Tiezhu and Tiedan, the two boys from the eldest brother's family, tasted the raisins and stuck to Xiao Jiahua.
"Auntie, how much sugar is in this fruit? How come it is sweeter than the elm seeds on the hill behind?"
Xiao Jiahua smiled and gave them each a handful. "These are not elm seeds. They are black grapes that are unique to the frontier. They are made into grapes after being dried by the wind."
Not far away, Xiaopang ate two large gray dates, but it didn't satisfy his craving at all.
He stared at Xiao Jiahua and felt that this beautiful aunt didn't seem so scary anymore. He couldn't help but move closer and stretched out his little hand towards her.
Xiao Jiahua was very generous and tore off half a pound of beef jerky for him on the spot. "Take it home and replenish your body. I hope you get well soon."
Xiaopang was stunned, "Thank you, thank you Aunt Xiaoxiao!"
As if he had won a huge prize, he ran excitedly to find his mother.
Everyone was laughing and joking, sharing the fruits in their hands, and the whole village was filled with joy.
It's a pity that everyone else is enjoying the fun, only Xiao Dabao is left, like an eggplant hit by frost.
After Xiao Jiahua had distributed the things, she finally took care of her son. "Dabao, you're still angry. Wait until mom comes home and I'll make you something delicious."
It seems that Xiao Jiahua has no self-awareness about his cooking skills. Because of this sentence, it did not comfort Xiao Dabao at all.
Just at this moment, Little Stone bit a piece of beef jerky and held it in front of him: "Brother, you eat it too!"
"Humph, I don't care!"
Xiao Dabao pushed them away angrily and ran out of the crowd.
Xiao Jiahua looked at his eldest son's back and sighed.
The little boy’s thoughts are becoming increasingly difficult to guess.
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Without having time to eat, Xiao Jiahua hurried back home, holding Xiao Shitou in one hand and pulling the small trailer with the other.
In broad daylight, Xiao Dabao didn't read or study. He lay alone in the room, covered with a quilt and sulking.
Xiao Jiahua didn't provoke him. He just took out the honeydew, apples and walnuts and asked Xiao Shitou to help wash them. She boiled water and made two bowls of malted milk with a strong milky flavor.
He did not drink the malted milk until it was almost cooled down, then he peeled the fruit and chopped it. Even though she is not a good cook and cannot make hard dishes, she is still able to put together a fruit and vegetable salad.
Chop the fruits well, put them in a bowl, pour rich malted milk on them, and finally sprinkle a handful of raisins and sesame seeds on them. A bowl of luxurious malted fruit salad is ready.
Red, green, white, and yellow... when paired together, the milky and sweet flavors are so intoxicating that they make you salivate.
"Mom, it smells so good!" Little Stone greedily licked the edge of the bowl, on which malt milk had overflowed.
Xiao Jiahua wiped his saliva with a smile: "You look so greedy, how about I feed you first?"
Little Stone nodded frantically: "Yeah, mom, I want to eat! Ah——"
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he closed it tightly again, "Mom, won't brother come out to eat with us?"
Xiao Jiahua pretended to be wronged: "I don't know, my brother is sleeping, we should not disturb him. What if he doesn't like to eat fruit salad, and I will be angry again if I disturb him!"
Little Stone spoke up for his mother: "Brother shouldn't make mother angry, brother is bad!"
Xiao Dabao was in the room, his mouth already watering at the aroma of milk and fruit wafting in through the window. He pricked up his ears, and when he heard this, he could no longer sit still, so he jumped out of bed and ran out.
"Mom, don't listen to your brother, I'm not angry with you!"
Xiao Dabao stood at the door of the main room and complained, but was reluctant to come over.
Xiao Jiahua walked over, pulled him to sit next to him, scooped up a piece of honeydew melon, and stuffed it into his mouth, "Okay, our Dabao is the best, eat it while it's fresh."
Sweet and refreshing, it was the best taste he had ever tasted. Just like his mood at the moment, happiness is also a little bit sour.
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