An'er was satisfied, and said to her mother, "Mother eats too!"

"Is this child too filial?" Hui Hui couldn't help but said, "He likes eating so much, and he only has so little, so he doesn't protect his food."

Shaoyin also felt that the child was very pure and kind.

Thinking that in the plot, he was dragged into the river by his mother. At a young age, he probably didn't even understand what "death" was, so he lost his life and suddenly lost his mood.

"I don't eat." She said directly.

An'er puzzled: "Why?"

"I'll give you something to eat." Shaoyin said, "I've fed you enough, I'm happy to feed you, and I'll come back to touch more mussels tomorrow."

An'er blinked her eyes, gradually understood, and nodded happily: "Okay! Touch a lot! Make a big bowl!"

"Very good, this is what you said." Shaoyin said, "I will eat half a bowl then."

"Okay." An'er nodded obediently and pushed the small bowl towards her, "Mother eat."

"I don't eat it, I think it's too little." Shaoyin pushed back, "I'll make more tomorrow, and I'll eat it later."

An'er understood, no longer let her eat, and said obediently: "I will touch a lot tomorrow."

After speaking, scooped a spoonful of shredded pork and celery and put it into mouth. It was so beautiful to eat that the little feet under the table were stomping and stepping.

Shaoyin soaked the wotou in winter melon soup, ate half of it, then looked over and said, "You asked me before why you have to beat it before eating it. Do you know now?"

An'er thought about it and shook her head.

"Didn't you find some shredded pork chewy and some chewy?"

An'er's eyes suddenly widened!

"The chewy ones are beaten, and the chewy ones are not beaten." Shaoyin said.

An'er immediately held the small bowl and looked at the remaining shredded pork. The roots are thin, stained with sauce, curled up at the bottom of the bowl, and there is no difference. Next, he ate them one by one, and it was obvious that there was a difference.

"It's delicious without being beaten." The last one was chewy, and he was reluctant to swallow it, chewing and chewing in his mouth.

Shaoyin smiled.

"Then don't beat it next time."

This is greedy meat, want to touch it for a while. In the future, he will no longer be greedy for meat, and he will definitely like to eat pounded ones, which are soft and tender, and taste better.

Gu Tingyuan stared blankly at this scene, his mind was in chaos, he couldn't believe that the person who teased his son was his wife. Although her tone was lazy, she was indeed teasing her son.

Moreover, eating a mussel meat, one was beaten, and the other was not beaten, just to let my son eat the difference.

He didn't think it was his wife being lazy. If she was being lazy, she wouldn't beat a single one.

Chewing the woto mechanically, Gu Tingyuan felt complicated and flustered in his heart. He didn't understand the reason for his wife's sudden change. Thinking of the day's events, he was worried that she was holding back other thoughts, and seeing her abnormal appearance, he must be holding back. big.

A meal without taste.

After the meal, Gu Tingyuan went to wash the pot and dishes, and boiled hot water to wipe the family.

The weather is hot, the body is prone to sweating, and it is sticky and uncomfortable. Wipe it, it's refreshing and easy to fall asleep.

Shaoyin strolled on the path outside the yard.

An'er followed behind her, muttering, "I'll move a basin tomorrow. I dug up the mussels and put them in the basin, so I don't have to run again."

"Um."

"Mother, when will the snails be eaten?"

"Three days later."

"Mother, snail or mussel, which one is delicious?"

"You'll know when you eat it."

When the evening wind blows, the leaves are slammed, and the sound of cicadas fills the surrounding mountains and forests, with a unique movement in summer.

Shaoyin suddenly remembered something: "Jin Chan is delicious too."

Why did you forget, you can touch the golden cicada and fry it?

An'er blinked, looked up at her and said, "What is Jin Chan?"

"It's getting dark now, so it's hard to catch. I'll take you to catch it tomorrow, and you'll know when you see it." Shaoyin said.

An'er nodded: "Okay." The big eyes flashed brightly in the dark, and the little face was full of anticipation.

The girls were strolling outside, and Gu Tingyuan boiled the water and came out to find someone.

"The water is boiled," he said, holding his son in his hands, "Go back?"

Shaoyin knew that he was going to take his son back to memorize poems and count, so he nodded: "Go back."

The family wiped their bodies apart and entered the main room together. The weather was hot, but Gu Tingyuan did not close the door. He lit the oil lamp and sat at the table with his son. He took a test of what he had taught before, and then taught him to memorize a new poem.

After reciting the poem, he began to teach him to count again.

He picked a handful of plant seeds from nowhere. They were small dark-brown beads, a little bigger than soybean grains. They smelled faintly fragrant.

Using this handful of beads, he taught An'er to count from one to ten, and then taught him addition and subtraction within ten.

He taught patiently and did not rush for success. His son would learn it as soon as he learned it, and continue teaching tomorrow if he couldn't. However, if he is good at teaching, he will tell a little story as a reward to end today's study.

The short story is not new, but for a three-year-old child, it is still very attractive. For example, the little rabbit went out to pick fruit and encountered a trap, but was rescued by the deer, so he went home happily.

He told stories like chicken thieves, Shaoyin was lying on the bed, listening to him tell the story of changing the soup but not the medicine: "The little deer went out to fetch water, and one foot got stuck in the pit, and happened to meet the little rabbit he rescued yesterday. With the help of the little rabbit, the little deer escaped smoothly and went home happily after hitting the water."

An'er likes to hear it very much. In his opinion, this is obviously a new story! Not the same as yesterday! He felt that his father was at ease!

It is precisely in order to hear interesting stories every day, what Gu Tingyuan taught him, he studied very carefully.

After the story was told, An Er was satisfied, yawned, and walked over to the bed.