Chapter 104： Chaptery wants to change her name

The baby is very worried: "Then, can you do it well?"

"Of course it can be cooked." Song Zhaodi said, "But I can't guarantee it's delicious."

The big baby breathed a sigh of relief: "The cooked food won't hurt the stomach, it's okay." When she said it, she realized that she forgot to ask the brothers, "What do you think?"

"I'm fine." Reborn.

Erwa waved her hand, meaning you don't need to ask him, he doesn't care.

He nodded and patted Sanwa's little head again, "How about you?"

"I, I can feed my father." Sanwa said, "My father loves me."

Song Zhaodi was happy: "If your dad knew what you said, he wouldn't help but beat you."

"If mother doesn't tell me, father will not know." Sanwa blurted out.

Dawa smiled wickedly: "Mother doesn't tell, I tell."

Sanwa reached out and scratched him.

Zhong Dawa quickly grabbed his small arm.

The child can't move and kicks when he lifts his foot.

The baby let him go and ran.

Sanwa snorted and put her hands on her hips: "Don't run."

What he said, "Self-reliance, watch your younger brothers don't run to the beach, especially if you can't swim in the water. If the eldest child is disobedient, go to Grandma Liu's house and call your father."

Dawa: "Mother, the sea is dirty, I never go into the sea."

"I'm afraid your little friends will push you into the water." Song Zhaodi said, "If people say, big baby, if you don't come down, are you afraid that your mother will beat you and you won't be able to go down?"

Zhong Dawa waved her hand: "The aggressive method is useless to me." He carried the basket and waved his small hand, "Brothers, rush with me."

Song Zhaodi grabbed a little dirt and smashed him: "Walk well, don't run, you will overturn all the vegetables."

Zhong Dawa looked back subconsciously and was greeted with a piece of dirt, dodged like a conditioned reflex, banged, and bumped into Rebirth.

Standing her body, Regen lifted her leg and kicked the big baby's butt: "Where are you hitting."

"I'm sorry, I didn't see it, I didn't see it." Reborn was useless, the big baby patted his buttocks and coughed twice, "I won't run this time." He stretched out his hand, "Come, let's hold hands, Walk together."

Erwa disliked: "The weather is so hot, who wants to hold hands with you." He looked down at him and strode forward.

The big baby was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly chased after him, while chasing and frightening Erwa if he wanted to be beaten.

Erwa was afraid that Dawa would cut him, so she hurriedly looked for independence and rebirth.

Song Zhaodi watched the five children twist into a ball instantly, and suddenly wanted to run over and slap one of them. However, if she beat the child for this trivial matter, her hands would have to be calloused.

Vines, cucumbers, beans, loofah, bitter gourd, fungus and leprosy grapes are planted in the west of Zhong's courtyard. To the east are eggplants, tomatoes, cumin, garlic cloves, greens, peppers, and a bit of peas.

August is the harvest season for most of the fruits and vegetables. There is nothing left to do in the vegetable garden.

When the children went out, Song Zhaodi threw the vegetables into the duck and goose pens and planned to return to the room. When she turned around, she found that Sun Wanru was standing under the porch and looking over here, Song Zhaodi frowned slightly, what was this woman trying to do?

When the Shen family moved in, Song Zhaodi felt that the situation of the Shen family was complicated and did not want to rush too close to the Shen family. Later, she was curious about the ladies who didn't walk out of the door, and wanted to ask Sun Wanru to give her some pointers, so she came up with a tempting chicken soup. However, Sun Wanru didn't want to befriend her.

Now that someone is teaching Erwa how to draw, Song Zhaodi has stopped thinking about it.

Sun Wanru stared at her, Song Zhaodi simply pretended not to see it, to save her from being self-righteous and affectionate.

Going to the house and pulling out Zhou Shufen's cloth, Song Zhaodi began to help her make underwear. However, as soon as the scissors went down, Sun Wanru's expressionless face appeared in his mind.

Song Zhaodi was in no mood to work. Don't do something? Song Zhaodi couldn't help but guess what Sun Wanru wanted to do, so she simply turned the scorpion out.

It was hot in the kitchen, Song Zhaodi moved the stove and chopping board to the living room, and then started to knead the noodles.

The spring pancakes are made with dead noodles, warm water and noodles, and the noodles will wake up for a while. But when the noodles were awake, Song Zhaodi did not start pancakes, but rolled them out first.

Song Zhaodi rolled out the fifth cake, and the five children came back.

When Dawa saw four large pancakes on the chopping board, he opened his mouth and said, "Do you want to make scallion pancakes?"

"Pancakes." Song Zhaodi said, "Just waiting for you. Stand on your own, take the pot off the stove and put the scorpions on it. Let's start now."

Surprised: "So early?"

"It's getting late." Song Zhaodi said, "I don't make a big cake, your dad can eat five or six. You five have thirteen or four, including me, three A dozen biscuits, one biscuits for three minutes—"

Responded independently: "It's noon to make the cake."

