Several of the vegetables at Fu Chuntang's place are not selling well either.

Chili peppers, oh chili peppers, you'd better live up to expectations.

Thinking about it, Su Jiaoniang walked towards the kitchen. Being a mother who raises children is really not easy. Half of her time is spent in the kitchen every day.

They prepare a variety of dishes, fearing that their children won't get enough nutrition.

Walking into the kitchen, I saw soft persimmons inside. I washed one, peeled off the skin, and red liquid flowed out. I lowered my head and took a sip, the icy sensation going straight down my throat.

tasty!

It's sweet.

Staring at the persimmons in the basket, Su Jiaoniang really wanted to eat dried persimmons.

The method of making persimmon cakes is very simple. There are too many food bloggers in later generations, and there are also many short videos of making persimmon cakes. As a public servant, it has become a daily routine to browse them in your spare time.

The persimmons aren't ripe yet. She'll wait a few days and then take her family to the mountain to pick them.

It's so nice to have mountains to back us up!

Su Jiaoniang sighed again.

Fu Tu came out of his small room and saw Su Jiao Niang eating persimmons with her eyes half-closed.

My mother is so beautiful, with her eyebrows and eyes curved, and she smiles gently when she eats... If he were to marry, he would want to find someone like her.

Futu washed his face, took a boar bristle toothbrush to clean his teeth, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"Mother, let me light the fire for you!"

"Have a persimmon first!" Su Jiaoniang handed Futu a large persimmon.

Fu Tu was taken aback, then squinted and pleaded. After fighting Mr. Gu with his mother yesterday, he felt even closer to his mother.

Is it just that my mother knows martial arts?

A look of doubt flashed in Lu Futu's eyes.