Cannon Fodder Just Wants to Farm (MTL)

Chapter 17: Try

When Ranran came back, he was shocked. There were all kinds of cloths in the yard, washed and hung on bamboo poles. It adds beautiful color to the entire dilapidated courtyard.

Qiu Yu heard his son's voice and quickly came out to greet him: "It's time to eat."

Ranran put the rabbit cage in the corner, ran to Qiu Yu, buried her whole little face in his arms, and said in a sweet voice: "Little daddy, what are these?"

Qiu Yu said: "This is the cloth our family wants to sell at the market."

"Oh." He Ran looked at Yingfeng's beautiful fabric, feeling a little happy, and followed Qiu Yu to the dinner table.

Qiu Yu felt sorry that her son couldn't eat whole grains, so she mixed some white flour into the steamed buns and fried cabbage slices.

The family was a little hungry after such a busy day. Everyone ate a lot. Qiu Yu steamed a large pot and thought about bringing it out tomorrow morning. After eating, there was no one left. These two men like to eat steamed buns mixed with fine grains.

That night, Qiu Yu hugged He Ran to sleep on the crib, coaxing the child to sleep, and said he would bring him good things when he came back from the market.

Xiao Heran is also very good.

He Zifeng was alone on the big bed, and he always felt empty in his arms. My son was tired after running around all day and fell asleep lying there. He Zifeng curled his lips and felt aggrieved. Qiu Yu had made up her mind not to come back and sleep with him. He was always a man who slept on the pillow, but today he was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. I don't know how long it took before I felt slightly sleepy, and then I felt a gentle person approaching. He Zifeng was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, but he still didn't forget to hold this person in his arms.

He Zifeng is a diligent person. He woke up before dawn. When he opened his eyes, he found that Qiu Yu was indeed in his arms. He was immediately happy. It turned out that the feeling of burning shadow yesterday was not a dream. His wife was really the best with him. .

He Zifeng put on his clothes in the morning, took a basket and an ax and went up the mountain to chop firewood. The firewood at home is not enough, so I need to cut more firewood to save Qiuyu trouble when cooking.

By the time He Zifeng came back with a basket full of cuts, it was already broad daylight.

As soon as He Zifeng returned home, the aroma filled the house.

The fabrics that had been left to dry overnight had long since dried and he had put them away. Take out the remaining unsorted fabrics and sort them, and single out those that need cleaning.

He Zifeng had just come back and piled firewood on the firewood pile. He washed his hands and went into the house. He looked at his family lying in the house still sleeping soundly. His little face was flushed from sleep. He Zifeng wanted to kiss his son, but he was afraid that the new stubble would ruin his son's delicate face.

He Zifeng was not willing to disturb his son's sweet dream, so he came out and said to Qiu Yu: "I kind of want to eat the braised pig's trotters with soybeans you made." This is Qiu Yu's specialty dish. He had given it to He Zifeng before he left the cabinet. Back then, He Zifeng fell in love with it the first time he ate it.

Pig's trotters are scraps, and raw pig's trotters are cheap, but they require firewood to make, and they are still fishy if not cooked well. I don't know how Qiuyu makes them soft and sweet. The gelatin of the pig skin sticks to your mouth after one bite. It can satisfy your craving once you eat it. .

Qiu Yu said: "Okay, I will buy some when I go to the market, and I will also buy some spices."

He Zifeng's eyes lit up when he heard that his wife was going to cook delicious food for him. He would do whatever he wanted for him.