen Shouxing smiled and raised his hand to pinch her face, but when he saw the chopsticks in his hand, he retracted it, bowed his head and took a big sip, "It's delicious! My wife cooks better than me."

Knowing that these words were coaxing her, Zhao Miaomiao still couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lips, and said with a smile, "The pimple soup is just as good as your taste, I know that my cooking skills are not as good as my husband's!"

It didn't take long for the two small buckets of pimple soup to be wiped out. After the meal, the Chen family began to work again to harvest the corn in the field.

Zhao Miaomiao and Huihui Xiuxiu cleaned up the dishes, picked up the lunch box, bowls, chopsticks and wooden bucket and went home together.

Sunset West Mountain.

The men used baskets to pluck corn cobs from the fields and carried them back to the yard.

Today, the Chen family cooked a large pot of corn on the cob for dinner.

Fresh corn can only be eaten to save energy at this time. Zhao Miaomiao lowered her head and took a bite, leaving a fragrant aroma in her mouth. The corn is still delicious when fresh, but the taste is light when dried and tastes pink. When made into steamed buns, it tastes sour. It's hard and the boiled corn is not very tasty.

The children in the family squinted their eyes and ate a corn cob in one go.

After the meal, the Chen family all washed up early and went back to their room to rest. After all, they had to continue harvesting corn tomorrow after a busy day.

(End of this chapter)