The Leisurely Life Of Farming And Raising Cubs After Rebirth [MTL]

Chapter 271-275

Chapter 271: Fooling the Treasure

Song Zhizhi sat down for a while and didn't see the rest of the Ji family, so she asked Qin Qingmu, "Is your parents-in-law not at home?"

Qin Qingmu nodded, "They went back to their hometown."

Ji Chen went to the college to teach. Her mother-in-law returned to the countryside, and she was the only one in the family. Fortunately, there was nothing to do. She just needed to cook for herself and rested her fetus at ease.

Only Ji Chen's room in the Ji family lives in the town, and it is normal for the elderly to return to the countryside occasionally. Hearing Qin Qingmu's words, Song Zhizhi didn't ask much.

After sitting for half an hour, Qin Nanshan came back to pick up Song Zhizhi and Dabao.

Song Zhizhi stood up and pointed to the basket of eggs. "This egg should be eaten quickly while it is fresh. Let's go back. If you need anything, just ask someone to go to Qinjia Village to hand us a letter."

Qin Qingmu still wanted to keep them for dinner. Song Zhizhi waved his hand, "There is still work at home. Go back to the house and rest."

Dabao also waved his hand, "Goodbye, aunt."

Qin Qingmu stuffed a handful of candy for Dabao, "Dabao, come to my aunt's house next time."

Dabao nodded with a smile, "Okay."

The family drove the cattle cart back to Qinjia Village.

When she arrived at home, Qin Nanshan was busy working. Song Zhizhi went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. During the day, she roasted a chicken and dumplings were enough for their family to eat.

They usually eat dumplings. Today, Song Zhizhi plans to make steamed dumplings and fried dumplings.

Dabao likes dumplings best. At this moment, there are two ways to eat them, and he is very happy.

"Mom, why didn't you make so many kinds of dumplings before?"

Song Zhizhi couldn't say that she was lazy, so she said, "Because you were still young before, my mother had to look at you when cooking. How can she have time to do other tricks?"

Dabao thought about it, it's true.

Song Zhizhi first made the fried dumplings, then took out the steamer and began to steam the dumplings.

Because he didn't cook other dishes, Song Zhizhi cut a big watermelon to get tired of it.

Dabao asked curiously, "Mom, where did the watermelon come from?"

Song Zhizhi fooled the child into blinking his eyes. "Your father bought it in town and put it on the ox cart just now. Don't you see it?"

Dabao shook his head, "I didn't see it."

The sweet fragrance of watermelon drilled into Dabao's nose. He couldn't help saying, "Mom, can I eat one first?"

Song Zhizhi brought him a small piece, "Eat less, or you won't eat dumplings in a while."

Dabao nodded, took the watermelon, and then sat obediently on the stool beside him and began to chew the watermelon.

When Qin Nanshan finished his work and washed his hands, the dumplings were steamed.

Song Zhizhi brought dumplings, roast chicken and watermelon on the table. Thinking of apple cider vinegar in the space, Song Zhizhi went out of the kitchen.

Dabao leaned his head and glanced out, "Dad, what are you doing out?"

Qin Nanshan glanced at him and said, "Eat your meal well."