When I returned to Qian's house, the three people who went to school had not returned yet.

Qian's mother was cooking, and Qingfeng obediently helped his grandmother to light the fire.

"Mom." Qian Chunhua called for help as he walked into the kitchen.

This is the case with all houses in the countryside. As long as there is someone at home, the gate will be wide open.

Mother Qian looked up and saw Qian Chunhua, and said with a smile, "You should have come earlier. The yam you cooked is delicious. Unfortunately, I have already cooked it today."

Qian Chunhua leaned over to look into the pot and saw a pot of large vegetables that were fried until soft, and half of the pot was visible as water.

This is not stir-fried glutinous rice, it is actually boiled glutinous rice. It would be strange if it tasted good.

Qian Chunhua smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll do it next time."

Qian Chunhua washed his hands, helped Qian's mother wash the dishes, and then brought them into the main room.

Just as Qian's mother served the dishes, the three people who were going to school came back.

Rice, boiled radish, and boiled radish. Even though it was a simple meal, everyone was full.

After putting down his bowl and chopsticks, Qian Xingshan said, "I actually feel that rice doesn't taste good anymore."

Just as he finished speaking, he was hit on the head. Qian's mother said, "Look at you, you even dislike rice. If you have to eat black porridge every meal, won't you cry?"

Qian Xingshan shook his head repeatedly, "Mom, mom, don't be angry, don't be angry, am I such a person who doesn't know good from bad? How could I not understand my family's situation?

The rice and meat we have these days are all thanks to my sister and Qingsong. I was just saying that just now. That’s all.”

Qian Xingshan admitted his mistake quickly and with a good attitude, so Qian's mother soon calmed down.

Qian's mother was afraid that Qian Xingshan had changed and would take his sister's contribution to the family for granted. Once she contributed less or nothing, he would resent her.

Qian Chunhua didn't know what her mother was thinking. She actually felt that the cooked rice and vegetables were not tasty, and she felt empty in her stomach after eating them.

There is still too little oil and water. There is so much meat in the space, but there is no suitable reason to take it out. It is more convenient to cook at home.

"Chunhua, have you got everything in order?" asked Qian's mother.

Qian Chunhua nodded, "It's almost done. I'll go back this afternoon to try out the stove and the kang. Mom, we won't be coming over for dinner starting tonight."

Qian's mother was a little reluctant to let her daughter leave, but she had eaten so well these past few days, all thanks to her daughter. If she kept her daughter, she would be worried that she would continue to move in more and more.

"Okay, you must come to our house more often in the future." Mother Qian was reluctant to leave.

Qian Chunhua smiled, "Don't worry, Mom, I will definitely come home often."

Qian's mother patted Qian Xingshan and said, "Hey, take out about 20 kilograms of rice and noodles from the cellar, and take out a basket of potatoes and vegetables each."

After saying that, Qian's mother looked at her daughter and said, "Chunhua, you don't have a cellar, so leave the food with me. Don't worry, if you run out of food, ask your brother to bring you more."

Qian Chunhua quickly grabbed his brother who was about to leave, "Xingshan, don't leave yet."

Qian Chunhua looked at his mother and told her his intention, "Mom, I prepared the rice and noodles for you. I was afraid you wouldn't accept them, so I made an excuse to temporarily store them in the cellar."

After a pause, Qian Chunhua continued, "Mom, I still have some rice and flour. Xingshan is going to school now, and it takes a lot of brain power. He needs to eat better. It's not good to eat black flour every day."

Whenever her son is mentioned, Qian's mother is helpless because her son is her weak spot.

Qian's mother also knew that studying requires a lot of brainpower, but she felt guilty about her daughter's good intentions.

Qian Xingshan looked at Qian Chunhua gratefully, "Sister, don't worry, I will study hard and take care of you in your old age."

Zhao Qingsong listened to the adults chatting. The first half was fine, but when he heard Qian Xingshan say that he would take care of his mother in her old age, he became dissatisfied, "Uncle, we have our mother, how can it be your turn to take care of her in her old age?"

Even Qian's mother slapped Qian Xingshan on the back and said, "You are so stupid. You just keep telling lies. Your sister treats you well, so you should treat her well in the future."