The fourth girl of the farmer

Chapter 7
The two disagreed with each other, refused to give in to each other, and fought for each other.

"Snapped!"

The sound made people stiff.

One egg fell on the ground.Four eyes, watching the egg white and yolk flow all over the floor.

"You!" Yang Ziqian looked at the eggs on the ground, quickly stretched out his small hand, grabbed the ones that hadn't flowed out, and used a bowl to catch the egg whites and yolks that kept flowing down.

An egg, two-thirds drained.

Only a little bit of the cracked eggshell dripped into the bowl.

Thinking about this family, the most precious thing is white noodle soup, and I wasted one of the two eggs I had so hard to get.

Tears just flowed out.Never knew that she, Yang Ziqian, would cry for an egg.

Yang Zisen was also shocked.Standing there watching my sister cry.

Don't pay attention to the idiot Yang Zisen anymore.

Yang Ziqian broke the broken eggs and the good ones together, dipped some salt in the chopsticks and stirred them together. The chopsticks beat the egg flowers flying all over the bowl. She was not in the mood to appreciate her special skills, and felt sorry for breaking the egg whites and yolks that flowed on the ground. Yang Zisen is a guy who failed to succeed and failed, so I really regret calling him.

After adjusting the egg flower, I picked up the flint from the stove and beat it again and again, only to see sparks splashing randomly, but it still couldn't ignite.

Yang Ziqian couldn't help but want to throw this thing out the door.

"I'll do it." Stretched out his hand timidly, he really didn't mean to fight with his sister, and he regretted it to the present.Seeing that my sister couldn't turn on the fire, she blushed and spoke.

Without even looking at him, Yang Ziqian threw the flint and steel into his hand.

He went out by himself, took a small stool, placed it by the stove, scooped a wooden ladle of water into the pot, stood on the stool, grabbed the handle of the pot with both hands, and struggled to wash the pot.After washing it twice, it was confirmed that it was clean, and my little body was also tired.

Yang Zisen made amends, and the fire was quickly ignited. He pulled two handfuls of grain and grass into it, and the fire was very strong.

When the bottom of the pot is hot, but there is no oil.

Yang Ziqian originally wanted to make fried egg soup, but now he changed his mind and made egg drop soup.

Scooped two bowls of water into it, when the water boiled, poured the egg drop in the bowl, stirred it, and a bowl of golden egg drop soup was done.

Filled two full bowls, one bowl, and kept it for my mother to eat at night.Take a bowl and bring it to your mother right away.

By the way, I scooped a ladle of water into the bottom of the pot after the egg flower was boiled. After turning it over for a long time, I saw cornmeal in a small clay pot in the corner of the kitchen. Made corn soup tonight.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Zisen didn't dare to say a word.However, watching my sister do this, she still looks decent.

Yang Ziqian stood on the stool and poured the last bit of corn soup in the pot into the small earthenware bowl. Unexpectedly, he stepped on the wrong side of his foot. The small stool flipped over, and the little girl holding the spatula fell again unfortunately.

"Sister, how are you?" Yang Zisen was so frightened that he dropped the firewood in his hand, and went to help his little sister.

"What's the matter, what's the matter with the fourth girl." In the room, Yueniang just woke up when she heard the scream of the third son.

"Mother, my sister fell down." Yang Zisen answered while dragging his sister up with great effort.

Enduring the severe pain in her body, Yueniang moved her body and got off the bed, and moved to the door of the kitchen step by step.

What kind of scene is this.

San'er, with a face full of black flowers, puts both hands under the fourth girl's tuck.

The fourth girl propped herself up on the ground with one hand, and held the spatula in the other, her little face was tangled in pain, and she bared her teeth, "Ouch."

"What are you doing?" Yueniang petrified.

"We are cooking eggs and soup." Finally dragged my sister up from the ground.Seeing that his mother was standing at the door of the kitchen, Yang Zisen hurriedly explained.

"Boiled eggs? Boiled soup?" Looking up, there were still red flames in the stove hole, and the pot seemed to be burnt. Yes, the smell was coming out.

"These two children, what are you messing with?" Yueniang didn't care about the pain, she was about to come in and take the spatula from her daughter.

"Mother, I'm done cooking. Go back and rest." Yang Ziqian was so embarrassed that he raised his eyes to look at his mother, lowered his head, and saw that the little stool he was stepping on had been torn apart. He raised his foot and kicked it into the woodpile.

"My child, quickly put a ladle of water into the pot, the pot will be mushy." Seeing Yang Ziqian's kick, Yueniang didn't know if it hurt her foot.

The children of the poor headed home early.It's not even as high as the stove, so they're cooking, and Yueniang's heart feels sour and sweet.

When she returned to the bed in the room, Yang Zisen happily brought her a bowl of egg drop soup, and Yueniang was full of excitement in her heart.

"Mother, my sister made it. Is it delicious?" Yang Zisen stood on tiptoe and stretched his neck to look at the bowl of egg drop soup that his mother drank. He kept telling himself that he just wanted to prove that his sister made it for the first time. Can my mother drink what comes out?

"Delicious." Yueniang drank a few sips, her nose felt sore and the corners of her eyes were moist.

"Come on, Zisen, mother can't drink anymore, you and your sister can drink the rest." Yueniang handed half a bowl of egg drop soup to the eagerly looking third son.

"Yeah!" Yang Zisen brought the soup out of the room excitedly, Yueniang closed her eyes and was heartbroken.

"I won't eat. If you want to eat, you can eat by yourself." Yang Ziqian felt that they were so sensible at the dinner table, why didn't they understand what his mother wanted at this moment.

In fact, Yang Zisen also knew that his mother was making an excuse for this matter.However, he really wanted to know the taste of egg drop soup, besides, it was made by his sister.

If my sister doesn't eat it, he can't eat it alone.

Yang Zisen took a sip lightly, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. It was so fragrant that it melted in his mouth. Before he could taste the taste, he got into his throat.Taking another sip, feeling it, he put down the bowl.

"Leave these for the eldest brother and the second brother." Like talking to himself, or telling his sister, when Yang Zisen put the bowl on the stove, he tiptoed to take a look, and then left resolutely Kitchen.

The heart is still so hot; the brothers are united and friendly, Yang Ziqian is moved when he sees his back walking out, and forgets the unhappiness of fighting just now.

What can be done is done well, and the rest is just impossible.

The baby was crying again, and seeing Yueniang sitting on the bed tidying up, Yang Ziqian really couldn't bear it.

Hug, such a soft and small child, she dare not, probably, Yueniang will not let her hug; let her wash the diapers thrown aside, frowning, let them do this.

"Third Brother, wash Fifth Sister's diaper." Thinking of the clumsy Yang Zisen, it should be okay to do this.

(End of this chapter)