The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

Auntie, Luo Auntie did not discuss with Qiao Wei before, but also worried that Qiao Wei would not be happy. In fact, her worry is completely redundant. Qiao Wei has nothing to do with it. It is a must for the elders like Luo Auntie. But in ancient times, it was a big deal to recognize a pro. She hesitated for a moment, said: "Luo Auntie, should this matter be discussed with Luo Dashu first?"

Luo Auntie is afraid of her hand: "You rest assured that he listens to me everything, I mentioned it to him, he also blamed you, and told me to take care of you."

Qiao Wei said: "Uncle Luo is also a good person."

Luo Auntie glanced at her: "Is it called Uncle?"

Qiao Wei’s face was slightly shy: “Dry.”

Luo Dayang pointed to herself: "What about me?"

"Dried mother."

Luo Auntie smiled comfortably.

The matter of acknowledging the pro has been settled.

In the evening, Qiao Wei made a big table, and she stayed aunt. Luo Auntie’s husband worked in the county, only once in a month. The eldest son became a family and moved out. The younger son studied in the capital. Most of the time she was alone. Recognizing Xiao Qiao as a dear, although there is compassion for the mother and the three, but she is also lonely.

Xiao Qiao left her to eat, she left generously.

The children seemed to smell the fragrance of the house, and they came back before the meal was finished. They saw Luo Auntie who placed the tableware in the hall and sweetly called out "Grandma".

Qiao Wei came out of the kitchen with a bowl of mutton fan soup. Hearing this claim, he smiled and said: "Don't call Luo Grandma, you will call Grandma."

In the heart of a child, there is not much feeling for a few surnames and fewer surnames. Qiao Wei thought that it would be better to talk back to the children and tell them that they are different from other grandmothers.

Qiao Jingyun took the initiative to wash the water in the yard. Before moving from Niangzi to here, there was a well in the yard. The children knew how to get water from the well, but Qiao Wei still put the well in case. Usually, they only call the water in their water tanks.

The brothers and sisters washed their hands and went to the house to eat.

Qiao Wei made four dishes and one soup - green pepper scrambled eggs, carrot braised pork, dried potato chips, fried cabbage, mutton vermicelli soup, steamed with a cage of red bean glutinous rice cake.

Luo Auntie didn't taste Xiao Qiao's craft, but when she saw the dish, she felt good. She picked up a dried potato silk: "What is this?"

Qiao Wei smiled: "Potato."

"Can potatoes still do this?" Luo Auntie took a bite, spicy and refreshing, oily but not greasy, salty sweet, good taste. After that, she tasted eggs, braised pork, and cabbage in turn. The more she ate, the more surprised she was. When she ate the mutton vermicelli soup, the surprised expression could not be hidden. "Little Joe, you can cook this!" ”

Qiao Wei can't help but smile: "Small, I am cooking."

"Don't cook?" Luo Auntie seems to think of something, weirdly said: "Then you just entered the village, even the dishes will not wash."

Even the dishes will not wash? The original master is a pampered young lady? Qiao Wei smiled quietly: "I didn't do it after pregnancy, some were unfamiliar, and I only gave it up in the past two years."

Luo Auntie did not suspect him, and Qiao Wei happily ate a meal, mutton fan soup is now learning, but the children said that it is better than the town, Luo Auntie also thinks that her family is small Joe did not show the mountains without revealing water, and actually burned such a good dish.

After the meal, Qiao Wei took out the red bean glutinous rice cake. The children loved the dessert she made. Even the small ferrets like the carnivores, and the three small claws brushed the plate.

Luo Auntie actually couldn't eat any more, but the rice cake was made a little white rabbit. It was so beautiful. She couldn't help but eat one, one, one more. I was embarrassed to eat it at the end. It is.

She is not a mouthful of people, how come to Xiao Qiao here and did not eat rice for eight hundred years?

After eating, the children and Xiaoxue went to the yard to play, Luo Auntie left to help Qiao Wei to clean up the kitchen, and talked about the future business: "What are you going to do? Always farming or..."

Qiao Wei brushed the bowl and said: "I will continue to plant the fields. When the weather is good, I will go hunting in the mountains."

"You see, what do I say? You are not allowed to go into the mountains alone." Luo Auntie glanced at Qiao Wei and said, "I am thinking of a way for you, I don't know if you are willing or not."

Qiao Wei Wen smiled and said: "Mother, please."

Luo Auntie took the bowl of Qiao Wei's brush and wiped it with a clean cotton cloth: "I feel that your craft is good when I eat the radish cake you sent last time. Have you seen the bazaar? You feel like doing it yourself. What is more than what they do?"

Qiao Wei thought for a moment: "The color and fragrance should be better."

Luo Aunty squinted: "Some? You can afford them!"

Qiao Wei was exaggerated to be embarrassed. He bent his lips and said: "What does it mean to let me eat and sell?"

"Yeah." Luo Da Niang nodded.

Qiao Wei thought that this is indeed a way. If the farming is not enough, it is not counted in the ranks of the students. Hunting is an input, but the chance is too high, not every time it can hit the prey. She does need a relatively stable entry.

Qiao Wei is an action school. It was mentioned at night. On the second day, she made things. So she went to the town to buy limited materials. She only made red bean glutinous rice cake and crispy radish cake, radish cake. Not for sale, it is for yourself and the children.

When the day was light, she took two baskets of snacks and the children went down the mountain.

The children loved this kind of day with the mother-in-law "running east and west". In the past, the mother-in-law was always in the yard. Apart from farming, she did not go down at all. They were also asked to stay in the yard for most of the time. Although the back can go down the mountain, but the feeling of going down with the mother is of course very different!

Luo Auntie accompanied Qiao Wei together, a few people still sitting in the embroidered carriage.

Qiao Wei is now a niece of Luo Auntie, who is also a native of her own village. The embolism is cheaper than yesterday’s call, and there is still one person, but the two children do not collect the money.

The four did not go to the bazaar market. The booths there were monthly rent, season rent, and annual rent. There was no extra seat for Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei came to the seat where she had lunch yesterday. The traffic here is also good. The booth is a daily rent, 20 days a day.

Qiao Wei paid the rent and took out the small table and stool with Luo Auntie.

The two children sat down in the back, not noisy, noisy, and sensible.

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