As soon as I drank the hot brown sugar water, my whole body felt warm.

This is the person who cares about herself. Mother Qian left all the things she thought were the most important to herself. From her mother Qian, Qian Chunhua felt the long-lost maternal love.

After Xiao Ling stuffed a piece of firewood into the stove hole, she turned to Qian Chunhua and said, "Mom, we drank it at noon, too. It was very, very delicious."

Qian Chunhua felt warm in her heart. Mother Qian was so kind to her family. She felt relieved to leave the child to her. "Thank you, mother."

Mother Qian: "You are so polite to your mother, kid."

Qian Chunhua washed the dishes and put them back in the cupboard. "I won't be polite to you, Mom. What are we having for dinner?"

Qian's mother continued to boil lard. "We're going to have lard dumpling tonight, stuffed with lard and cabbage. I've already made the dough."

Qian Chunhua rolled up his sleeves and said, "Mom, I'll help you pack it."

Three generations of a family sat around the table, happily making dumplings and chatting.

In just a few days, Xiao Ling became much more cheerful and no longer had the timid and petty attitude she used to have.

The interactions between him and Qian Chunhua were less alienated and more intimate.

Qian Chunhua knew that this child could do a lot of housework, but she never thought that Xiaoling did the housework so well.

Zhao Xiaoling is very good at making dumplings. She makes them quickly and beautifully, like little ingots.

Although Qian Chunhua has the original owner's memories, he is not as good as Xiaoling in making dumplings.

In the end, Qian Chunhua was only responsible for rolling the dough, while Qian's mother and Xiao Ling were responsible for making dumplings.

Taking this opportunity, Qian Chunhua told his mother what he saw in the county town today, and then asked, "Mom, should we also store some food?"

Although there was a lot of food in the space, it couldn't appear out of thin air. Qian Chunhua planned to take this opportunity to take out some food and put it in the Qian family's cellar.

Not only food, but also various vegetables, charcoal, etc.

Qian's mother shook her head in embarrassment. The family didn't have the spare money to store food. However, her daughter's words made her more alert.

If you don’t have money to store food, you can stock up on firewood and other things that don’t cost money and keep them at home.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became a little heavy, no longer the light-hearted and happy conversation just now. Even Xiao Ling noticed her grandmother's worry and stopped joking.

This atmosphere continued until Qian Xingshan came back. Following Qian Xingshan home were Qingsong and Qingfeng, each carrying a bundle of firewood on his back.

Qian Chunhua lifted the firewood on Qingsong's back and found it weighed at least thirty kilograms.

Qingfeng also carried about a pound of firewood.

There is no need to worry about these two children not growing tall in the future. While Qian Chunhua is pleased that Qingsong understands her, she also feels heartbroken for the children. Children who lack a sense of security always want to demonstrate their own value.

Qian Xingshan and Qian Chunhua quickly took the firewood off the two children's backs, took them to wash their hands, and prepared to have dinner.

We had dumplings for dinner, and Qian Chunhua made the dipping sauce herself, including soy sauce, sesame oil, MSG, chili oil, and pepper powder. These were all smuggled out by Qian Chunhua from the space.

Qian Chunhua didn't like eating garlic. Coincidentally, Qian's mother and Qian Xingshan didn't like eating garlic either, so they just stopped peeling garlic.

Except for the three children who were afraid to eat chili peppers, Qian's mother and Qian Xingshan loved the chili oil.

"Sister, this chili oil is so delicious. How did you make it?" Qian Xingshan asked curiously while eating.

Chili peppers are also available in the Fujian and Chao dynasties, but Qian Xingshan has never seen the way they are eaten like Qian Chunhua's.

Qian Chunhua: "It's simple. Grind the chili pepper into powder and pour hot oil into the pot."

This is actually the method of making Sichuan chili oil. Star anise is added to the hot oil, and sesame seeds are sprinkled inside after the chili oil is cooked. With so many seasonings, he must have eaten them all.

Qian's mother was surprised, "No wonder he eats so much, with so much oil, what can't he eat?"

"I'll get you a can in two days. Just keep it and eat it slowly."

Qian Chunhua didn't think that Qian's mother and Qian Xingshan could also eat spicy food. He had a lot of chili peppers in his space and could share some with them.

Qian Xingshan said happily.

Qian's mother did not refuse. She couldn't say anything against the chili oil, which was so delicious.