
Luo Jinan naturally lit a fire on the stove to burn wood.
Even though he did such a thing, his entire body had an aura of pure elegance.
It was as if he was not burning a fire, as if he was making a work of art.
makes people feel good to look at.
It's a strange feeling.
Su Binglan stuffed the chopped chicken pieces into the pot.
Only then did he realize that Luo Jinan was crouching down, and there was nowhere to sit next to him.
Su Binglan wiped her hands, looked around, and looked at the labyrinth in the corner.
He picked up Maza and came to Luo Jin'an's side, put down Maza and said, "You're so tired of sitting down and squatting."
Luo Jinan raised his head and glanced at Su Binglan, and that look made Su Binglan's heart beat fast.
The old man was washing chicken feathers in the courtyard, while Su Fengchen was sorting salted duck eggs.
The old woman lowered her head and thought of the third family, and was a little distracted.
None of them paid attention to this detail.
The old woman returned to her current senses, watching this scene, she smiled lovingly, and said, "We Lan Lan feel sorry for your husband."
"Guan An, we Lan Lan are actually very good people, you will know after a long time."
"He's the most depressed person."
Luo Jinan said softly, "Hmm."
He lowered his head, and others could not see his expression or know what he was thinking.
Su Binglan was still thin-skinned in this matter.
"Grandma!"
The old woman smiled and said, "Okay, grandma won't tell you about the couple."
But seeing that his granddaughter and son-in-law were in a good relationship, he was happy.
At this time, the pot is boiled.
Su Binglan took out a spoon and took out the foam from the pot.
Then remove the chicken pieces to control the water and set aside.
After the pot was dried again, he put the oil, ginger onion, garlic, star fennel and chili, etc., and fried it.
Saute until fragrant, then put the chicken pieces and stir-fry.
Put the mushrooms and water back in the pot.
After the decoction is almost ripe, lift.
When boiled, the house is filled with aroma.
The old woman smelled the scent and said with emotion: "This freshman tastes different."
The old man washed the chicken feathers and dried them. He smelled a good smell when he entered the house. Hearing the old woman's words, he disagreed: "It's because my grandson is good at cooking, or a good pheasant doesn't have this. smell.."
The old woman said with a smile: "You still know how to speak, you're right."
"It's all thanks to our grandchildren and our daughter-in-law so we can have a nice dinner."
During this time, the second family would send some fresh and delicious food.
They eat a lot of good things, like hot and sour silk, soy milk tofu, and spicy chicken, all of which are delicious.
It was also made by his grandson.
Looking at their grandchildren, they all felt very proud.
The staple food they ate was steamed bread.
In fact, in the past, the old man and the old woman refused to eat steamed bread with white noodles, and they all ate thick noodles.
It was just that Su Binglan made dessert earlier and bought a lot of white noodles in the city.
After taking her home, Shen Qiuhua made a pot of steamed bread with white noodles, and took some and sent them to the old house.
The old woman did not want to eat it, so she kept it.
I just took it out tonight.
As always, only during Chinese New Year can we eat rice with white noodles.
The old woman carefully took out the steamed bun from the cupboard and said with a smile: "Tonight we will eat the white flour steamed bun as our staple food."
Su Binglan glanced at the steamed buns in the cupboard, there were exactly eight.
He remembered that his mother made a pot of steamed bread and sent eight.
It's been a few days, and my grandparents haven't eaten a single one.
Su Binglan's heart was sour, but she did not say much.
He thought of making more money so that his grandparents would live a better life in the future.
In this way they do not even hesitate to eat white flour bakpao.