The farmhouse's fierce wife is the master of the house

Chapter 143 How to Speak

Jing Chen was curious, so he waited a little longer.He didn't understand until he saw Ye Xiangchun coming out with wet hair.

"Is this little girl a fool? Kill me." Jing Chen casually pulled the leaves around him, feeling a little annoyed.

He knew better than Ye Xiangchun himself how badly she had a fever last night.

But that little girl ran into the small shed with air leaks all over the morning to take a bath. Isn't this a death or something?
Jing Chen threw away the leaves in his hands, and was about to walk back.But at this moment, Jing Yu was seen running out from the back door, and hugged Ye Xiangchun's waist.

Jing Chen stopped in a daze, shook his head and hooked the corners of his mouth, turned around and walked towards another path with a not so happy smile.

Ye Xiangchun wiped off the sweat stains on her body, and didn't dare to take a bath directly, because she found that the small shed was very drafty.

But her hair started to itch if she didn't wash it, so she soaked her head in hot water for a while, and then she felt that her heavy hair was much lighter.

As soon as he came out, Jing Yu ran over nervously and hugged Ye Xiangchun, shrinking his shoulders.

"Did the rice soup overflow?" Ye Xiangchun knew what was going on as soon as he thought about it.

She didn't know how Jingyu was in the Jing family before, but at least he was also the young master of the Jing family, so he should have never touched the spring water with his fingers.

What's more, he is young and has autism. It is estimated that if no one teaches him, he will not be able to cook porridge in ten years.

Ye Xiangchun dragged him back while teaching him patiently: "Remember, there are two ways to boil a pot: one is to remove the fire, which is also called dredging the bottom of the pot. If the fire is low, the water will not overflow if it is slowly boiled." The second is to add a little cold water, or just take the pot down."

Jing Yu listened, seemingly not understanding at all.But in the end, he nodded seriously like a fake academic bully.

Ye Xiangchun sighed, touched Jingyu's head, walked into the kitchen and took down the pot.

When serving the pot, Ye Xiangchun did not forget to tell Jing Yu: "Remember, you must use a rag to cover it, otherwise it will burn your hands."

Jing Yu nodded again, and Ye Xiangchun sighed again.

She has never given birth to a child, but the hard work of raising a child is deeply imprinted in her bones.

The two sat down to eat, but Ye Xiangchun's throat was not feeling well, so he didn't eat much.

Jing Yu had a good appetite and ate half a bowl more than usual, maybe it was because he cooked the porridge this time?
After breakfast, Ye Xiangchun brought a broken iron bucket that had been tossed out earlier to the backyard.

Two more pits of fermented silage feed were dug out and packed in iron buckets.

Now that Old Man Wu has promised to send feed there again, Ye Xiangchun has to go again.

But facing the iron bucket full of silage feed, Ye Xiangchun felt worried.

She carried it a bit, and she was able to lift it up and walk a few steps.But it was difficult for her to carry her all the way out of the village, let alone get her to Xiaowu Village.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ye Xiangchun asked Jing Yu to wait at home, and she went out to Lin's house.

Lin Meng's family lived relatively well in the village, at least it was a brick and tile house, the yard was surrounded by a circle of wooden boards, and a layer of tung oil was painted on the door boards, which looked quite shiny.

Ye Xiangchun just walked over from memory, but he hesitated standing at the door.

She came to borrow a donkey, but how should she speak?
While in trouble, a short woman walked out of the room, not much taller than Ye Xiangchun, but her waist was like a bucket.

(End of this chapter)