Lei Zhenzhen looked at her youngest son and said, "Although we can't drink soda every day, compared to other families, you drink a lot."
"Look at you guys now. It's as if you've never had a soda before."
"Mom, we know that others can't drink it, so we cherish it so much. It would be a shame if we drink it in big gulps and spill it."
When Lei Zhenzhen heard this, she actually wanted to say that it would be easier for it to spill if you do this.
But seeing how happy the kids were, I decided not to say anything that would interrupt their happiness.
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Since Mrs. Zhao dug the land for the four children, they planted vegetables and watered them every afternoon with their grandmother.
Today, it was time to harvest their vegetables. Old Lady Zhao looked at the vegetables in the small vegetable garden and smiled as she led An An to pick them.
"An An's vegetables are well grown. Look how juicy they are. They are even better than those grown at the supply and marketing cooperative."
"Grandma, Lele's crops are also good."
"Yes, yes, all the ones you planted are good. Grandma picked An An's first, so An An's plants are good."
"I'll pick yours tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, and then I'll naturally praise your vegetables. Come on, start picking the vegetables, grandma still has to cook."
An An picked vegetables and said, "Grandma, can you teach us how to cook?"
"Of course, why not? It's not that difficult for my grandson to learn how to cook. You four can watch grandma cook."
"Grandma will teach you step by step. Let's see who learns the best. You won't be hungry after you learn how to cook."
"Grandma, but Dad can't cook, and he's not hungry. There's food in the cafeteria."
"Hey, that's your dad, he's in the army. If he stayed at home and farmed like your uncle, do you think he would be hungry?"
Lele, who has always admired his father, shook his head and said firmly: "I won't be hungry, my father can make porridge."
"Cooking porridge? It took your dad a long time to learn how to make it. But the porridge he makes tastes pretty good, there's nothing to complain about that."
Hearing this, Lin Xuguang looked at his brother and grandmother in surprise. "My second uncle can also make porridge? That's pretty impressive."
At least he's better than his dad. His dad can't cook, not even porridge. Either the pot is burnt or there's only a few grains of rice in the pot of water.
When Lele heard her grandmother say this, she smiled proudly and said, "The seafood porridge my father makes is the best."
"I love it so much!"
"Oh, really? Grandma hasn't even tried the seafood porridge your father made."
"On one of our next days off, let's go to the beach and get some seafood. Let your dad cook it for grandma."
"Okay, let Dad make seafood porridge..."
As they talked, they worked together and soon finished picking the vegetables. They also cleaned the vegetable patch carefully.
After everything was ready, Lin Xuguang picked up the vegetable basket and walked to the kitchen with his grandmother and brothers.
After everything was ready, Mrs. Zhao taught her four children one by one, starting with how to make a fire.
"It's not that hard to cook. Just make enough for the whole family. We usually eat two big bowls like this."
"Then wash the rice..."
"It's the same with cooking. If we want to cook meat like we did today, we can fry the meat first and pour out the excess oil."
"The little bit of oil left in the end can be used to stir-fry other dishes..."
Lin Xuguang and his three younger brothers stood aside and watched their grandmother's actions.
The next moment, Mrs. Zhao called her four children to the stove and said, "When cooking, don't make the fire too big. Take out these two big pieces of firewood."
"That's all."
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