But it is still inevitable to be exhausted.
When it comes to raising children, naturally, it is impossible to be as meticulous as before.
So Qiao Qingqing lectured the second child: "Niannian! Don't bully your brother! - Be good, Sansan, stand up by yourself. Mom is busy cooking and has no time to hold you."
The work at hand does not stop for a moment.
Washing rice and making fire are always very cumbersome.
Even though the child is still young, he can understand good and bad words. At least when he is scolded, Nian Nian knows it.
He pursed his lips, as if to express that he was unhappy, but when he turned around, he saw that his mother didn't even look at him. After thinking for a while, he pursed his lips again.
Anyway, no one is there to comfort me, so I just stop crying.
When she found her brother following her mother, Nian Nian suddenly realized what was going on. She left her brother, who was still crying foolishly and asking for a hug, and walked towards her mother and brother.
The little short legged bird walked with a grunt for a long time. Before it reached its mother, it was attracted by a chick that jumped out from the road. So it turned around and chased the chick. Just as it got close and was about to squat down to catch the chick, the chick was frightened and ran away, and the little guy missed.
On the other side, Sansan cried for a long time but no one paid any attention to him. Only Niu Fugui was eating grass beside him, occasionally leisurely wagging his tail or snorting.
The little kid who felt he was boring cried until he ran out of tears, just thundering without raining. He howled once, stopped, and stared blankly for a while. When he remembered something, he howled again, stopped, and continued to stare blankly.
In the end, there was really no point in screaming anymore. The little guy couldn't even scream out anything, so he stuck his butt out dejectedly and crawled up from the ground by himself.
The rice in the pot was boiling and gradually blossomed into grains of rice under the high temperature. Qiao Qingqing watched closely to prevent the children from getting close while she chopped the washed onions, ginger, meat and vegetables into small pieces.
First sprinkle a handful of minced ginger into the pot, then pour in a bowl of lean minced meat, and pick up a spoon to stir the minced meat evenly.
When the rice is cooked into the shape of cooked rice, sprinkle with shredded vegetables and simmer over low heat.
While the porridge was cooking, Qiao Qingqing checked on her three children one by one to see if they had any injuries while she was away.
Fortunately, every cub is healthy and strong.
Qiao Qingqing started playing games with them again. She lay on her back on the ground with her knees bent, and let the kid sit on the insteps of her feet. She then clamped the kid's armpits with both hands, and exerted force with her hands and feet to send the kid into the air, and then suddenly dropped him down.
In the process of ups and downs, I experienced the fun of "flying an airplane".
For a moment, the room was filled with the baby's giggling laughter and Qiao Qingqing's "fly, fly" sounds of teasing the baby.
When they were tired of playing - usually it was Qiao Qingqing who was tired, because the little ones were often still not satisfied and wanted to pester their mother to continue flying - she would start to serve porridge and feed the little ones.
Anyone who has raised a child knows that feeding a baby is a big undertaking...
In particular, Qiao Qingqing has to feed three babies at one time.
Since it was for little babies, Qiao Qingqing only added a little bit of salt to the vegetable and lean meat porridge to ensure that they could taste it without causing excessive stimulation to their fragile taste buds.
Next, you need to use a large bowl to fill it with porridge.
Basically, as soon as she blew the first mouthful of porridge to cool it down, she looked up and saw the three cubs staring at her eagerly, with expressions as if they couldn't wait to be fed. The scene was similar to the little birds stretching their necks, opening their mouths and crying, waiting for their mother bird to feed them.
Every time at this moment, Qiao Qingqing would be a little flustered...
Because at this time, it is not appropriate for you to feed the first one. If you do not blow the second one down quickly after feeding it, the remaining two will be anxious and want to cry. Then who to feed the second one becomes a problem, after all, there is always someone who has to wait in line...
At this time, Qiao Qingqing always wished she had two more pairs of hands.
Or, get Niu Fugui to help feed the baby...
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