Xiaoguo took three whole intestines off the rope and decided not to make sausages out of them. Instead, she would cook them herself, put them in the refrigerator, and eat them as usual.

Xiaoguo turned around and took it back to the kitchen. Zhuangzhuang was putting the pony he had just stepped on back to its place and was about to go out to see Xiaoguo drying the sausage.

"Mom, how did you bring it in?"

Zhuangzhuang looked curious, so Xiaoguo and Zhuangzhuang explained, "Mom cooked this and ate it. There's some hanging outside, so we divided it into two portions."

Zhuangzhuang nodded to show that he understood.

"Come on, light the fire!"

Put the intestines into the pot, add water, and keep the fire low.

Zhuangzhuang took out more than half of the bundle of firewood he had just put in, and asked, "Mom, why do you want to use a small fire?"

"Because you can't let the water boil. If it boils, the casing will burst and the meat inside will also burst out."

Xiao Guo explained to Zhuang Zhuang, holding the chopsticks in his hand and turning them slightly to prevent them from sticking to the pot, "Always cook over low heat for half an hour."

Zhuangzhuang nodded, and after the firewood was lit, Xiaoguo took Zhuangzhuang to sit in front of the stove.

She thought it was better to watch over it. It was not an electric cooker, so the fire and temperature were difficult to control. By watching here, she could also watch the fire to make sure the food did not become a pot of meat porridge if the fire was too high, or not be cooked if the fire was too low.

The mother and son were sitting there with nothing to do. As they were talking, a swallow suddenly landed on the eaves, and Zhuangzhuang suddenly remembered something.

"Mom, let me sing a song for you. Brother Xiaohu taught me this song!"

Xiao Guo thought it was great and said, "Let's sing!"

Xiaoguo smiled happily and was very much looking forward to it. She could also hear the magnificent singing voice, which was a really great feeling.

“Ahem.”

Zhuangzhuang cleared his throat: "Little swallow, chirp, chirp," he whispered to the owner of the house, "I won't eat your millet, I won't eat your millet, I'll have a nest of children under your eaves."

"How is mom?" Zhuangzhuang looked at Xiaoguo expectantly, wanting to hear her encouragement.

"Um?"

Xiaoguo pursed her lips and rubbed her stiff face. How could she answer this?

She had clearly heard Xiaohu sing this nursery rhyme before, but it didn't seem right.

As soon as Zhuangzhuang opened his mouth, Xiaoguo was so shocked that his jaw dropped. It must be Zhuangzhuang who made him kneel down. How could he not sing a single note out of tune?

"Mom?" Zhuangzhuang couldn't help but urge Xiaoguo.

"Well, the singing is quite creative, and the innovation is good!"

You sang well, but I'd better not sing it next time.

Xiao Guo still didn't say the latter part of the sentence. For the sake of his strong self-esteem and confidence, he absolutely couldn't say that his singing was bad!

He ignored me just because of a pink dress. If I laugh at his singing pitch again, what will happen?

For the sake of the mother-son relationship, Xiaoguo decided to play the melody with her eyes closed. Her son is so cute, so a little imperfection in pitch is just a small problem!

Zhuangzhuang was very happy after hearing Xiaoguo's praises and he even sang a song for Xiaoguo.

"Mom, I'll sing another one!"

Zhuangzhuang was about to stand up to sing this time, and Xiaoguo felt like he was about to use his ultimate move, so for the sake of motherly love and filial piety, she decided to interrupt him.

"Hey, Zhuangzhuang is out of heat."

Xiaoguo didn't even look at Zhuangzhuang who was posing on the side. He quickly stood up, squatted with his back to him, picked up a wooden stick and added firewood.

Xiaoguo added more firewood while feeling lucky that the fire was out, otherwise there would be no reason to interrupt Zhuangzhuang.

Zhuangzhuang's attention was attracted by Xiaoguo, and he forgot about singing.

Seeing that he didn't mention singing anymore, Xiaoguo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If they did it again, Xiaoguo couldn't guarantee that she could hold back.

After adding firewood, Xiaoguo took Zhuangzhuang to open the lid of the pot to see what was inside.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, a wave of hot steam came out. Xiaoguo's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself, "Oh no, it might have boiled over!"

