"No, no, sister, why are you so polite? I have a melon here, cooled with water. I'll open it right away..." Wang Dahua said, and hurriedly took the kitchen knife, without giving Cheng Zhenzhu time to say a word.
Then everyone ate the watermelon, cooled with well water. The six children politely thanked them and lined up, each taking a piece. The children, afraid of spilling watermelon juice on their clothes, lowered their heads and sat in a long, neat row.
"The kids are so polite, they're all good kids." Wang Dahua couldn't help but praise them. She had to say one more thing: this older sister really knows how to raise kids.
"We are our mother's good children." Liu Tiao continued.
"It's my baby~" Qi Tiao gradually integrated into Wu Ju Ban and was already able to speak first.
"Good boy~" Bajio thought he was the best because he could wash his own clothes. This was something none of his brothers could do. I heard that Liujio used to wash clothes too, but now he was the only one who did it.
"It's Sweetie." His three eyes shone like black crystal. His mother called him like this once, saying that he was the sweetest.
"It's the lines on the tip of the heart." Er Tiao emphasized.
"Be a little man, protect your mother!" Ichijo didn't want to do something so corny, although he liked his mother calling him a good boy...
Oh, these sweethearts of hers, sweet candies and five-sentence songs. Cheng Zhenzhu felt so happy when she heard the tender and firm voices of the girls.
Sun Xiaode laughed out loud after hearing this. These cops are really interesting.
Everyone was friendly and respectful to each other, full of energy. It was lively and interesting to watch. Sun Xiaode thought about it and took a piece of melon to eat. He didn't notice the baby in his arms reaching out and scratching...
After eating the melons, they sat for a while and had lunch. Then Cheng Zhenzhu took the children back to their room. She gave the two melons she had bought to Aunt Wang and asked her to cool them with well water for dinner.
"Fan yourselves..." It was midday, the sun was at its hottest. Cheng Zhenzhu opened the door and within a few minutes brought the children a bowl of ice-cold mung bean soup.
The mung bean soup relieved both fever and thirst, and the children drank it and fell asleep one after another. Cheng Zhenzhu went to swim in the system. She was thinking about whether to go visit the old man in the afternoon, but she still felt a little guilty about wanting his grandson...
"Knock, knock, knock~" Cheng Zhenzhu woke up from her afternoon nap. She was playing checkers with a few friends when she heard a knock on the door. Then she heard a low voice of "Big sister"
"Aunt Wang, what's wrong?" Cheng Zhenzhu went over and opened the door.
"Big sister, I hope I didn't disturb your sleep?" Wang Dahua rubbed her hands outside the door, looking a little embarrassed.
"No, we have been awake for a long time. Is there something wrong, Aunt Wang?" Cheng Zhenzhu asked knowingly.
"Big sister, it's like this. The baby's rice oil is almost finished. Can you teach me now? I'll make some for the baby later..." Wang Dahua didn't ask the big sister in front of her when she would leave, but she thought it would only take a day or two, so she thought it would be better to learn how to make rice oil as soon as possible.
"Okay." Cheng Zhenzhu nodded and went to tell the kids playing checkers. After hearing this, the kids decided to go down together and put their checkers boards in their pockets.
"Big sister, look, I have prepared all the millet, just like yesterday." Wang Dahua started from the root and strictly followed the standards of this morning.
"Okay, anything a little rougher is fine." Cheng Zhenzhu nodded and went to the kitchen to set up the pot.
Wang Dahua followed suit, setting up the pot. She washed the millet, adding the appropriate amount of rice and water, bringing it to a boil, skimming off the foam, uncovering it, and simmering it over low heat. Wang Dahua followed every step closely, afraid to miss any detail.
Finally, seeing that the rice oil was no different from the original, after it cooled a little, she immediately gave it to the baby to try. "My dear, try the rice oil made by Grandma Wang. I learned how to make it from Aunt Zhenzhu. It tastes so good..." Wang Dahua kept muttering as she fed the baby, while Sun Xiaode looked on expectantly.
"Puff~"
Seeing that the doll was about to be swallowed, Wang Dahua and Sun Xiaode's faces lit up with joy, but the next second, they vomited everything out.
"Give it another bite and try." Sun Xiaode said. When his sister-in-law made it before, Xiaonian had to eat several bites before he could taste it.
"Puff puff~" Seeing that he was still being fed, the three-month-old baby became unhappy, and his little face wrinkled, expressing his unhappiness.
"Is he still full?" Otherwise, it doesn't make sense. Wang Dahua muttered, and then saw the rice oil in Cheng Zhenzhu's hand.
This time, the baby ate it. Not only did he eat it, he also ate it with gusto.
What's going on? Sun Xiaode and Wang Dahua exchanged a glance. Wang Dahua's eyes widened. "I just followed the elder sister step by step! I didn't miss a single move. Even when the elder sister stirred the spoon a few times, I did the same..."
Cheng Zhenzhu, who had just put a powder through her fingernail, looked innocent and bewildered as she echoed, "Aunt Wang did it step by step. How could this happen?"
"I know what mom tastes like!" Liu Tiao raised his hand. "Mom's cooking is the best."
San Tiao nodded. He liked his mother's cooking the most. Although his grandfather's cooking was also delicious, he still thought his mother's cooking was the best...
Cheng Zhenzhu has become accustomed to the dolls' support.
"Six, you lost again." Three put the last bead back on the chessboard and said.
"Come again!" Liu Tiao never gets discouraged when losing.
"Wait a minute!" Er Tiao said, holding the beads. Six people playing a single game of Go would be too chaotic, so they were now playing in pairs. Now it was his and his older brother's turn...
"Why is this happening?" Wang Dahua fell into self-doubt. After all, she had been cooking for decades. When she saw the older sister making rice oil, she didn't think it was anything special. She had really learned it seriously and hadn't been sloppy at all.
But Xiaonian doesn’t seem to buy it?
Frustrated, Wang Dahua brought out the leftover rice porridge to taste. Honestly, she couldn't tell the difference. Sun Xiaode couldn't tell the difference either. Zhao Dali happened to return and was also dragged along to try two bowls.
"They're all delicious," Zhao Dali said, and then drank another bowl.
"What's the use of you saying it tastes good? The baby won't recognize it!" Wang Dahua still didn't understand what the problem was.
Cheng Zhenzhu took the baby in her arms, fed the little one rice oil, and went with Aunt Wang and the others to study.
"Baji, baji~" The little baby tried hard to raise his head, his eyes filled with childish and curious luster.
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