Chapter 104 The big baby wants to change her name

Dawa was very worried: "Then, can you do it well?"

"Of course it can be cooked," Song Zhaodi said, "but I can't guarantee it's delicious."

Da Wa breathed a sigh of relief: "Cooked food won't hurt your stomach, that's fine." After speaking, he realized that he forgot to ask his brothers, "What do you think?"

"I'm fine." Gengsheng said.

Erwa waved her hand, meaning you don't need to ask him, he doesn't care.

Nodding independently, he patted Sanwa's little head again, "How about you?"

"I, I can feed my father." Sanwa said, "My father loves me."

Song Zhaodi was happy: "If your dad knew what you said, he would not help but beat you."

"If mom doesn't tell me, dad won't know." Sanwa blurted out.

Da Wa smiled wickedly: "Mother doesn't tell, I tell."

Sanwa reached out and scratched him.

Zhong Dawa quickly grabbed his small arm.

The child can't move and kicks when he lifts his foot.

Big baby let him go and ran.

Sanwa snorted and put her hands on her hips: "Don't run."

"Look, I'll give you the patience." Song Zhaodi shook her head and smiled, "Dad, stop playing, hurry up, it will be hot in a while." She suddenly thought of what Sister Duan said to her yesterday, "Be independent and watch. Brothers, don't run to the beach, especially if you can't swim in the water. If the eldest child is disobedient, go to Grandma Liu's house and call your father. "

Big baby: "Mother, the sea is dirty, I never go into the sea."

"I'm afraid that your little friends will push you into the water." Song Zhaodi said, "If people say, daddy, if you don't come down, are you afraid that your mother will beat you and you won't be able to go down?"

Zhong Dawa waved his hand: "The aggressive method is useless to me." Carrying the basket on his back, he waved his small hand, "Brothers, rush with me."

Song Zhaodi grabbed a little dirt and smashed him: "Walk well, don't run, you will overturn all the vegetables."

Zhong Dawa looked back subconsciously, and was greeted with a piece of dirt, dodged like a conditioned reflex, banged, and bumped into Reborn.

Gengsheng staggered and hurried to help them both on their own.

Stabilizing his body, Gengsheng raised his leg and kicked the big baby's butt: "Where are you hitting?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it, I didn't see it." Gengsheng didn't exert any strength, the big baby patted his buttocks and coughed twice, "I won't run this time." He stretched out his hand, "Come on, let's go hand in hand and walk together."

Erwa disliked: "The weather is so hot, who wants to hold hands with you." He looked down at him and strode forward.

The big baby was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him, frightening Erwa if he wanted to be beaten while chasing.

Erwa was very afraid that Dawa would cut him, so she hurriedly looked for independence and rebirth.

Song Zhaodi watched the five children twist into a ball in an instant, and suddenly wanted to run over and slap one of them. However, if she beat the child for this trivial matter, her hands would have to be calloused.

The west side of Zhong's small courtyard is planted with vines, cucumbers, beans, loofah, bitter gourd, fungus and leprosy grapes. To the east are eggplants, tomatoes, cumin, garlic cloves, greens, peppers, and a bit of peas.

August is the harvest season for most fruits and vegetables. Zhong Jianguo pulled the grass in the vegetable field clean. Song Zhaodi pulled the old vegetable seedlings and the grown fruits and vegetables, and there was nothing to do in the vegetable garden. .

When the children went out, Song Zhaodi threw the vegetables into the duck and goose pens and planned to return to the room. When she turned around, she found that Sun Wanru was standing under the porch and looking over here, Song Zhaodi frowned slightly, what was this woman trying to do?

When the Shen family moved in, Song Zhaodi felt that the situation of the Shen family was complicated and did not want to rush too close to the Shen family. Later, she was curious about the ladies who didn't leave the door, and wanted to ask Sun Wanru to give her some pointers, so she came up with a tempting chicken soup. However, Sun Wanru didn't want to befriend her.

Now that someone is teaching Erwa how to draw, Song Zhaodi has stopped thinking about it.

Sun Wanru stared at her, and Song Zhaodi simply pretended not to see it, to save her from being self-righteous and affectionate.

When she found Zhou Shufen's cloth in the house, Song Zhaodi began to help her make underwear. However, as soon as the scissors went down, Sun Wanru's expressionless face appeared in his mind.

Song Zhaodi was suddenly in no mood to do anything. Don't do something? Song Zhaodi couldn't help but guess what Sun Wanru wanted to do, so she simply turned out the scorpion.

It was sweltering in the kitchen, so Song Zhaodi moved the stove and chopping board to the living room, and then started mixing noodles.

The spring pancakes are made with dead noodles, warm water and noodles, and the noodles can be woken up for a while. But when the noodles were awake, Song Zhaodi did not start pancakes, but rolled them out first.

Song Zhaodi rolled out the fifth cake, and the five children came back.

When Dawa saw four large pancakes on the chopping board, he opened his mouth and said, "Make scallion pancakes?"

"Pancakes." Song Zhaodi said, "It's just waiting for you. Stand on your own, take the pot off the stove, and put the pan on it. Let's start now."

Surprised: "So early?"

"It's getting late." Song Zhaodi said, "The cakes I made are not big, and your dad can eat five or six. You five have thirteen or four. Counting me, there are about thirty cakes, one cake. three minutes"

Zili replied, "It's already noon when the cake is ready."