When the fog cleared, the real situation inside was revealed. It was very good. The water inside was boiling but not boiling. It was a perfect situation.

Xiaoguo picked up the chopsticks again and turned the intestines slightly. After turning each intestine over, Xiaoguo put down the chopsticks and took off the lid of the pot. It was fine to maintain this state. If she covered the pot again, Xiaoguo was really afraid that the heat would increase and the water would boil.

Fortunately, Zhuangzhuang was so busy that his intestines were cooked and he didn’t even think about singing for Xiaoguo.

As expected, An An is still as cute and handsome as ever when he speaks quietly!

At lunch, Xiaoguo fried three original sausages and one spicy sausage, and put the rest in the refrigerator.

Fortunately, although Zhuangzhuang is very sensitive, he is more nervous in the kitchen and never asks Xiaoguo where something is put, so Xiaoguo feels more at ease when putting the sausage directly in the space.

Because Zhuangzhuang was too young to eat spicy food, Xiaoguo ate one spicy sausage, and Zhuangzhuang ate the other three original flavor sausages.

During the period, Zhuangzhuang was curious about how spicy the spicy food was. Even though he smelled the chili and sneezed, he was still curious, just like we want to see how wild the wild gourd is.

In order to satisfy his curiosity, Xiaoguo broke off a piece as big as his little fingernail and let him taste it.

Zhuangzhuang smacked his lips and ate it curiously. When it first entered his stomach, there was not much, but suddenly the taste came up. He stuck out his tongue with a hissing sound and drank a few big mouthfuls of porridge before the spicy taste was suppressed.

Until now, he has never mentioned that he wants to eat spicy food.

A few days later, Xiaoguo got up in the morning and thought that the sausage had been hanging outside for more than a week. He had not paid much attention to it during this period and didn't know what had happened to it.

Thinking this, I walked towards there.

Compared to when it was just made, the color has become much darker and the surface has become dry.

It looks good. Xiaoguo raised his hand and pinched it. It was still a little soft inside. It should be left to dry for a few more days. It is not quite up to standard now.

Xiaoguo had originally thought that if the sausage was ready at noon, she would make a clay pot rice for Zhuangzhuang, but it seems we have to wait a few days.

Zhuangzhuang also ran out at this time, and kept asking Xiaoguo what happened.

He was still thinking about what Xiaoguo mentioned, the clay pot rice.

In fact, when I first heard the name, I was shocked! What? Claypot rice? Claypot?!

Are you going to cook yourself?

Zhuangzhuang looked at Xiaoguo pitifully. Xiaoguo didn't understand at first, but after finding out the reason, he laughed so hard that he could hardly get up.

What is this silly child thinking? Hahaha!

Under Zhuangzhuang's resentful and accusing eyes, Xiaoguo reluctantly suppressed his laughter and explained to Zhuangzhuang what clay pot rice was.

After hearing this, Zhuangzhuang suddenly realized that this was the reason, and it was not meant to be cooked for children.

Xiao Guo suddenly had the idea of ​​playing a prank, his face changed, and he said in a low and mean voice, "I don't know if the meat of Zhuangzhuang is delicious or not."

Zhuangzhuang couldn't help but shudder when he heard Xiaoguo's tone, and then he realized that he was being teased, so he also imitated Xiaoguo's tone and spoke.

"Zhuangzhuang's meat is not delicious ~ my mother's meat is delicious ~"

When Xiao Guo heard this, she almost slapped his little butt. How could this child push her out? She snorted and continued to ask, "Why~"

"Because my mother is a girl~Girls have tender flesh~"

Hey! This kid!

Xiaoguo was both amused and angry. Who taught him to say that girls have tender flesh?

When Xiaoguo asked, Zhuangzhuang was very honest and turned around to tell Xiaohu everything. He also said that Xiaohu's brother said that little girls' skin is tender.

Xiaoguo helplessly supported his forehead. Xiaohu was a few years older than Zhuangzhuang, but he was only a five-year-old child after all. How could he know so much and even know that little girls were tender?

No matter how precocious the children were in ancient times, they wouldn't know this much at such a young age...