Pancakes are indeed a great invention.
As people in Shandong say: all food can be rolled.
Pancakes with green onions, pancakes with pickles, pancakes with shredded potatoes... one by one, the more you think about it, the more you drool.
If you have fresh toon sprouts, you can pickle them and add some cut radish to make them taste more fragrant.
I don’t know if there is one on the back mountain. I’ll go look for it tomorrow.
Song Nanting was in high spirits, and was only thinking about the Chinese toon sprouts. Even the spicy chicken didn't taste as delicious anymore.
Of course, she had a big appetite, so after finishing one roll of pancake, she ate another one while eating the spicy chicken.
After filling her stomach, she suddenly felt a pain in her lower abdomen, and her heart sank.
I quickly ran to the bathroom to take a look.
My period is here.
My heart sank to the soles of my feet.
There were no sanitary napkins available at this time, but she had space, so she could store them. Although Song Nanting was in her early fifties before her rebirth, she had not yet completely entered menopause. Her menstrual flow was particularly heavy, so she took advantage of the Double Eleven shopping spree to store two boxes. It was just a pity that she didn't have any pajamas.
Song Nanting came out after putting on a sanitary napkin and couldn't help but mutter, "Lu Jianan, your seeding skills are not very good."
He looks tall and strong, and has been farming for so long, why hasn’t he been able to sow the seeds yet?
Then I thought, they had only been married for a month, so there was no need to rush.
Then I stopped thinking about it, washed up, and went back to lie down on the kang.
Song Nanting feels bad during her period, so she lies down as long as possible.
The next day, Song Nanting was full of energy and went up the back mountain carrying a backpack.
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