"Yeah." Song Zhaodi said, "I didn't lie to you before, I really didn't do it. Dad, when you are making pancakes, try it a little bit. If you think it's not cooked, bake it for a while."

The big baby smiled: "Mother, you said you can do it yourself, how can I do it now?"

"You roll the dough?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Da Wa turned to self-reliance, and didn't speak, just stared at him.

Self-reliance sighed: "I'll help you roll."

"Just waiting for your words." Zhong Dawa said, ran out to wash her hands, and when she came back, she took the small rolling pin from Song Zhaodi's hand.

At about twelve o'clock, when Zhong Jianguo returned home, he found two plates of noodle cakes on the dining table. He subconsciously looked for Song Zhaodi. Seeing that she was not there, he quickly tasted it and found that there was no salt or oil. He frowned and went to the kitchen to find someone.

As expected by Zhong Jianguo, all six of the mothers were in the kitchen, all sweating profusely. Zhong Jianguo was even more curious: "What are you all doing here?"

"Fried vegetables." Song Zhaodi said, "Cooked cucumbers, braised eggplants, stir-fried green peppers, and a tomato scrambled egg."

Zhong Jianguo reminded: "They ate eggs in the morning."

"It's not that I eat three or five eggs every day. It doesn't matter once in a while." Song Zhaodi said, "I haven't finished the porridge cooked in the morning. When it's hot, you can take it out. I'm almost ready here."

Zhong Jianguo came out with the porridge, followed by his five sons, the one who served the vegetables and the one who took the chopsticks. Seeing this scene, Zhong Jianguo went out to wash his face and hands.

When Zhong Jianguo came back, he looked for steamed buns, but found that there was no sign at all: "Aren't the steamed buns hot?"

"Let's eat pancakes today." Song Zhaodi took a pancake, sandwiched some green peppers and eggplants, rolled it up and handed it to Zhong Jianguo, "Just roll it up like this and eat it."

Seeing this, Zhong Jianguo said, "Isn't this just water-roasted steamed cabbage? I thought you were going to eat it."

"Almost." Song Zhaodi said, "However, this one is made with scallops. The water-roasted buns are steamed on a drawer."

Big Baby Cabbage's hand paused: "Mother, let's make that water-roasted bun tomorrow."

"That? No." Song Zhaodi shook her head, "your dad has to eat ten of them himself. With so many people in our family, how much is enough to eat? And it's still so hot."

Dawa's eyes rolled: "Do it again in winter?"

"Also." Song Zhaodi thought it was troublesome, but when she wanted to cook meat for her children, she had to count the time, so she agreed, "You guys are obedient, I will kill the two oldest hens when the Mid-Autumn Festival comes. Let's make this cake-"

Erwa hurriedly asked, "Do you want to roll chicken?"

"That's right." Song Zhaodi said, "Erwa, what did the grandpa who taught you to draw tell you when we came back?"

Erwa: "Practice painting every day, and then send it to him."

"It's really good." Song Zhaodi said, "Listen to Grandpa's words, I will kill all the big roosters in our family during the Chinese New Year so that you can eat enough at a time."

Zhong Jianguo: "And then I didn't have to eat for half a year."

"Don't talk." Song Zhaodi glared at him.

Zhong Jianguo stretched out a finger: "The last sentence. The hens in our family are getting older, and the stewed chicken soup has a strong taste. If the children next door are made to cry again, have you figured out how to deal with it?"

"I'm stewing chicken soup in the kitchen. If her child is still clamoring to eat it, it has nothing to do with me." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't treat my son harshly just because I have to take care of her child."

Dawa looked at Zhong Jianguo, then turned to Song Zhaodi: "The one you said is Aunt Shen?"

"It's her." Song Zhaodi said to Zhong Jianguo, "Shen Xuancheng is your comrade-in-arms. If he comes here, be polite to me, and I won't embarrass the old lady. If Sun Wanru comes over, I'll say the chicken and chicken soup at home. They were all eaten by children."

Zhong Jianguo: "Sun Wanru won't come here."

"How do you know her so well?" Song Zhaodi stared at him, not missing any expression on his face, "Did she talk to you while I was away?"

Zhong Jianguo poked her in the head: "What are you pretending here? She doesn't associate with your women, what can I say to me?"

"Then how do I know, I'm not you." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo gritted his teeth: "Do you want to quarrel?"

"Wait." Dawa said, "You pause first, and when we have finished eating, you can argue again."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "Zhong Qiang!"

"Dad, don't call me by my name." Dawa frowned, "As soon as I heard you call me strong, my scalp tingled."

Erwa glanced at him: "I heard the teacher call me Zhong Kangsheng, and I still get goosebumps." Turning to Song Zhaodi, she said, "Mother, please stop arguing first, help me change my name first."

"I also want to change my name." Sanwa said, "I don't want to call Zhong Xiangnan."

Da Wa glared at him: "Shut up. You are everywhere."

"No." Sanwachong made a face, "Mother, Zhong Xiangnan doesn't sound good."

Song Zhaodi: "That's Zhong Nanfeng? The eldest child is called Zhong Dongfeng, the second child is called Xifeng, the self-reliant is called Beifeng, and the reborn is called Hongzhong. When people hear it, they know that you are brothers, how?"