Qian Chunhua had an idea in his mind. Since the land given to him was right next to the official road, he might as well open a tea shop here to provide tea and food for passers-by.
Only he knew how much he earned. At least he could find a source for the supplies in his space so that the villagers in Huanghualing would not suspect anything.
That's a good idea.
When they were almost at the entrance of the village, Qian Chunhua took out another twenty steamed buns from the space. It was cold now and the steamed buns would not last for a day or two.
When we arrived at Qian's house, Qian Li had already prepared lunch.
"mother."
"mother."
Qingsong, with his younger brother and sister, saw Qian Chunhua enter the courtyard and greeted them with a smile.
Qingfeng and Xiaoling trotted all the way to Qian Chunhua and hugged Qian Chunhua's thighs tightly.
Qian Yu, wearing an apron with her sleeves rolled up high, walked out of the kitchen and said, "It's just right. The food has just been prepared. I'll go and serve it out."
Qingsong was very considerate: "Grandma, let me help you."
Xiao Ling turned around and ran towards him, "I'll help you too."
Qian Chunhua held Qingfeng's hand and carried the backpack into the main room. After putting down the heavy backpack, Qian Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom, Xingshan hasn't come yet?"
"Don't worry about him. Leave the food in the pot for him."
Qian Li came out of the kitchen carrying dishes while talking, both his hands were full.
Behind Qingsong and Qianqi was a bowl of mixed grain rice.
Qian Chunhua hurried forward and took the dish from Qian Li's hand. Qian Li turned around and took the mixed grain rice from Qingsong's hand.
Xiao Ling and Xu were at the back, carrying a small dish of pickles.
Although the Qian family was poor, they still had three meals a day.
At noon that day, because both his daughter and grandson were sick, especially Qingsong, Qian Li felt sorry for them and wanted to give the child some nourishment. He gritted his teeth and cooked mixed grain rice instead of porridge.
Three bowls of dishes, one fried cabbage, one braised radish, and a plate of pickles.
The three children were all smiling happily. The lunch was so sumptuous.
Just now when their grandparents were cooking, they couldn't help drooling. They can eat dry food at noon instead of the thin porridge that was so thick that you could see your reflection in it.
The three children were very obedient. They held their bowls and ate the mixed grain rice carefully. After the meal, everyone was very satisfied.
Qian Chunhua looked at the satisfied expressions of the children and also highly recognized her original family. This was how a family should help each other.
After the meal, Qian Chunhua cleaned up the dishes and washed the pots and pans. Zhao Xiaoling, as usual, followed behind her mother to help.
Even Qingsong helped his mother add hot water.
Qian Yu smiled as he watched the loving and filial scene in front of him and nodded. He hoped that his daughter would have to work hard in the next few years, and that life would surely get better when the child grew up.
Back in the main hall, Qian Chunhua took out all the rice, flour, meat and steamed buns from the backpack and handed them to Qian Li.
"Mom, this is our meal."
Qian Li was angry. This child was too polite. He even brought his own food to his mother's house for several days' meals.
Qian Chunhua also realized that her actions had hurt Qian Li's true feelings for her and her three children.
He hurriedly explained sincerely, "Mom, I'm not being polite. I just want you to help me take care of the children as we need to repair the house these days. Qingsong was also malnourished before, and we all need some nourishment."
Qian Chunhua's words made Qian Li feel a little better. It would be good if he didn't act distant with her.
Qian Chunhua hugged Qian Li's arm affectionately, "Mom, I won't be distant with you. You are my mother, the best mother."
Qian Chunhua didn't feel embarrassed at all to act coquettishly towards a woman who was about the same age as her before she traveled through time. She really treated Qian Li as her mother.
Qian Yu smiled at Juhua: "This child, at such an old age, still acts like a spoiled child."
Qian Chunhua: "No matter how old they are, they are still mother and daughter."
Qian Li: "Yes, yes, yes. Mother and daughter."
The three children stood by and grinned foolishly.
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