Mr.Liang's Wife Escapes Again

Ah Hui is a little puzzled. She goes out from the back door of the kitchen and looks at the motherwort mu.

She remembered that the grass, beside their village, was everywhere.

When Jiang Shiran was recuperating with them, she didn't know how many fried eggs she picked for her.

Is not some roadside weeds, as for stinginess to this point?

"I just picked some. Seeing that these motherwort are growing well, I picked some and gave them to the young lady to fry eggs."

Mr. Mu turned his head and looked at ah Hui. Then he took a look at the piece of motherwort which had been picked. Although he was heartbroken, he gave it to his good granddaughter-in-law, which was forgivable.

Sure enough, he did not continue to roar, but heartache to his "first wives" poured some water, and then on the Dragon crutches to another road.

Ah Hui looks at Mu's back in a strange way, but feels a little confused.

For this kind of motherwort that can grow everywhere, what is rare.

If he really wanted to, she would go back another day, pick him a basket and return it to him.

Standing next to ah Hui, mu ADAO took a look at the tender and sharp Herba Leonuri, and then looked at the back of master mu, smiling helplessly.

"This motherwort, but my grandfather spent a lot of effort to grow it. Usually, he would not like to let others pick it, let alone pick all these tender tips. If it wasn't for xiaoranran's scrambled eggs, your hands would be useless."

It's true that Jiang Shiran really loves Jiang Shiran. When others pick one or two motherwort plants, they will stare at them. However, they know that they are fried eggs by Jiang Shiran. Let alone starting, they even resist swearing and go straight away.

And just left there and said nothing.

"Is that exaggeration?"

When ah Hui was in the village before, she could see things everywhere. For the first time, she knew that this thing was so rare.

At some time, she will dig up a pile of motherwort in the village for him, and it will still bring soil with roots.

At that time, you don't have to worry about the problem of planting or not. She will change the soil for him at an interval of time.

"It's not exaggeration. It's true. Every time you transplant it from another place, even if you bring the earth ball, you will die. Don't expect to dig the mud here, because once it is put in the soil on our side, it will surely die. "

Muadao could not find out the reason, because he had tried to transplant wild motherwort from other places before, but within a week, he would die.

I don't know whether it's because of the bad environment or the water in their village. Anyway, they can't feed.

This circle of wild motherwort next to Mu's kitchen is the only place in Mujia village where wild motherwort can grow.

Therefore, master Mu is the treasure of the whole Mujia village. No one can move. If something happens to him, the whole village will be paralyzed.

"Well, you can go to other places to pick what you want. Anyway, it's not far from our village. It's only half an hour's drive."

Ah Hui can't think of it. Motherwort can't grow here. It can grow in other places. Why should we cultivate this thing here.

Of course, she was just confused and didn't mean to say it.

"Don't think so much. We cultivate these things not to grow them, but to improve the soil, so that more plants can grow and more varieties of Chinese herbal medicine can be cultivated."

Of course, muadao guessed ah Hui's idea, and it was not the first time that he explained such a thing.

What's more, if you need to use something in a hurry, you have to run so far to get it. Maybe you've already belched your fart.

"All right, all right."

Ah Hui takes a look at master Mu's back. In fact, she can feel his heartache. However, this is for Jiang Shiran to eat. There is no way.

Return to the kitchen and continue to help Jiang Shiran wash dishes.

"Ah Hui, give me that coriander."

Jiang Shiran has finished all the steps, leaving only coriander and scallion sprinkled on it.

Then scramble an egg, and you can cook on the substrate.

"Well, here comes cilantro."

Ah Hui put the cut coriander into the pot, and then turned the dish, and it came out of the pot directly.

Looking at a lot of vegetables, muadao took a mouthful of water.

It's a feast for Manchu and Han people. When Jiang Shiran was at home, he didn't have such a rich dish.

Usually even if Ling Yue and Peng Yixiao are there, they are not so rich.

Sure enough, the treatment of the elders is still different, Manchu and Hanquan.

"Xiaoranran, with so many dishes, you're afraid you want to murder grandfather, don't you?"He always comes back from packing.

Because he usually secretly hides some of his own food the next day. He brings most of them to Mu every time, but it's not enough for him to crack his teeth.

"There are so many people. It's not for him to eat alone."

Jiang Shiran just ignored people. The food here is not enough to eat. If liangqiancheng still eats as much as before, many of them may not be able to eat enough.

What's more, the MOA here is from cattle. It's super edible.

As for mu Jiayu, she couldn't control her food intake, so she did a little more.

Anyway, there are some dishes that can be cold for the next meal, and some are cold dishes, so it doesn't matter at night.

"Is that ready for dinner?"

Mu Jiayu had long smelled the fragrance and came in. After him, Liang Qiancheng was holding Jiang Yixue. He hung Jiang Yi Xue around his neck, holding her in one hand and feeding her with a bottle in the other.

As for his son Jiang Mucheng, he was held by a wet nurse to change his diaper.

"Ready, just take the food out."

Jiang Shiran is short of the last plate of motherwort scrambled eggs, a few minutes can be out of the pot, basically do not need any time.

Other dishes can be eaten as long as they are moved out and set up.

"Well, I'll take it out in a minute."

Mu Jiayu has been waiting for a long time. He was so happy to eat fish just now. He also wanted to have the next chopsticks. But when he saw the look in his eyes, he immediately stopped.

As expected, they are more active in getting food.

A group of people followed Mu Jiayu, helping to carry the food out. The old man mu, who had been wandering outside, did not know when he had already returned to his position. He was sitting there happily with his chopsticks, waiting for the small ones to serve and eat.

"Little ones, serve."