Farmhouse Fubao has space

Chapter 70

"It smells so good, Mom, I'm hungry." Tong Ankang swallowed and shouted.

"I'm hungry too." Tong Anle also swallowed her saliva. Although the others didn't speak, they all stared at Song Yu—the pot in front of him.

Song Yu looked at his two sons, gave them a blank look, and continued with his actions.

"It's Xiang, fourth daughter-in-law, did you cook this according to what Nian Bao'er said?" Mrs. Tong walked into the kitchen and watched Song Yu making noodles.

"Yes, mother, I just tasted it. It's really delicious, and the bamboo shoots are not bitter." Song Yu put the noodles in his hand into the pot, and took a pair of chopsticks and handed it to Old Madam Tong.

"Really? Then I have to try it." Mrs. Tong didn't eat the chicken with chopsticks, but picked up a piece of bamboo shoots and tasted it, and it really wasn't bitter.

In the past, the bamboo shoots they made were all bitter. Since Tong Anian has a way to make the bamboo shoots not bitter, they will have an extra dish from now on.

They are a mountain village, surrounded by mountains on three sides. There are not many other things, but there are many bamboo forests. There are patches of bamboo forests at the foot of the mountain behind their houses. Even if every family digs them, it is enough to eat.

Moreover, the taste of this dish is really good, a taste they have never tasted before.

"It's really delicious." Chewing the bamboo shoots in her mouth, Mrs. Tong turned her head to look at Tong An Nian who was doing nothing, and she believed more and more that there was something about the old man in the dream Tong An Nian said.

They didn't know about these things, and Tong Annian seldom went out at home all the time. If it wasn't for the guidance of an immortal, how could a four-year-old Tong Anian know?

Thinking about her Nian Baoer being favored by the immortals and teaching her so much knowledge, Old Madam Tong felt very proud!
"Grandma, let's dig bamboo shoots and dry them in the sun, how about fried meat in winter?" Tong Annian whispered to Old Madam Tong.

"Dried bamboo shoots? That's right, it's time to dry dried bamboo shoots. Let your brother and the others dig bamboo shoots when you have nothing to do these days. Turn around, let's tell everyone how the bamboo shoots are not bitter, and let everyone dry them." Some, there are vegetables to eat in winter."

After thinking for a while, Mrs. Tong nodded seriously. Tong Anian slightly raised the corners of her mouth. She knew that Mrs. Tong had a good heart and would definitely bring everyone in the village to dry the bamboo shoots together.

However, as for the way to make the bamboo shoots unpalatable and not bitter, she doesn't mind letting everyone know.

"Grandma, can I give Uncle Gao Xuan a bowl of chicken?" Tong Annian called Gao Xuan, and gently tugged on Old Madam Tong's clothes.

Madam Tong looked at the pot of chicken, and then at Tong Anian. The pheasant was given to Tong Anian by Gao Xuan. Tong Anian thought of giving some to Gao Xuan because she knew how to be grateful. How could Madam Tong refuse her?

"Fourth daughter-in-law, you can order some noodles first, and give Gao Xuan a bowl of chicken later." Old Madam Tong's words made Tong Annian smile.

Song Yu also started to work in his hands. Mrs. Tong was not a stingy person. She had a large bowl of chicken and bamboo shoots. Although Lao Tong had a large family, Song Yu also cooked other dishes, which were enough to eat.

Moreover, the family is not short of food now.

"My own family doesn't have enough to eat, and I still think about outsiders. Children just don't know how to feel bad." Zhao Cuifen sniffed, smelling the scent wafting from the kitchen, and muttered dissatisfiedly while tidying up her mother-in-law.

Tong Anian could hear these words clearly, but she pretended not to hear them at all, but Ning Qingqiu, who was beside Zhao Cuifen, couldn't pretend that she didn't hear them either, and her face immediately turned pale. She understood that these words were not meant for Tong Anian , but told her.

She knew that Nian Baoer did the right thing. Even if Zhao Cuifen told her these words, she couldn't say anything. She always felt that she owed this family.

Therefore, Ning Qingqiu lowered his head, took a deep breath gently, suppressed the grievance in his heart, and kept working with his hands.

(End of this chapter)