The farm wife likes to farm

Chapter 209

Fang Yishan: "..."

The corner of her mouth curled into an arc, that's all, if you love her, you have to pamper her, who makes you a man!

Zhang Jinhua had no choice but to nod her head helplessly. Now she found that her daughter was getting more and more out of touch, no matter what she said or did, she could piss everyone off.

The circle made by Fang Yishan was quickly completed, and he was about to go to the mountain to catch small animals and raise them back.

But Su Qingyun wanted to eat braised pork, so he rode his bicycle to the town, bought the braised pork and went up the mountain with tools.

The child in Su Qingyun's womb is still young and has no impact on her life. She is not allowed to do heavy work, but she can still do lighter work.

Today, she will be in charge of the spoon herself.

She first heats the oil, adds an appropriate amount of brown sugar to make bubbles, and when all the bubbles dissipate and smokes, she throws the pre-cut meat into it and stir-fries.

Seeing that the color is almost the same, add seasoning and stir-fry, and finally add water and simmer slowly.

After it's done, wait for the braised pork to be cooked. I remember that Fang Yishan opened a wasteland in the back mountain to grow vegetables when she first traveled here.

Because there are lush forests in the back mountain, and there is not enough sunlight, the vegetables grow slowly, and now it is barely edible after several months.

She went to the back mountain with Zhang Jinhua and found that there were many deep and shallow footprints in the vegetable field.

And the vegetables were almost picked, only some small vegetable seedlings were left lying on the ground.

Some time ago, she and Fang Yishan came to see it, and saw that the vegetables were still young, so they didn't pick them up and eat them. Who knew that there would be someone faster than them.

Looking at the swaying dishes, Su Qingyun's face was a little dignified. She turned her head to look at Zhang Jinhua, and saw that Zhang Jinhua's face was not good-looking.

Zhang Jinhua said: "Lotus, this dish has been talked about a lot, it must be made by the villagers."

Su Qingyun nodded with a sullen face, and agreed: "And she's not alone."

As far as footprints are concerned, at least three people, a man and a woman with smaller footprints, and children with smaller footprints.

"What should I do? This vegetable field was cultivated by my son-in-law this year, and I will steal it as soon as it is planted, and I am not afraid of retribution if I lose my limbs."

Zhang Jinhua was really angry. It was fine for the vegetables she had grown before to be stolen, but now even her son-in-law's were being stolen.

These thieves who steal other people's things are not afraid of losing limbs.

Su Qingyun sighed silently, then turned her head and said to Zhang Jinhua: "Mother, let's take the bigger dishes and eat them first! We'll talk about the rest later."

"Lotus, the vegetables in your vegetable patch are going to be wiped out, why do you still want to eat them?"

"Then what should we do now? Go catch the man, or just swear around the village to enjoy yourself?"

Su Qingyun twitched the corners of her mouth, bent down and began to pluck the vegetable seedlings, and said as she plucked, "Don't worry, the only way up the village is the road next to our house. We haven't seen anyone going up the mountain during the day. There are footprints in the field And it has only rained at night these days. I don’t think the vegetable seedlings have grown up. They should have been smeared last night. Although they pulled a lot yesterday, there are still vegetables in the field. They ate the sweetness once, and they will come again in the future."

"What?"

Zhang Jinhua exclaimed, frowned tightly, and said angrily: "I steal once and come again. I have to come and watch every day to see if it is a thief who has lost a limb or a leg."

"Okay mother, you don't have to worry about this matter, she won't come again in ten days and a half."

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　　Waiting is always tough.

　　There is no end in sight in the queue, and my heart is desperate.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)