Xiaoguo watched Sister Yang leave and then led Zhuangzhuang back home. The sun was about to set, and the two of them moved the clothes, quilts and furniture that had been dried today into the house. Zhuangzhuang put the last chair away and said to Xiaoguo, "Mom, our house is so clean."

Zhuangzhuang just saw it, he went out as soon as he woke up and didn't have time to look around. Now he saw that there was no dust on the floor of the house, and no cobwebs on the walls. Xiaoguo was also very satisfied with the result of the cleaning, thanks to the fact that the Jiang family built a brick house and the floor was also made of bricks, not soil like other families, which saved Xiaoguo a lot of trouble.

Zhuangzhuang jumped around with his eyes wide open, as if he was looking at the place where he lived for the first time. Xiaoguo stopped Zhuangzhuang and asked him what he wanted to eat in the evening. Zhuangzhuang thought for a long time and said tentatively, "I want to eat rice." It has been a long time since he had eaten rice, the kind of fragrant and hot rice. Then Zhuangzhuang remembered that he had no rice at home, so he changed his words and said, "I want to drink vegetable soup."

Xiaoguo was just about to say that he wanted to eat rice, but Zhuangzhuang changed his mind and asked for vegetable porridge. At first Xiaoguo didn't understand why, but then he thought about it and realized why. The family was still in a state of having nothing to eat and had to go out to find food.

Xiaoguo squatted down and looked at this pitiful child. He was only three years old, but he was so sensible. "Zhuangzhuang, I heard from mother that our family has no shortage of food at the moment. I will let you have meat every meal. I saved a lot of things some time ago, and now I have planted crops in the fields, so our family has no shortage of food."

Zhuangzhuang nodded ignorantly. He had been drinking vegetable soup for some time and didn't understand why his mother said that they had enough food. But she was his mother, the person who loved him the most in the world, so he had to listen to her no matter what.

Zhuangzhuang showed his mother a big smile and said, "I want to eat rice, mother."

Xiao Guo patted his chubby little face and said, "Then let's eat rice!"

After arriving at the kitchen, Zhuangzhuang was still sitting on the small stool and making a fire, while Xiaoguo secretly avoided Zhuangzhuang and slipped into the space, took out a bag of rice, and took out a rib, sugar and a few potatoes from the refrigerator. Thinking that there should be vermicelli, Xiaoguo returned and opened the cupboard, and sure enough, he found a handful of vermicelli inside. This was what a superpower brought back when he went out to look for supplies. Xiaoguo looked around and saw that there was nothing left to take, so he left the space.

As soon as he came out, he heard Zhuangzhuang calling him from the kitchen. Xiaoguo put his things at the door and walked in. Zhuangzhuang saw Xiaoguo coming in and asked in confusion, "Mom, where have you been? I just called you several times."

Xiao Guo smiled and perfunctorily replied, "My mom just went to the toilet. What's the matter?"

"I lit the fire."

Xiao Guo thought of some reason to get Zhuang Zhuang out first, and took the opportunity to bring the things at the door in. It happened that the firewood was out, so the firewood at home was placed by the door. "Zhuang Zhuang, there is no firewood, go get some."

Zhuangzhuang grunted and ran out. Xiaoguo took the opportunity to bring things from the door in, quickly poured the rice into the rice jar, and then threw the packaging bag into the stove to burn. At this time, Zhuangzhuang also came back. The little man staggered with a bundle of firewood that was taller than himself. Xiaoguo was startled and quickly took it. He looked at Zhuangzhuang in surprise and thought, who does this kid take his fierceness from?

Xiaoguo added water to the pot, then turned around and picked up the ribs and put them on the board. Zhuangzhuang ran over and lay on the table, curiously asking his mother, "Mom, what is this?"

"This is the rib of the pig," she said, afraid that the child didn't know what the rib was, so she stretched out her hand to indicate the location of the rib. "It's also called spareribs. The meat here is especially fragrant. Mom will make you a dish of potatoes and spareribs stew later."