pastoral pretty girl

Chapter 16 A Difficult Day

Dabao has a childlike heart, no matter how dark it is outside, he stood up and ran out, wanting to share this happy event with his mother.

Although Dabao didn't make it clear, Song Qingge already understood.

Xiao Dashan really deserves to die!
Not only did he plan on her, but he also coveted Xiao Jinyi.

Xiao Jinyi is very white, with a very handsome appearance, he doesn't look like the people in the mountains at all, just like a nobleman who just walked out of a painting.

From his current appearance, he could infer his childhood appearance, and was seen by a psychopath like Xiao Dashan... But at that time, Xiao Jinyi couldn't beat him and could only run, so he was always afraid of him.

Song Qingge hated the Xiao family more and more, and was also full of pity for Xiao Jinyi.

After sitting for a while, my strength was almost recovered, so I lit the half candle I found during the day when I was cleaning the house, and cleaned the room by the dim candle light.

The inside of the house is land, Song Qingge almost dug a hole where Xiao Dashan fell down, and then went outside to find clean soil to fill it back.

Xiao Jinyi came back to help with work after sharing with his mother, while Song Qingge took water and wiped the place where Xiao Dashan had sat for more than a dozen times before finishing.

"Dabao is waiting in the house, sister is going to cook for you."

I have been busy all day, except for eating half a steamed bun in the morning, I didn't drink a drop of water.

"Okay." Although Xiao Jinyi still insisted on being called a lady, he also admitted that Song Qingge was his sister.

The kitchen had been tidied up during the day, and there was firewood, but there was nothing to eat except the stick noodles that Xiao Dashan brought.

Song Qingge untied the cloth bag to take a look at it because she couldn't be hungry, and there was enough food for her and Xiao Jinyi for three to five days.

Corn, as a coarse grain, occasionally appears on the dining table. It can be pressed into noodles or made into pancakes, but both are troublesome to make. She scooped out three small scoops and added water to make a paste. She found a pan Here, make pancakes.

It is not easy to make corn noodles alone, and there is no oil, so it is easy to stick to the pot. It took a few times to find a way.

There is no dough, the shape of Tancheng is like a pancake, but it is relatively thick. After the paste appears at the bottom, turn it over carefully, heat it slightly until the noodles are cooked, and then take it out and put it in the basin.

The thatched cottage is not big, but everything inside is very complete.

Xiao Jinyi said that this is where his parents lived, and they have all the daily necessities.

I think after Lou Jinniang moved back to the village, she hated the things here and didn't take them away.

Song Qingge baked more than a dozen pancakes, and asked Xiao Jinyi to pull a few green onions from the back mountain.

"Dabao, it's time to eat." After it was done, Song Qingge came over with a basin, she was still very confident in her craftsmanship.

Can--

"Don't eat, Dabao doesn't like Uncle, don't eat what he brought." He saw this matter very clearly, the noodles used by the lady were brought by Uncle up the mountain.

Song Qingge looked at Xiao Jinyi who was swallowing and persisting with a funny face, "My sister doesn't like him either, and it's because of this that we have to eat what he brought to make him even more angry."

Xiao Jinyi was really hungry. He sat down happily after hearing Song Qingge's explanation, and ate the corn flour pancakes that Song Qingge handed over.

"It's delicious, even better than white flour steamed buns."

The corn flour pancakes are fried on one side, crispy and crispy, and wrapped with a green onion, it is delicious even without sauce.

"Dabao likes it, and I'll make it for you tomorrow." The only thing they can eat now is some corn noodles.

After a meal, I simply wash up and climb onto the hot kang. The day is finally over...

　I want to ask... Does anyone read the article... Such a lonely comment area...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)