"Yeah." Song Zhaodi said, "I didn't lie to you before, I really didn't do it. Dad, when you make a pancake, try it a little bit, if you think it's not cooked, cook it for a while."

The big baby smiled: "Mother, you said that you can do it yourself, how can I do it now?"

"You roll the dough?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

The baby turned to self-reliance, didn't speak, just stared at him.

Sigh on her own: "I'll help you roll."

"Wait for your words." Zhong Dawa said, ran out to wash her hands, and when she came back, she took the small rolling pin from Song Zhaodi's hand.

Around twelve o'clock, when Zhong Jianguo returned home, he found two plates of noodle cakes on the dining table. He subconsciously looked for Song Zhaodi. Seeing that she was not there, he quickly squeezed and tasted it, and found that there was no salt or oil, wrinkled She frowned and went to the kitchen to find someone.

As expected by Zhong Jianguo, all six mothers were in the kitchen, all sweating profusely. Zhong Jianguo was even more curious: "What are you all doing here?"

"Fried vegetables." Song Zhaodi said, "Cooked cucumbers, braised eggplants, stir-fried green peppers, and one tomato scrambled egg."

Zhong Jianguo reminded: "They ate eggs in the morning."

"It's not that I eat three or five eggs every day, it doesn't matter once in a while." Song Zhaodi said, "I haven't finished the porridge that I cooked in the morning. It's hot, you can take it out. I'm here. It's getting better soon."

Zhong Jianguo came out with the porridge, followed by his five sons, the one who served the dish, and the one who took the chopsticks. Seeing this scene, Zhong Jianguo went out to wash his face and hands.

Zhong Jianguo looked for steamed buns when he came back, but found that there was not even a shadow: "No hot steamed buns?"

"Eat the pancake today." Song Zhaodi took a pancake, sandwiched a little green pepper and eggplant, rolled it up and handed it to Zhong Jianguo, "Just roll it like this and eat it."

Zhong Jianguo saw this: "Isn't this just water-roasted cabbage? I thought you were going to eat it."

"Almost." Song Zhaodi said, "However, this one is made with scorpion. The water-roasted bun is steamed on a drawer."

Dawa's cabbage's hand paused for a moment: "Mother, let's make that water-roasted bun tomorrow."

"That? No." Song Zhaodi shook her head, "Your dad has to eat ten. There are so many people in our family, how much is enough to eat? And it's still so hot."

The baby rolled his eyes: "Do it again in winter?"

"Also." Song Zhaodi thought it was troublesome, but when she wanted to cook a meal for her children, she had to count the time, so she agreed, "You guys are obedient. The biggest hen was killed. We'll make this pie later—"

Erwa hurriedly asked, "Do you want to roll chicken?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "Erwa, what did the grandpa who taught you to draw tell you when we came back?"

Erwa: "Practice painting every day, and then send it to him."

"It's so good." Song Zhaodi said, "Listen to Grandpa's words, I will kill all the big roosters in our family during the Chinese New Year, so that you can eat enough at a time."

Zhong Jianguo: "And then I didn't have to eat for half a year."

"Don't talk." Song Zhaodi glared at him.

Zhong Jianguo stretched out a finger: "The last sentence. The hens in our family are old, and the stewed chicken soup tastes very strong. If the children next door are made to cry again, think about how to deal with it. Are you done?"

"I'm cooking chicken soup in the kitchen. If her children are still clamoring for it, it has nothing to do with me." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't treat her children harshly because I have to take care of them. my son."

Dawa looked at Zhong Jianguo, then turned to Song Zhaodi: "The one you said is Aunt Shen?"

"It's her." Song Zhaodi said to Zhong Jianguo, "Shen Xuancheng is your comrade-in-arms, if he comes here, be polite to me, I won't embarrass the old lady. If Sun Wanru comes over, I just said that the chicken and chicken soup in the house were eaten by the children."

Zhong Jianguo: "Sun Wanru will not come."

"How do you know her so well?" Song Zhaodi stared at him, not missing any expression on his face, "Did she talk to you while I was away?"

Zhong Jianguo poked her on the head: "What are you pretending here? She doesn't associate with your women, what can I say to me?"

"Then how would I know, I'm not you." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo gritted his teeth: "Do you want to quarrel?"

"Wait." Dawa said, "You pause first, and when we have finished eating, you can argue again."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "Zhong is strong!"

"Dad, don't call me by my name." Dawa frowned, "When I hear you call me strong, my scalp tingles."

Erwa glanced at him: "I heard the teacher call me Zhong Kangsheng, and I still get goosebumps." Turning to Song Zhaodi, she said, "Mother, please stop arguing first, first help me change my name Bar."

"I also want to change my name." Sanwa said, "I don't want to be called Zhong Xiangnan."

Dawa glared at him: "You shut up. You are everywhere."

"No." Sanwachong made a face, "Mother, Zhong Xiangnan is not good."

Song Zhaodi: "That's Zhong Nanfeng? The eldest child is called Zhong Dongfeng, the second child is called Xifeng, the self-reliant is called Beifeng, and the younger one is called Hongzhong. People will know that you are brothers when they hear it, how? "