CHAPTER 12

Acknowledging the relations.h.i.+p, Auntie Luo did not discuss with Qiao Wei in advance, and she was worried that Qiao Wei would be unwilling. In fact, her worries were totally superfluous. Qiao Wei was helpless and could meet elders like Auntie Luo. But in ancient times, confessing relatives was a big deal. She hesitated a moment, and said, “Mrs. Luo, should you discuss this with Uncle Luo first?”

        Auntie Luo patted her hand and said, “Here you can rest a.s.sured, he listens to me, I mentioned you with him, he also blame you, and asked me to take care of you.”

        Qiao Wei said with emotion: “Uncle Luo is also a good person.”

        Auntie Luo glanced at her, “What about Uncle?”

        Qiao Wei's face was slightly ashamed: “G.o.dfather.”

        Auntie Luo pointed to herself: “What about me?”

        “Madam.”

        Auntie Luo smiled comfortably.

        So the matter of admitting a relative was settled.

        In the evening, Qiao Wei prepared a large table for Auntie Liu Luo to eat. Auntie Luo's husband was working in the county. Only returned once a month. The oldest son became a family and moved out. The youngest son studied art in Beijing. Most of the time she was alone. Regarding Xiao Qiao as a relative, although she meant to show mercy to the mother and son, she was also lonely.

        Xiao Qiao kept her meal, and she stayed generously.

        The children seemed to be smelling the scent of their home and came back before the meal was cooked. When they saw Aunt Luo, who was setting dishes in the house, sweetly called “Grandma Luo”.

        Qiao Wei brought a bowl of mutton fan soup out of the kitchen, and when she heard this claim, she smiled and said, “Don't call Grandma Luo, just grandma.”

        The child didn't feel much about multiple surnames and few surnames, and responded obediently. Qiao Wei thought that it was good to go back and talk to the children about the meaning of relatives, so that they knew that Grandma Luo was different from other grandma.

        Qiao Jingyun took the initiative to pour water in the yard to wash his hands. Before moving from the mother-in-law here, there was a well in the yard. The children knew how to draw water from the well, but Qiao Wei covered the well just in case. , Usually just call them water from the water tank.

        The brothers and sisters washed their hands and ate in the house.

        Qiao Wei made four dishes and one soup-fried eggs with green peppers, braised carrots, dried potato shreds, stir-fried cabbage, and lamb vermicelli soup, and a basket of red bean sticky rice cakes was steamed on the stove.

        Auntie Luo hasn't tasted Xiao Qiao's craftsmans.h.i.+p, but when she looks at the dish, she feels good. She chops a dried potato shred: “What is this?”

        Qiao Wei laughed: “Potato.”

        “Can potatoes do the same?” Auntie Luo took a bite, spicy and refres.h.i.+ng, oily but not greasy, sweet in salty, and delicious. After that, she tasted eggs, braised pork, and cabbage in turn. The more she was surprised, the more surprised she was when she drank the lamb fan soup, “Little Joe, you can cook!” “

        Qiao Wei smiled indiscriminately: “Sloppy, I'll cook little.”

        “cooking?” Aunt Luo seemed to think of something strange, “When you just entered the village, you won't even wash the vegetables.”

        Do n't even wash dishes? Could the original owner be a pampered lady? Qiao Wei smiled calmly: “I didn't do it after pregnancy. It's a bit rusty. I picked it up again in the past two years.”

        Aunt Luo had no doubt about him, and had a meal with Qiao Wei happily. The lamb fan soup is now learned, but the children said that it was better than the town. Aunt Luo also felt that way. Her family was young. Joe didn't show the mountains and was dewy, he actually cooked such a good dish.

        After dinner, Qiao Wei brought out the red bean sticky rice cakes. The children loved her sweets. Even the little carnivores like carnivores liked it tightly. Three little paws swept to the plate.

        Mrs. Luo actually could n't eat it, but the glutinous rice cake was made into a little white rabbit, which was so pretty. She couldn't help eating one, one, and another. Already.

        She's not a pouty person. Why did Xiao Qiao come here without eating for 800 years?

        After eating, the children and little ferret went to the yard to play. Aunt Luo left to help Qiao Wei clean up the kitchen, and by the way talked about the future life: “What are you going to do? Have you been farming or …”

        Qiao Wei brushed the bowl and said, “Tian I continued to plant, and the weather went into the mountains to hunt.”

        “Look at you, what am I saying? You are not allowed to go into the mountain alone.” Aunt Luo gave a glance at Qiao Wei and said, “I'd like to think of a way for you. I don't know if you want to.”

        Qiao Wei laughed softly: “Please tell me.”

        Auntie Luo took Qiao Wei's brushed bowl and wiped it cleanly with a clean cotton cloth: “The last time I ate the radish cake you sent me, I felt that you had good craftsmans.h.i.+p, did you see it at the market? Do you think you made it yourself? How are things better than they do? “

        Qiao Wei thought about it: “The color and fragrance should be better.”

        Auntie Luo squinted: “Some? You really deserve them!”

        Qiao Wei was so embarra.s.sed that she bent her lips and said, “Dana, what does it mean for me to eat and sell?”

        “Um.” Aunt Luo nodded.

        As soon as Qiao Wei thought that this was indeed the way to go, she could not make enough money to make ends meet, and she was not in the ranks of a living. Hunting was an input, but chance was too high, and she could not run into prey every time. She does need a relatively stable entry.

        Qiao Wei is a activist. She only mentioned things in the evening. She made things early the next morning. Therefore, Pan went to town to buy limited materials. She only made red bean sticky rice cakes, crispy radish cakes, and radish cakes. It's not for sale, it's for yourself and children.

        When it was light, she went down the mountain with two baskets of snacks.

        The children love the day when they “run and run” with their mother. In the past, the mother and wife always nested in the yard, except for farming, they did not go down at all. Although I can go down the mountain in the back, of course, the feeling of going down the mountain with my mother is of course very different!

        Auntie Luo went with Qiao Wei, and several of them were still in the carriage of the embarra.s.sed father.

        Qiao Wei is now Mrs. Luo's daughter-in-law, who is from her own village. The father of emboli is a bit cheaper than yesterday's price. They are still ten by one person, but the two children will not collect money.

        The four did not go to the bazaar. The stalls there were all rented monthly, quarterly, and yearly. There was no extra s.p.a.ce for Qiao Wei. Qiao Wei came to the place where she had lunch yesterday. The traffic here is also good. The booth is daily rent, twenty words a day.

        Qiao Wei paid the rent and took out the small table and stool with Aunt Luo.

        The two children sat obediently behind each other, noisy, noisy, and distressing.

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