farm wife

Chapter 574

Dayan squinted at her, and after only a few days of holding her back, she was so bored that she had to rush to start a fire.

"Don't hold your stomach." It didn't drive people away.

It's not just one pot, there are other pots that have to be fired, Master Jiao came and asked to cook other pots.

The bald head hugged the big pot, and ran over.

"Da Yan, this fish head has been washed and cut up, how do you make soup?" Half of the fish head must weigh a hundred catties, and after the bald head fiddled with it, there would be at most sixty to seventy catties left.

Damian took a closer look, and found that it was quite neat.

In the past, even if it was fish teeth, the bald head would probably have to use it to make soup, and then rub it with your mouth several times.

Sure enough, life is going well, and people have become picky.

The bald head had been stared at for a long time, and he felt uneasy, a little afraid of being beaten, and couldn't help but want to throw the pot and run away.

"You look so timid!" Da Yan snorted.

Bald head: ...

With a brat like you, how can I not be cowardly?

If you don't be cowardly, you will be beaten like a dog.

In other words, I am strong, only 31 years old, and quite resistant to beatings, otherwise I would have been disabled by you.

"Here you are, I don't have any ginger here. You can go inside and get a fist-sized piece of ginger, cut it up and put it inside, heat up the pan, put oil in it, and stir fry the fish head..." Da Yan said carefully. , let the bald head do it.

The bald man muttered aloud, took the seasoning given by Da Yan, and left with the basin in his arms.

Master Jiao rolled his eyes and wanted to follow.

"Master Jiao, stop here, don't make trouble!" Tell you to follow up, don't even think about drinking fish head soup in a while, just eat roasted fish head pieces.

Still the black kind.

The corners of Master Jiao's mouth twitched, and he squatted down with regret.

Not happy, not at all.

"You have nothing to do, pick vegetables for me, it seems that there are a lot of bugs, you pick them clean." Even if you let Mrs. Jiao pick vegetables, the big smoke is not very safe, but remember to eat big bugs.

Jiao Ye said: "The bug is too big, I am afraid."

The baby's arms are thick and scary.

Damian was silent for a while, and then said after a long time: "Go pick cucumbers, the weather is still a bit hot, take a big bowl of cucumbers, it will be cool, and it will be refreshing to eat."

Master Jiao glanced at her resentfully, ran to pick up the basket, and went to the back of the yard.

Before picking melons, take a look at the top.

no one.

Well, it can be picked.

"Ninth daughter-in-law, I have something, I think it's very strange, can you tell me?" Wang Yan is also helping, looking at her curiously.

In the past few days, she noticed something.

Everyone in Xiang's family opposed Master Jiao's cooking.

But she watched it for several days, but she didn't understand it very well. She always felt that her son was quite neat at his work, so why did everyone despise him like this.

This is a mother, if my son is always ordered by others, I must feel uncomfortable in my heart, thinking that my son should be a master and let others serve him.

But the son wanted to do something, but he was always rejected.

The heart of being a mother is not working anymore.

Daman turned to look at her: "What do you want to ask, just ask, I won't hit you, why are you hesitating?"

Wang Yan: ...

Can you speak?
"I just want to know, Xiao Jiu wants to cook, why don't you let him do it?" Seeing her son's aggrieved face, her heart aches as a mother, even though cooking is not a good job.

But Xiaojiu likes it, why not let me do it.

As soon as he choked on the smoke, all the work in his hands stopped, his eyes were extremely complicated, and there was a very mmp sentence, he didn't know if he should say it or not.

"Your son never cooks with water, do you know that?"

As Da Yan spoke, he might feel that it wasn't enough, so he added: "He never lets anyone interfere in his cooking, and if anyone beeps at him, he can turn against you."

Wang Yan was stunned: "Why didn't he release the water?"

Speaking of this, Xiang's family looked complicated.

"To be honest, he didn't mean it, but he just can't remember it."

Why can't I remember?

You have to ask the ghosts, anyway, they haven't figured it out after so long, the only credible statement is that.

Drowning hurts, afraid of water.

Although in fact, Master Jiao is not afraid of water at all, and has to take a bath before going to bed every day.

Listening to what Da Yan said, Wang Yanran looked like he had seen a ghost, and looked at Da Yan with extreme distrust.

Her son must not be so clumsy.

"I suggest you..." Dan Yan thought for a while, but still gritted his teeth, "Cook a meal with your son, or eat a meal he cooked, and you will understand our feelings."

Xiang Jia and the others nodded vigorously.

Just try it if you don't believe it, that's the reason.

Anyway, they would rather eat raw than eat Jiaoye's cooking.

Wang Yan didn't believe it, how could her son be so frustrated, so she would definitely show them.

Hearing Wang Yan said that she would definitely eat it, Xiang's family members had an indescribably weird expression, which seemed to be sympathetic, but also a little gloating.

While cooking, Hu Tou ran in.

"Young patriarch, the elder asked me to come back and ask you where to put the rice after harvesting. The fields have been filled and there is no place to pile them up now."

The one-meter-wide ridge is not enough to put it in. How much has been cut?

Da Yan was puzzled: "How much did you cut?"

Hutou scratched his head and said, "About half of it. The Great Elder said that when the sun is right, it should be finished."

Damian was stunned for a moment. When she came back, she had calculated that according to the speed, the mowing would be finished in the evening. Now it was only an hour and a half later, and she told her that half of the mowing had been done.

Are they all tentacle monsters?
The unbelieving Da Yan threw away the work in hand, walked towards the door, and looked at his own field with his head.

Seeing this, he suddenly froze.

She never knew that cutting rice could produce flowers, so she immediately felt that it was a big knife trick, and she had to accept it if she didn't want to.

How fast is the speed, a large area is flattened with one knife, and all are cut off.

One person chops, two people pick it up, the speed is not so fast.

But Big Smoke wants to know...

Turning his head to ask the tiger head: "If you do this, will the grains fall badly?"

Hutou scratched his head and smiled: "Not much, the ear of grain hasn't fallen into the field yet, handle it carefully, it won't fall off at all."

Big Yan squinted: "Really?"

Tiger head: "...a little bit, not much."

Dayan had a serious expression on his face, and he swung the knife very quickly. The rice didn't fly randomly, and it was still in place after being cut, but just dumped to one side.

The mowing was relatively far away, and she couldn't see if there were any falling ones on the ground, but she could guarantee that there must be some.

But... maybe not much.

"Who started it?" Da Yan asked again.

"Uncle Tiemu!" Hutou adored.

Dayan made another note to Tiemu in his heart,
If the rice didn't fall much, forget it, and let him pick it up one by one.

"There's no place to put it, so I'll move it back. There's a lot of space in the pond." Da Yan turned and walked back, the corners of his mouth still twitching as he walked.

Originally, harvesting rice was a particularly hard job.

(End of this chapter)