Wear to the age!I take the space to eat and drink spicy food

Chapter 52 The Meat Is Still Delicious

Just when Aunt Jiang was hurting in her heart, she looked up again, and Jiang Xue had already opened the can of oranges, and she still bought two bottles at once.

"Oops~"

Aunt Jiang patted her thigh in pain: "Girl, why are you opening it?" She had eaten this thing twice before she came to Jiangcheng, and it was closed inside, and she couldn't let it go once she opened it.

"Godmother, how can you eat if you don't open it?" Jiang Xue smiled and called Jiang Dabao to get a spoon and a bowl.

"You just buy it to eat, godmother, you are weak, and they say canned fruit can make up your body. You have been busy for a long time, so eat more."

Jiang Xue doesn't believe in nourishing the body. Nothing is as good as eating and eating meat. However, in this age, there is a shortage of supplies, and there are not many non-staple foods. People are prone to malnutrition.

In fact, as long as you eat enough, the problem of malnutrition will naturally be solved, so it makes sense to say that canned oranges can nourish the body.

Jiang Xue opened two bottles as soon as she opened it, and Aunt Jiang said she couldn't do it if she didn't eat it.

So, two bottles of canned oranges were eaten by the three middle-aged and young people.

Jiang Dabao took two bowls and spoons at the beginning. He felt that he was the man of the family. He had to give way to his grandma and his aunt. Moreover, he had a full lunch and he was not hungry at all.

But can Jiang Xue be willing?

I saw that she directly divided some of the two cans into a bowl, handed it to Mrs. Jiang, and directly stuffed a glass jar into Jiang Dabao. She took one by herself, and then took out a spoon from her shoulder bag. Said: "Let's eat together."

Jiang Dabao looked at the can in his hand, and murmured, "Auntie, I don't like sweets."

"Come on less." Can Jiang Xue believe it?

"There is no shortage of this kind of food at home. It's just the three of us. Even if we want to save food, I should save it for you."

Jiang Dabao became anxious when he heard it: "No, Auntie, I'm a man, I..."

"Forget what I said in the morning, you eat more, grow up quickly, so you can support me in the future."

Aunt Jiang also nodded: "Sanba, your aunt is right."

"En." Jiang Dabao could only nod his head, pursed his lips, and said softly, "Thank you, aunt."

Jiang Xue only poked his cheek, frowning slightly: "It's still too thin."

A bottle of canned oranges is not too big, but Jiang Dabao feels heavy when holding it.

He also ate it in his memory when he was a child, but it has been too long, and he only knows that it is sweet, very sweet, and sweet.

Now smelling the sweetness of oranges and sugar water, he swallowed but felt a little helpless.

In fact, Aunt Jiang is not. She has the most canned oranges in her bowl, because Jiang Xue said to let her eat more, and she almost fell just now because of hypoglycemia.

What hypoglycemia means eating sugar?

Aunt Jiang didn't understand, she only knew that it was Jiang Xue's love for her, and it was Jiang Xue's filial piety.

Jiang Xue ate it first. It's not that she doesn't have fresh fruits and vegetables in her space, but it's winter, and it's hard for her to take them out, so she can't rely on that 'acquaintance' for everything.

"Acquaintances" should be used in moderation, otherwise it would be exaggerated. When she saw the canned fruit, she took out two bottles of canned oranges.

I deliberately didn't take the big bottle, but took the small one, which is similar to the canned food at this time.

In fact, one can is only [-] grams. Jiang Xue can eat two cans by herself and share among three people. She thinks it is very economical.

As if she didn't see the discomfort of the two, Jiang Xue finished her share in twos and twos, wiped her mouth, put the glass jar on the low table next to her, and said with a smile: "I'll eat first It's over, Dabao, you are the last to finish eating, and you wash the jar."

"Godmother, eat slowly, I'll pack up the things I bought."

After speaking, Jiang Xue went into the kitchen.

Jiang Dabao seemed to have just come back to his senses at this time, he stared blankly at the empty jars on the table, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he responded, "Okay~"

The memory of my childhood has always been deep, but Jiang Dabao took a spoonful of canned orange syrup and took a sip, only to find that the syrup was extra sweet.

Sweet, his whole body is sweet from head to toe.

One, two, three...

Jiang Dabao treasured his food very much. He first sucked some sugar water, and then carefully bit into half of the orange flesh. The canned oranges were so sweet that he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Aunt Jiang, who was on the side, felt a little sour when she saw the scene of her grandson, but she looked in the direction of the kitchen and felt indescribably lucky.

In fact, Jiang Xue didn't have anything to clean up. Seeing that she was here, her godmother and Dabao couldn't bear to eat canned oranges, so she just made up an excuse.

At this moment, she was taking out a three-pound piece of tofu for dinner from the space, and then took the opportunity to stuff a piece of jerky into her mouth.

Still eating meat is the happiest!

After quietly eating a few pieces of jerky in the kitchen, Jiang Xue washed her hands, and said to Aunt Jiang when she got out of the kitchen: "Godmother, don't be too tired, I'll go back to the room to rest for a while."

"Go, go, my mother is not tired." Aunt Jiang looked at her with a smile.

Jiang Xue's gaze fell on Jiang Dabao again, and her tone became mischievous and domineering: "You eat the slowest, you wash the jars."

At this time, people are very experienced in reusing many things. Such jars, or glass jars, are people's favorite things. They can be used to hold white sugar or some food that needs to be dust-proof, insect-proof and ant-proof.

Jiang Xue naturally went to do as the Romans did, and it would be appropriate for her to bring out some brown sugar in two days.

Jiang Dabao cleaned up her room as soon as she saw it. The foot of the bed, the corners of the window sill, and the dust were all cleaned up. Jiang Xue couldn't help saying in her heart that she was really diligent.

The door of the room was closed, and she took out the thin blanket she had been using from her shoulder bag as a mattress. Jiang Xue threw the hanging bag on the bamboo bed, took off her overalls, changed into a pair of trousers, and pulled the quilt on the bed.

It's not easy, and I finally have a room and a bed to sleep in here.

Although still a black household.

Thinking of the black household problem, Jiang Xue couldn't help sighing, forget it, wake up and continue thinking.

While Jiang Xue was sleeping, one of the grandparents and grandson who had eaten the orange syrup finished the cotton-padded clothes in good spirits, and the other continued to wash and scrub. It's strength.

Aunt Jiang reminded her from time to time: "Sanba, please be quiet, don't wake up your aunt."

But not long after, Jiang Xue still woke up.

She was pale, clutching her stomach and groping out the door.

Aunt Jiang was just about to continue working with new materials. Seeing Jiang Xue's posture, she immediately understood what was going on.

She raised her voice and shouted towards the yard: "Sanba, hurry up, boil the pot of hot water."

Jiang Xue smiled weakly: "Thank you, godmother."

Aunt Jiang just shook her head, stepped forward to support Jiang Xue, and shouted eagerly outside: "Quick, Sanba!"

(End of this chapter)