After traveling through time, I look forward to seeing my three stepmothers get married every day.

Mr. Fu smiled and said, "Yes, your teacher's wife made some porridge and meat buns for them."

Nan Xing was about to order Old Man Wang to cook some more wontons for the two small glutinous rice dumplings, but he had no choice but to give up after hearing what he said.

After all, children's intestines and stomachs are very fragile. It is not good to eat too much, and it is not easy to digest. We can only cook them later.

But when Mr. Fu went to teach Qiu Ju, Chun Mei and Wang Yuxian, the two little glutinous rice dumplings held Nan Xing's hand together, patted his belly with the other hand, and said with a small mouth : "Sister, sister, we are hungry..."

It turned out that Mrs. Huang cooked some porridge in the morning and bought a few big meat buns, but the two little glutinous rice dumpling ghosts knew that there was something delicious to go to Nan Xing's house, so they secretly put the big meat buns back in the kitchen. After only drinking half a bowl of gruel, he followed Mr. Fu out.

Mrs. Huang, who has been busy all the time, didn't pay attention, thinking that the two bastards had already been fed.

After Nan Xing came to the house last time, there were a lot of delicious food in the house. The two small glutinous rice dumplings were deeply remembered, and they ate meat with their sister.

Of course Nan Xing didn't know about these things, she tapped the smooth foreheads of the two with her fingertips: "Hungry so soon?"

The two little glutinous rice balls nodded, and their long eyelashes trembled, which was very beautiful.

Nan Xing smiled, and took the two of them to the kitchen to find something delicious.

The two small glutinous rice dumplings couldn't help but sucked a bit, staring at the food on the table.

The soybeans that Old Man Wang had soaked just now were already swollen. Nan Xing took out some and crushed them, then filtered them, took out a red date, removed the core, shredded them, put them in and boiled them together, and then gave two small glutinous rice dumplings One person filled half a bowl, and then cooked another wonton and took it out.

Looking at Nan Xing of Yuchu Fan, Luo Yunfei and Jiang Yanhua were once again shocked. Although the whole process was not complicated, it was also very skillful. It was unexpected that ordinary sweet potatoes could make so many tricks in her hands.

The two little glutinous rice dumplings are also very well-behaved and smart. They just watched it once, and they imitated Nan Xing's appearance just now, whistling first, and then biting to eat.

Nan Xing continued: "Auntie, I have a task for you. Help me buy sweet potatoes. The more the better."

Luo Yunfei and the others looked shocked.

The big glutinous rice dumpling is relatively old, and the spoon is held firmly. The small glutinous rice dumpling is different. When I scooped up one, I accidentally dropped it. The soup splashed everywhere, and the little face was splashed with a lot of soup. , The whole face suddenly became greasy.

After explaining, Nan Xing took Luo Yunfei and Jiang Yanhua into the kitchen to prepare delicious food.

The old man Wang responded and left.

One catty of soybeans can make about ten catties of soy milk. I don’t know what will happen after the opening, so more than 150 catties of soybeans are enough for the first few days. Even if it is not enough, soybeans are a common crop in Xiaozhai Village, and almost every household grows them. Quite a lot.

The two little glutinous rice balls stretched their necks and opened their mouths wide, waiting to be fed.

Ji Xiangyan nodded innocently, she was just curious, is this all wrong?
Nan Xing thought for a while, and drew a pattern of molds for making honeycomb chicken cakes with a pen and paper, and another picture of a small cart used by street vendors to bake sweet potatoes: "Uncle Wang, take these two drawings to go to the town Ask Master Hong to make it overnight."

Nan Xing smiled and helped him wipe the soup off his face.

Nan Xing was stunned for a moment, then smiled at them and said, "Sister likes you too, what's your name?"

Will it be too bad?There is a huge teahouse selling roasted sweet potatoes, will it become a joke in the whole Yanghuai County when it gets out?
Luo Yunfei glanced at her fiercely: "Xing'er has his own way of doing things. If you are told to do something, you just do it obediently. Why are there so many nonsense?"

Jiang Yanhua patted Ji Xiangyan on the shoulder: "We have to trust Xing'er, have you ever seen her let us down?"

The five-year-old little glutinous rice dumpling smiled happily: "My name is Dabao."

Luo Yunfei couldn't hide the big and small family affairs from Luo Yunfei, so she didn't even have to think about it, and replied straightforwardly: "There are two big bags, about 150 catties."

Nan Xing scooped out a wonton with a spoon, exhaled the hot air on it with his mouth, and then stretched it out to them, signaling them to take small bites to eat.

When Nan Xing went to their house last time, they were coy and didn't pay much attention to Nan Xing. When they got angry, she turned their faces into little cats.

Another little glutinous rice dumpling also smiled softly and said, "Sister, I like you so much."

Little Nuomi Duanzi blinked her big eyes and said, "Thank you...thank you, sister."

The three-year-old little glutinous rice dumpling blinked and said, "My name is Xiaobao."

Ji Xiangyan was taken aback: "Xing'er, why do you want so many sweet potatoes? You don't want to sell only sweet potatoes on the opening day, do you?"

Unfortunately, after feeding the first wonton, Nan Xing gave them each a spoon and asked them to do it themselves.

Nan Xing happily responded, and patted their little heads again: "Dabao, Xiaobao, you can eat the rest yourself, sister is going out to work."

Last time Luo Yunfei saw that Nan Xing and the others liked to eat roasted sweet potatoes, so she bought another ten catties and put them in the kitchen.After Nan Xing washed them, they were made into sweet potato pancakes, shredded sweet potatoes, fried sweet potato balls and sweet potato syrup.

This time, the two are very familiar.

Nan Xing called the three mothers and old man Wang together: "Er Niang, how many soybeans do we have at home now?"

When did Xing'er in their family become so powerful?

Dabao and Xiaobao nodded obediently, expressing that they must finish eating obediently and wait for her to come back obediently.

Moreover, there is an acre and a half of beans planted at home, which can be harvested after a while.

How could such a tool be designed?And the painting is so good...

A burst of sweet fragrance wafted out from the kitchen, and after a while, most of Xiaozhai Village could smell it.

In fact, they accidentally got a lot of ink when they were practicing their calligraphy, and they insisted on throwing the blame on Nan Xing so proudly that when Nan Xing asked them what their names were, they refused to tell Nan Xing.

Mr. Fu sniffed and taught with a book in his hand, but looked in the direction of the small kitchen frequently.

Qiu Ju, Chun Mei, and Wang Yuxian had long been drooling, as if a little hand was tickling them.

Dabao and Xiaobao ran over with their short legs while sniffing their noses. Their two round heads stretched and retracted outside the door, very cute.

Nan Xing walked over, one in each hand, and brought the two of them in. Seeing them staring at the delicious food on the plate, he said with a smile: "You guys just ate wontons and soy milk, so why don't you eat them again, or you will have a little belly It will be broken by you."

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