The fake daughter is so crazy! After going to the countryside, she is spoiled by a rough man every d

"I understand." He Jidong said, "Anyway, as long as it doesn't involve money and tickets, eggs, sweet potatoes, cassava, and anything else can be exchanged."

"Dad, is this what you mean?" After saying this, He Jidong looked at He Zhiqiang and asked him.

He Zhiqiang nodded, "In addition to food, things you use can also be exchanged."

"I've wanted to replace the bamboo pot brush for a long time," said Xu Zhaodi.

Liao Hongmei followed suit and said, "There is also a loofah scoop for washing dishes."

"While there is still time, let's go and take a look. If someone really comes to exchange something at home, then consider exchanging some for them." Shi Chunlan said, "Then consider exchanging some for them."

"it is good."

The whole family agreed in unison.

Then they dispersed and each went to check the daily necessities they needed.

Xu Zhaodi stayed behind to wait for He Jing, "Jingjing, I never knew you were so amazing."

"If you make some pickled beans, the whole village will be envious and want them by all means."

"That's not true." He Jing shook her head and denied it, "Everyone is giving me face."

Xu Zhaodi waved her hand and said, "Hey, what's the point of saving face? If your cooking is not delicious, who will care about you?"

"Don't be so modest. Even if you tell them the method, no one can make it taste exactly the same as yours." Xu Zhaodi felt happy thinking about the eggs, cassava and sweet potatoes.

His attitude towards He Jing became more polite, but he couldn't help but talk to her.

"Jingjing, if you can make some delicious pickled vegetables in the future, remember to make more."

"It would be best if we could also exchange it."

He Jing smiled, "I'll try my best."

Xu Zhaodi went back satisfied.

As soon as he entered the room, He Jidong asked her, "What did you say to my little sister?"

"What can I say? Just a compliment." Xu Zhaodi glanced over and pretended to be unhappy. "Why, do you think I bully your sister?"

"No." He Jidong was really wronged. He was just asking out of curiosity and didn't think so much about it.

"Jingjing is not He Fangfang." When He Fangfang was mentioned, Xu Zhaodi immediately rolled her eyes, "Your sister is really hardworking."

"The one in front..." Xu Zhaodi snorted, "He eats but doesn't work, and when he does work, he breaks things."

Can be compared?

Absolutely not.

Xu Zhaodi rolled her eyes and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

"Yes, yes, yes." He Jidong didn't dare to say anything more, for fear that the gunpowder fuse would burn him.

Before work.

Indeed, many people in the village came to the He family to ask about the recipe of pickled beans, and only a few families wanted to order more pickled beans.

But Shi Chunlan said that the sour beans were gone.

Actually, there are some.

But she wanted to keep some for her own family, and also give some to her two daughters-in-law to send to their in-laws.

Although there were no sour beans, He Jing told everyone how to make them.

Zhou Cuihong from next door heard it and snorted in her heart. It’s just a way to cook pickled beans. What’s there to praise about it?

There is not much difference in this approach.

Although she thought so, Zhou Cuihong still pressed close to the wall, pricked up her ears, and listened carefully and attentively.

Liu Xiangqiao saw it, rolled her eyes, and went out to go to work.

Inside the house, Chen Dabao ate two large bowls of multi-grain porridge with sour beans. Even though his stomach was so full, he still couldn't help eating more.

He ate all the sour beans.

Chen Dabao was unhappy and yelled at the top of his lungs, "Mother!"

“The sour beans are gone!”

"I want more!"

His voice is loud.

This scared Zhou Cuihong who was eavesdropping.

Zhou Cuihong knew she was heard, and blushed, "What do you want?"

"Nothing at all!"

Everyone in the He family next door heard it.

He Jing didn't take it seriously. The other villagers couldn't help laughing and then started talking about their own interesting stories.

"These sour beans are really delicious. My grandson ate them all last night."

"Not in my family. They still cry for more after they finish eating."

"Not only that, my old man is also greedy. He almost fought with his grandson for it last night."

"Well, I made breakfast this morning and came to ask if I could have some more pickled beans."

"Although we don't have sour beans, He Jing told us how to make it. We can do it, but we just have to wait a few more days."

"Chunlan, your daughter is great, she is beautiful and kind."

"As expected of Chunlan's daughter, she has learned this skill 100%."

"That's right. She's back from the city and she's neither arrogant nor impatient. She's much better than the adopted daughter before."

Shi Chunlan was happy to hear this, but when she thought of He Fangfang, a trace of loneliness flashed across her eyes.

The villagers talked for a while, and then left the He family as it was almost time to go to work.

When Shi Chunlan went into the house to tidy up, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the bottle that He Fangfang had made with origami. After a pause, Shi Chunlan moved the bottle inside and covered it with other objects.

Only then did he go out.

at the same time.

At Zhou Cuihong's house next door, she could no longer hear the He family's voices. She turned to look at Chen Dabao and glared at him unhappily, "Eat, eat, eat. All you do is eat all day long."

"Besides eating, what else can you do?"

Chen Dabao pouted, "Grandma, it was you who said before that being able to eat is a blessing."

"I want some sour beans, too."

"No more." Zhou Cuihong said.

Chen Dabao lost his temper, "I don't care, I want it, get it for me!"

After saying that, Chen Dabao rolled over on the ground and started yelling.

Zhou Cuihong was furious. She took a feather duster and wanted to beat him but couldn't bear to do it. She could only agree, "I'll do it for you!"

"Really?" Chen Dabao asked.

Zhou Cuihong nodded reluctantly.

Chen Dabao was happy. He got up, went into the house, picked up his schoolbag and ran out, "Grandma, I'm going to school."

primary school.

He Jinbao, He Yinbao, He Jinbao and He Miaomiao have all arrived at school.

When the children of Hekou Village saw them, they rushed over and surrounded them.

"Jinbao, do you have any sour beans at home?"

"Jinbao, can you give me some of your sour beans?"

"Yinbao, I'll play with you. Can you give me some pickled beans?"

"Miaomiao, how do you make pickled beans?"

…………

When Chen Dabao came back and saw a group of people surrounding the He family, he snorted, raised his chin, and said loudly, "My grandma can also make sour beans!"

Everyone looked over when they heard the noise, and someone asked, "Can your grandma give it to us if she makes it?"

"If you can give it to me, I'll play with you."

"Is it delicious as cooked by the He family?"

Several children came over and surrounded Chen Dabao, asking him questions one after another.

Chen Dabao enjoyed this feeling very much. He looked at Jinbao and the others with great pride and said with a smile, "Of course."

"I'll tell my grandma when I get back at noon."

"When it's done, I'll send it to you!"

Chen Dabao is very generous.

After hearing this, Miaomiao tugged at the corner of Jinbao's clothes slightly and asked anxiously, "Brother, what should we do?"

Everyone at home is waiting to exchange the sour beans for something else.

If Chen Dabao really does it and gives it away, it will be gone.

The more Miaomiao thought about it, the more worried she became.

"Don't worry about it." Jinbao held her hand and shook his head at her, "His grandmother won't let him go."

If Chen Dabao really wanted to give up, he wouldn't snatch food from others.

Jinbao snorted and turned his head away without even looking at him.

Jinbao and Yinbao glanced at each other and returned to their seats.

Miaomiao felt relieved a little, took another look and then ignored it.