Space farm girl sweet honey

Chapter 3 Family
Mo Xinling put the chopped ginger into the pot and boiled it, and Mo Shunuan said, "Second Sister, go and change your clothes."

"That's fine, Ah Nuan, don't get too close, be careful of sparks coming out." Mo Xinling nodded, and quickly left the kitchen, and went to her room to change into dry clothes.

Mo Shunuan watched Mo Xinling leave, and sighed again, obviously she was only a 12-year-old girl, but because her life became mature and sensible, her hands were also extraordinarily rough.

"Hurry up and go back to your room and change your clothes, so you don't catch a cold." An angry voice sounded in the main room, with imperceptible majesty.

Because the main room is not far from the kitchen, Mo Shunuan naturally heard the voice, but now she has to cook ginger soup, so naturally she can't go out to say hello, and grandma and the others have to change clothes.

"Ah Nuan," Mo Xinling approached her, glanced at the pot, then at the firewood in the stove, and said, "It will be fine when the firewood burns out."

"Well, Second Sister, sit here and dry your hair." Mo Shu responded warmly, looked up and saw Mo Xinling's wet hair, and hurriedly got up and pulled her to sit in front of her clay stove.

Mo Xinling didn't refuse either, and after sitting down, she quickly dried her hair with the sparks still on her.

Waiting for the sparks to go out, Mo Xinling got up and took a spoon and a bowl to start serving the soup. The bowl was a bit hot, but Mo Shunuan didn't dare to carry it, so she turned and ran out of the kitchen.

"Grandma and grandma drank ginger soup, parents drank ginger soup, uncles and aunts drank ginger soup, uncles and aunts drank ginger soup, uncles drank ginger soup, brothers and sisters..." She still had a little milk The tone of voice is uniform shouting in all directions.

Fortunately, Mo's house is at the foot of the mountain, and there are people's houses a little further away. Naturally, others can't hear Mo Shunuan's voice, otherwise they will be gossiped by the village again tomorrow.

"This girl..." Feng Sining frowned delicately, a little dissatisfied with Mo Shunuan's actions, tied up her clothes and prepared to go out, but was held back by Mo Qianyan.

"Miss, isn't Ah Nuan's appearance whatever you want?" Mo Qianyan smiled lightly, rubbing Feng Sining's head with her big palm, with a look of doting on her face.

Feng Sining stretched out her hand and patted Mo Qianyan's hand away, with an unhappy expression on her face, she said: "Just pet her, let's just pamper her, look at even parents pampering, what do you say?" Sister-in-law and three younger siblings..."

"Ning Ning, I know what you want to say, but please remember that we are sincerely good to Ah Nuan, and the same is true for my sister-in-law and third sibling." Mo Qianyan pampered with seriousness.

"Alas~" Feng Sining sighed, and said sadly: "I hope so, but Qianyan can't just listen to what the old monk said if she wants to overturn the case, Ah Nuan is just an ordinary child."

"I know Ning Ning, Ah Nuan is also my child, no matter what happens to her in the future, I will do my best to protect her."

Feng Sining's nose was a little sour, but she still didn't cry, she broke free from Mo Qianyan's embrace, and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go out quickly, your little padded jacket told us to drink ginger soup."

Her smile almost made Mo Qianyan lose his soul. He still remembered that when they first met, he was fascinated by such a smile.

"Still leaving?" Feng Sining turned her head and saw Mo Qianyan's obsessed expression, she was a little dumbfounded, but she wanted to remind him calmly.

The ginger soup was brought to the square table by Mo Xinling and Mo Yarou. Mr. Mo and Grandma Rong had already changed their clothes and sat on the bench to drink the ginger soup.

Mo Shu warmly squeezed the shoulders of the old couple and told some jokes they had never heard before, which made everyone in the room laugh.

　Moqian fire (huǒ): a fire is the boss
　　Mo Qianyan (yán): Two fires are the second child
　　Mo Qianyan (yàn): Three fires are the third child
　　Mo Qianyi (yì): The four fires are the fourth
　　
　
(End of this chapter)