I was despised by the two little kids and lie, and I was too lazy to explain. I just "lying" the blame is to be removed no matter what. As an elder, I cannot set a bad example for children, right?

Fortunately, the two little kids are still small and are easier to fool. After some explanation, I finally believe that my mother (my aunt) accidentally sprinkled the fruits she picked into the mud, and they couldn't eat them if they were dirt, so of course they were gone.

Mangye played with the little kids for a while, chopped the pig grass and mixed it with boiling water and soaked it with some rice bran. She started to make a lunch for the whole family again.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the kitchen uses a earthen stove to cook. When the fire in the stove is lit, it feels like a steamer set on the stove. It feels really bad. Even if you sit there motionless, your sweat can wet your thin summer clothes.

Mang Ye was playing a fan with his left hand and cooking with a spatula with his right hand. The crystal sweat beads on his forehead were still flowing down like a stream, making it very uncomfortable.

Neither the original owner sold himself since childhood or the mulberry leaves that occupied his body after the original owner unfortunately died, he had never suffered such a hardship.

You should know that before the mulberry leaves came, the original owner was already the big girl in the wealthy family. She didn’t need to go to the kitchen in person when she ate and lived with her master. When it was replaced by the mulberry leaves, she picked up ready-made cheapness and naturally she never had a kitchen, at least not in this season.

However, mulberry leaves in the previous life had suffered and lived with this hard work. They were so tired that they were so tired that they were stuffy in the hot kitchen for three meals a day. They didn’t complain, but they just took a bath and washed their face more frequently. Otherwise, they would be completely stinky and they wouldn’t even stay at the smell.

"Wow, I have another meat today, it's great!"

The meat in the pot just smelled like meat. The hill that was originally playing in the shade of the tree followed the smell and slashed into the kitchen. She tiptoed on the stove and looked straight into the pot. When she saw that it was the meat, she immediately screamed excitedly.

Compared to the slack season, the Sang family's current food is indeed much richer. Not only do they mainly eat dry rice instead of thick porridge, but they also have meat and meat that they cannot see normally. After all, the whole family is busy rushing to collect the seedlings, and they are all working hard. They are not free for half a month. If they don't eat well, they don't have the energy to work, and they can't stand it.

I heard that some people have a hard time living, and there is no good food during the busy farming period. After the busy farming period, they will get sick. Even if they are sick, they are reluctant to spend money on herbs, so they can only bear it.

The conditions at the Sang family are not too bad. They can still eat two meals of meat during the busy farming season. Every year during the busy farming season, they will go to the town to cut two kilograms of meat and hang them in the well. They will cut a small piece every few days and stew it.

Seeing his nephew swallowing his saliva continuously, Sang Ye was amused and sad, patted his little head and reminded: "Don't get too close, be careful that the lard is fried and burns you."

As soon as he finished speaking, with a "pop", the pork in the pot exploded, and drops of boiling oil splashed, and a drop splashed on Xiaoshan's face, which he could not avoid.

"Ao—It hurts so much—"

Xiaoshan cried out in pain, covering his scalded cheeks, and his eyes were filled with tears.

"Come here quickly and see if there is any bubble."

Mang Ye was closest to her, and a few lard were splashed on her back of her hands. She didn't care about the pain and quickly put down the spatula and fan to see Xiaoshan's face. However, the light in the kitchen was not good and she couldn't see clearly.

Huan'er, who was teasing ant under the big tree, was also attracted by the cry of the hill. Looking at the little brother whose tears were falling, she was so nervous that she didn't know what to do, so she could only look at her mother with a glancing look.

Sang Ye pulled his nephew to the door and carefully observed his face at Guangliang. He found that it was just a little red and it was not serious. Then he felt relieved: "It's okay, there is no scalding. My aunt will apply it to you with a wet towel. But next time when my aunt cooks pork, don't get as close as before."

"Well, Xiaoshan knows!" Xiaoshan sobbed and agreed, but Xiaoyan looked into the oil pan unconsciously. His little nose moved and kept sucking the smell of meat, as if he could eat the fragrant meat into his mouth.

Seeing this, Huan'er felt a little reluctant to look at her.

After Xiaoshan's face was applied with a wet towel, he no longer felt so painful, Huan'er pulled the little brother's hand in disgust, pulled him and squatted under the big tree again, carefully observing the ants back and forth, and occasionally using small wooden sticks and small pieces of soil to set obstacles for them.

Without pulling the little brother tightly, Huan'er was really worried that the little brother would not be able to control himself and crawled into the hot oil pan.

It’s your responsibility to save the foodie brother!

Looking at the chattering little nephew and An Anjing's son, he shook his head with a wet towel to apply his face, turned around and went to the kitchen to continue cooking.

At noon, the Sang family, who was working in the field, returned home with fatigue and heat. The weather is too hot now, so you don’t need mulberry leaves to send lunch to the field, so that you can avoid the hottest noon and have a short rest.

"Grandpa and grandma, father, uncle and second aunt, come and wash your face. This is what my aunt just called from the well, it's cool!"

Xiaoshan struggled to carry a basin of ice water to the main hall, washing his hands and faces for his elders and older brothers and sisters so that they could cool down soon.

Behind him, Huan'er put another basin of water on the ground, and then quietly retreated to the side without saying a word.

For the Sang family who had been together for two months, although the Sang family treated him well and was no different from Xiaoshan, he could feel this strong family affection in his heart and care about these relatives, but he could not be as close as Xiaoshan for the time being.

The Sang family naturally could see this. They just pretended that this grandson (nephew) who looked like his daughter (sister) had not yet adapted to it, so they tried their best to take care of his emotions on weekdays and reminded Xiaoshan to take good care of his cousin.

Xiaoshan did not disappoint. He liked Huan'er at first sight. The two children played like brothers and had never quarreled.

When Sang Ye came in with food, he saw his sister-in-law leaving her younger son Xiaoshan aside and pulling Huan'er intimately and saying something.

Huan'er's little face was a little tense, it was not anger, but uncomfortable.

Except for Sang Ye and Xiaoshan, Huan'er's intimacy with the other people in the Sang family showed this awkward reaction.

Seeing his mother come in, Huan'er seemed to see a savior, and prayed in her big eyes, hoping that her mother would help him ask her aunt for excessive enthusiasm.

Sang Ye couldn't help but feel funny. He couldn't refuse this pitiful little look. He stepped forward and said to Shi, "Sister-in-law, my parents are afraid they can't wait for the meal. Go to the kitchen to help me bring out the remaining two bowls of rice!"

"Okay, sister-in-law, go now." Yu didn't say anything, but let go of Huan'er with some reluctance and said to Sang Ye enviously: "You are better off teaching children. You teach Huan'er so sensible and polite, which is much more pleasing than the little demon star in Xiaoshan."

After saying that, she glared at Xiaoshan who was hungry, wishing she could change him and Huan'er and let the well-behaved Huan'er be her son, so that she could worry less.

Xiaoshan who was disliked by his mother:/(ㄒoㄒ)/~

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I don’t know why, every time I write Huan'er and Xiaoshan, I can imagine a pure love novel of one million words. Isn’t it helpless?
Chapter completed!