Dressed as a cute kid with a farm: Pick up a brother to farm

Meng Huaishao stirred the air with chopsticks, then brushed oil on the bowl before pouring the flour into it.

Then he shook the bowl vigorously to shake out the bubbles.

Finally, pitted red dates are placed in the middle.

The green dough is dotted with red dots, which makes people's appetite increase.

Ye Yaoyao was the first person to drool.

It’s a pity that it’s not ripe yet.

can not eat!

The little guy, who had been greedy for a long time, wiped his saliva regretfully and ran back to eat the fruit.

Meng Huaishao has become accustomed to Ye Yaoyao's behavior of coming to check on the progress of cooking from time to time.

He calmly put the steamed cake into the pot, let it rise for a second time, and then went to serve the porridge.

The porridge is very hot, so let it cool first. When the corn steamed meat patties are out of the pot later, Ye Yaoyao can eat them first.

Thinking of the steamed meat patties with corn, Meng Huaishao calculated the time and quickly turned off the fire.

Simmer for a while and it’s ready to serve.

You can also turn on the fire and start steaming the spinach steamed cake.

Steaming steamed cakes is quick, the only time-consuming process is fermentation.

Meng Huaishao was busy working in an orderly manner, and while waiting, he also started to clean up the kitchen.

There are quite a few tools and utensils used, so let’s clean up some of them now, so that the workload will be much less later.

Meng Huaishao worked very efficiently. While waiting for the steamed cakes, the kitchen had already been tidied up.

And Ye Yaoyao, how could she be in the mood to eat any fruit?

I had already moved a small stool and was standing in front of the stove, eagerly waiting for the delicious food to come out of the pot.

Today's dinner is particularly sumptuous.

The aroma was so fragrant that it made the little guy drool.

The fragrant, soft and tender mushroom and chicken porridge, the fluffy and glutinous spinach steamed cake, the sweet, tender and chewy steamed corn with minced meat, any one of them makes Ye Yaoyao look forward to it very much.

Ye Yaoyao stayed in the ancestral hall all day today. Apart from the millet porridge brought by her grandmother, she could only eat steamed buns when she was hungry.

Thanks to the existence of the farm space, she doesn't have to eat cold steamed bread.

Eating the hot food, Ye Yaoyao felt that her soul had been sublimated.

A mouthful of hot porridge, a mouthful of steamed cake, and then a mouthful of meat pie, each one of them is filled with delicious flavor.

In Ye Yaoyao's imagination, this is what eating delicious food should be like.

But in reality, how can a baby’s small mouth hold so many things?

A mouthful of hot porridge, containing chewy mushrooms, soft carrots, tender chicken, and white and plump rice, filled her little mouth.

Ye Yaoyao chewed hard, her cheeks bulging.

The aroma of the corn patties in her hand kept tempting her nose, but her mouth couldn't keep up with the speed of her hands, which made Ye Yaoyao very anxious.

Looking at the little guy working hard to eat, Meng Huaishao's eyes were filled with smiles.

There really are some people who can stimulate other people's appetite even when they are eating.

Meng Huaishao tasted a bite of the meat pie and nodded with a smile, expressing his recognition of his own cooking skills.

When Ye Yaoyao saw this, she felt like she was being scratched by a cat and became extremely anxious.

Finally, she had eaten all the porridge in her mouth. She opened her mouth wide again, took a big bite of the meat pie, and ate it with relish.

Meng Huaishao was not to be outdone. He broke off a large piece of spinach steamed cake, put it into his mouth in front of Ye Yaoyao, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"fragrant!"

Ye Yaoyao: “…”

"Pot, pot, broken!"

Her cheeks puffed up and she stared with her big eyes at Meng Huaishao who was deliberately seducing her, speaking word by word with difficulty.

"Good~"

Seeing Ye Yaoyao was angry, Meng Huaishao stopped teasing her.

"Eat~"

Meng Huaishao broke up the large piece of meat pie for her and placed it on a plate.

"It tastes better if you eat it in small bites~"

As he said this, he poked Ye Yaoyao's chubby cheeks with his fingertips.

Suddenly, the baby's eyes widened even more.

The meal was spent in a harmonious and cheerful atmosphere.

After dinner, Meng Huaishao took Ye Yaoyao for a walk.

Now that the little one can walk, he can naturally go for walks by himself.

Meng Huaishao's not-so-big hand held the small hand that was not even as big as his palm, and they walked slowly along the path in small steps.

Due to lack of water, many plants have become somewhat withered and yellow, and their originally plump leaves have become narrow and slender.

But despite this, they still survive tenaciously, bringing infinite vitality to this remote mountain village.

Feeling the mountain breeze and smelling the fresh air of nature, Ye Yaoyao felt peace and tranquility.

Here, she can jump around carefree and laugh happily every day.

Relaxed and comfortable.

"Pot! Butterfly!"

Suddenly, Ye Yaoyao seemed to have discovered some new world. She broke free from Meng Huaishao’s hand and ran forward staggeringly.

Meng Huaishao followed and saw that among the weeds, there were tiny flowers growing in pink, blue, and purple colors...

Small, but beautiful.

A colorful butterfly is flying among these wild flowers.

Ye Yaoyao came closer, squatted quietly beside it, and stared at the butterfly carefully.

Meng Huaishao followed and squatted next to her.

After watching for a long time, until the butterfly flew away, Ye Yaoyao reluctantly got up.

"Why don't you take it back?"

Looking at the baby who looked away and seemed a little lost, Meng Huaishao picked him up.

"Outside, freedom!"

A smile appeared on Ye Yaoyao's face again.

Her farm had great space, but it lacked freedom.

Even Xiaoqing and Xiaobai, who are so fascinated by the farm space, want to come out and play.

If she caught the butterfly that couldn't communicate, wouldn't that be tantamount to destroying the butterfly's right to freedom?

The life of a butterfly is very short, and in this short life, it should fly freely.

Even if it doesn't fly high enough or far enough, it is free.

Just like her, even if there is space on the farm, she still longs for the world outside the farm.

That is the trump card, the retreat, but it is not home, nor is it the distance.

Meng Huaishao didn't know about Ye Yaoyao's fleeting sorrow. He just felt that his Yaoyao was too kind.

He touched Ye Yaoyao's little head with a smile on his face: "Then let's go see the butterflies tomorrow~"

"good!"

Ye Yaoyao nodded, then remembered something, took some water and watered the wild flowers.

The more flowers bloom, the more nectar there will be, and the more butterflies there will be.

Xiaoqing and Xiaobai, who were coming down from the mountain, happened to see two people, one big and one small, watering the flowers.

Xiaoqing felt no wavering.

Xiaobai felt mixed emotions.

Thinking back to the beginning, it lost its freedom just for a sip of spring water.

And the wild flowers and grasses on the roadside can easily obtain so much spring water...

But it’s too late to regret now.

The only consolation is that it can soak in spring water every day!

If it knew that the spring water was almost used up every night, it would probably be even more upset.

He could have drunk secretly, but he sold himself out instead.