Now hearing her husband say this, she suddenly felt that her weight gain was an illusion.
After hearing the interaction between the two, Song Tanglan shook her head helplessly. This was not the first time she had eaten dog food. After eating it for a while, she not only felt full, but also got used to it.
After finishing lunch, they needed to take out the pots, pans, tables and chairs in the house and wash them. Cheng Fangyuan boiled water, but he was afraid that the water was too cold and his hands would be frostbitten when he washed them.
He didn't put out the fire on the stove. The weather was so cold, and he would put the washed pots and pans in the kitchen to dry, otherwise they would freeze solid.
These days, they have been hanging their washed clothes inside the house. With the warmth of the kang, at least the clothes won't be frozen solid.
Just when I was about to wash the pots and pans, Mrs. Sun came to the door with Xiaohu and others.
"Sister-in-law, why are you here?" Song Tangcheng was very surprised to see the visitors and quickly invited them into the house.
"There are many people at home, and the sanitation has been taken care of. Now, one of your family members has injured his leg and you are pregnant. We are here to help because we are worried that you will be too busy."
After saying this, Mrs. Sun rolled up her sleeves, squatted down, and picked up the pots and pans.
"Sister-in-law, I'm really sorry to bother you."
"What's the big deal? We're all family. You can sit on the stool and wash slowly. Leave the rest to your sister-in-law. Leave these big items to your brother-in-law."
"Well, sister-in-law, I have prepared a lot of hot water in the pot. If it's not enough, you can go get more." Cheng Fangyuan moved out the dining table and chairs.
"good."
The two began to wash the pots and pans while chatting, and Xiaohu followed his mother to help.
Only the two little ones and Song Tanglan were left staring blankly.
Xiaodong and Xiaoli looked at Song Tanglan sitting on the chair with curiosity. They remembered this sister who once gave them candy.
"Aunt Lan, I heard that your foot was injured. Does it still hurt now?" Xiaodong asked Song Tanglan with concern in a baby voice.
When Song Tanglan heard this, she felt her girlish heart overflowing, and she whispered softly: "Auntie's feet don't hurt anymore, but she can't walk yet, so she can't go get candy for Xiaodong and Xiaoli."
After saying this, he looked at the two little guys with regret on his face.
When Xiaoli heard her say this, she said seriously with her chubby little face, "Auntie, we just came here after eating sesame candy. The sesame candy made by my uncle is so delicious, but grandma won't let us eat too much. We can only have one piece a day."
"Yeah, you can only eat one piece a day."
"Oh, I see. Then I can't eat today. Eating too much will cause worms in my teeth."
Xiaodong immediately shook his head when he heard this.
"Don't get worms."
"Okay, as long as you don't eat too much sugar, you won't get worms."
On this side, Song Tanglan was chatting with two children, while on the other side, she was cleaning and laughing.
Song Tanglan looked at the two cute children and wished that the chair she was sitting on was a wheelchair. She immediately went back to her room to get them some delicious food. Unfortunately, her sprain would heal in a dozen days, so there was no need to get a wheelchair.
With the help of Mrs. Sun and Xiaohu, Xiao Cheng's family quickly cleaned the house and washed the kitchen utensils.
Song Tangcheng wanted to keep the four of them for dinner, but was rejected by Mrs. Sun, saying that dinner had already been prepared at home.
Mrs. Sun felt embarrassed enough when she thought that she could go to work in Song Tangcheng's place, and they didn't charge her a penny of salary every month. If she simply helped with cleaning, she would have to stay for dinner. That would be taking advantage of her brother-in-law's family again.
The twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.
Cheng Fangyuan ground the soybeans that had been soaked last night into a paste, filtered out the residue, and made tofu. He pressed the water for the whole morning and started frying the tofu in the afternoon.
The Chinese New Year is getting closer and closer, and there is something to do every day. Only Song Tanglan, the idler, is either sitting outside or lying on the kang, doing nothing.
On the 27th day of the twelfth lunar month, Cheng Fangyuan killed a chicken with a knife. Early in the morning, Song Tanglan heard the chicken's miserable cry. The cry was very shrill. It might be that it knew it was going to be guillotined, and wanted to cry out all the grievances before dying.
On the 27th, they had a rare day off. The two of them sat leisurely on chairs, looking at the white scenery outside. Cheng Fangyuan was not idle that day either. He needed to transport some firewood from the woodshed to the kitchen.
Let the dough rise at night so you can make steamed buns as soon as you wake up tomorrow.
On the twenty-ninth day of the lunar year, Song Tanglan was finally able to help. She only had to sit next to her second sister and wait for her to knead the noodles into a long strip and cut them into pieces with a small wooden board.
When they are steamed, they will become square steamed buns. This time, I made a lot of steamed buns, almost all of which are needed for Chinese New Year.
Song Tanglan looked at the steamed bun and thought of the flower rolls in her previous life. She asked her second sister and brother-in-law for their opinions.
"Second sister, second brother-in-law, I want to make some flower rolls, which are still steamed buns, but they look prettier."
"You make it. If it doesn't work, just shape it into a round shape and steam it to eat." Song Tangcheng agreed without any objection. Cheng Fangyuan also nodded beside him. Anyway, round, square, and flowery ones can all be eaten the same way. What's the difference?
After getting consent, Song Tanglan began to use his artistic talent. He failed several times at the beginning, but finally made a few decent flower rolls.
As Song Tanglan became more skilled, the flower rolls she made became more and more beautiful.
Seeing the beautiful flower rolls, Song Tangcheng also praised them. "This is called a flower roll. It really looks good when made like this. It looks very appetizing."
"Yeah, I think so too." Song Tanglan accepted the compliment from her second sister very proudly. She kept moving her hands and made several more steamed buns.
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