Guan Yu didn't know why his brother was laughing, but that didn't stop him from laughing along with him while holding the new shoes.

"With us adults here, children just need to study hard and make progress every day. Don't think about anything else!" Feng Qingxue patted Guan Cheng's shoulder, who had grown a lot taller in the past six months, and turned to find her uncle to arrange the household registration for her sisters.

Lu Jiang’s household registration is not in the same household registration book as Lu’s father. This is the result of discussion between Lu’s father and Wang Zhengguo.

Mr. Lu had a poor background and was afraid of affecting his descendants, so he had a separate household registration book. Wang Zhengguo took advantage of this and simply registered the brothers Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng in Lu Jiang's account as nephews. Anyway, no one else knew about this except him and Mr. Lu. Now there are two more Feng Qingxue and Feng Qingyun.

And because Lu Jiang joined the army and his household registration was in the army, the head of the household became his wife Feng Qingxue.

With the implementation of the household registration, life got back on track.

Feng Qingxue got up the next morning. Lu Jiang was training in the yard while she was busy in the kitchen, cooking a large pot of corn grits and brown rice porridge. There were no eggs at home, so she kneaded the dough and baked about twenty black-flour scallion pancakes. Then she cut a large bowl of sauerkraut and stir-fried it. The house was filled with fragrance.

"Ah Jiang, I'll call Xiao Yun to get up, you go call Dad and Tian Jun to eat!"

"Got it!" Lu Jiang agreed, turned his wheelchair to the door, and shouted to the west: "Tianjun, call your grandfather and come over to eat together. I won't go over!"

He has a loud voice and it carries very far.

Lu Tianjun responded quickly, "Uncle, I heard it! I'll be right there!"

So Lu Jiang just went back to the main hall without going back and forth, which greatly saved time and energy.

Feng Qingxue smiled, took off the black apron around her waist, and walked to the west room to wake up her sister, only to find that she was already dressed and standing by the bed. Because the weather was hot, she had laid a mattress and there was no need to fold the quilt.

"Wash your hands and eat!" Feng Qingxue pulled her out.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Father Lu came in chatting and laughing with his grandson.

There were a lot of people at the table. Everyone was served a bowl of porridge first, and then had some scallion pancakes and sauerkraut, and ate with relish.

Sauerkraut is made from pickled mustard greens, which is actually not very tasty, but when it is chopped up and fried with lard and topped with chili peppers, it is especially delicious with rice. The guys had big appetites and they drank up all the porridge in the pot and ate up the scallion pancakes and sauerkraut as well.

"Aunt, did we eat too much?" While washing dishes, Guan Cheng was worried that there was not enough food at home.

Black flour scallion pancake, black flour, pure black flour, no coarse grain flour mixed in, the oil is lard, it was so fragrant that he almost swallowed his tongue, thinking that other families might not be able to eat such delicious food even during the Chinese New Year.

Feng Qingxue let her two nephews help her wash the pots and dishes and tidy up the kitchen. She took out a piece of black smoked meat from the cupboard, washed it with hot water, and put it in the pot to cook. She smiled and said, "As I said before, as children, you just need to study hard and make progress every day. You don't need to worry about the food and clothing at home!"

The smoked meat is cooked until you can pierce the skin with chopsticks, and then you can take it out. There is a thick layer of fat floating in the water in the pot. Pour it into a bowl and save it for next cooking, so nothing is wasted.

The children gathered in front of the stove were drooling.

Even though Lu Tianjun and Guan Cheng were teenagers and very sensible, they were powerless to resist the smell of meat.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Feng Qingxue picked up the knife and cut five thin and transparent slices of lean meat, bright red fat, from the smoked meat, and gave each person a piece. "Let's go out and play after we finish eating. We'll stew the rest with eggplant for lunch. I guarantee you'll all have enough!"

Cheers rang out one after another, and the regret of not having the eight bowls before was instantly forgotten.