Dumb farmer wife busy farming

Chapter 812 Chapter 820 Satisfaction
Ye Ying turned around and saw Ye Qingqing holding Jin Xueqing and smiling happily, and she also laughed, "Why is Qing girl so happy, what are you laughing at?"

Ye Qingqing raised her head when she heard the words, and showed a sweeter smile at Ye Ying, "I just want to eat delicious roasted sweet potatoes later, so I feel happy."

Hearing Ye Qingqing's words, Ye Ying felt a little helpless, but also wanted to laugh.

My life now is many times better than before. Not to mention being well-clothed and well-fed, but most of the things I want to buy are still affordable.

She never imagined that life has become so good that her daughter would feel so happy because of a piece of roasted sweet potato.

But looking at the bright smile on her daughter's face, Ye Ying thought it was pretty good.

Nothing is better than contentment.

"Put in a few more. I haven't eaten for a long time. I guess everyone wants to eat." Ye Ying instructed.

After hearing the words, Ye Qingqing agreed repeatedly, and took a few more sweet potatoes from the side and buried them under the stove.

As time passed, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes gradually wafted away.

It was just a little bit at first, but as the sweet potatoes gradually ripened, the smell became stronger and stronger, and finally the rich aroma kept penetrating into Ye Qingqing's nose, making her stomach start to growl, and her mouth began to gurgle. saliva.

But looking at Jin Xueqing who was still sitting on her lap, Ye Qingqing was a little helpless.

Holding a little guy, there is really no way to eat it!
Baked sweet potatoes are different from other things, because they are buried in ashes and baked, so they are all black.

When eating, you have to tear off the outer skin little by little with your hands, which will definitely make your hands dusty.

She wasn't afraid of getting dirty, but mainly because she was afraid of accidentally scalding Jin Xueqing.

Ye Ying had almost finished frying the dishes, and there was pork rib soup cooking in the pot. Seeing Ye Qingqing's expression of wanting to eat but unable to eat, she just wanted to laugh.

He walked to the side to wash his hands, and when he came back, he hugged Jin Xueqing in his arms, and then said to Ye Qingqing, "Okay, I'll hold Xiao Xueer, you quickly get all the sweet potatoes out, or you won't be able to get them in a while." It was all charcoal."

The sweet potatoes are all long and thin. After baking for a long time, they are all turned into ashes, but there is really no way to eat them.

Ye Qingqing nodded hastily when she heard the words, and peeled all the sweet potatoes with a fire stick.

Tapping it lightly with a stick a few times, Ye Qingqing found a porcelain basin and clamped the sweet potatoes one by one with two sticks.

Ye Qingqing watched her movements, and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go there together, and let your father and Pingan come over for dinner."

Hearing this, Ye Qingqing also pursed her lips and laughed, and walked out together with Ye Ying.

When the two entered the main room, Ye Qingqing put the pot in her hand on the table of the Eight Immortals, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes had penetrated into the noses of several people the moment she entered.

Looking at the dark roasted sweet potatoes in the basin, Jin Jiu and the others all laughed. One of them reached out to take one, and switched back and forth with his left hand and right hand, but the smiles on his faces became brighter and brighter.

In such a cold winter day, eating a roasted sweet potato is really a happy thing.

Ye Qingqing also peeled one by herself, peeling off the dark and scorched outer skin. Ye Qingqing didn't eat it herself, so she put it in Ye Ying's mouth first, and asked her to take a bite before talking.

Ye Ying was not polite either, she opened her mouth and took a small bite, fearing that it would be too hot if she bit too much.

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