Chapter 52 (2/2)

I was going to eat this bean bag at noon, but I changed my mind temporarily.

But pimple soup is also the favorite of big boys and their brothers, especially their mother's pimple soup. It's really delicious.

Pimple soup is very easy to make. Lin Qinghe has a lot of ingredients. There are chopped mushrooms, minced meat and eggs. There is no delicious vegetables in this season. Otherwise, it will taste better with vegetables and tomatoes.

Zhou Qingbai has no problem with what her daughter-in-law does. He eats whatever she does.

When the children had enough to eat and drink, they went to the Kang. At this time, it was snowing outside. It was really too cold.

Lin Qinghe chopped the mutton himself.

Even if the belt bone is three Jin long, Lin Qinghe will put half of it, and the rest half will be kept for eating tomorrow. It can't be put bad this day or so.

Stew it on the coal stove, and you can eat it at night.

”It's too cold this day. Your brothers have dressed me, and they are not allowed to drink cold water. If I know how to drink cold water, I will have nothing to eat at that time!” Lin Qinghe said, especially looking at her.

”I don't have any now!” she cried And it's so cold in winter. I drink cold water only when I'm stupid!

Lin Qinghe nodded, ”no, I'll give you another piece of mutton tonight.”

”I will, too.” Two baby road.

”All right, one more.” Said Lin Qinghe.

Zhou Qingbai looks at their mother and focuses on Lin Qinghe.

Lin Qinghe looked up at him and coughed dryly. ”I'm tired in the morning. Go to sleep.”

”You can sleep, too.” Zhou Qingbai looked at her and said.

Lin Qinghe's almost done with his pants, so he put them away first. His family took a nap on the Kang. When they got up, Lin Qinghe continued to weave them.

Zhou Qingbai is no longer on the Kang. This is the time to make pig food for piggy. He is busy.

Lin Qinghe thinks it's good that she has some wool at home to pass the time. Otherwise, the life will be too boring.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, she finished knitting her trousers.

Then I began to weave the second piece, because there was really nothing to do, and the speed of knitting trousers was not slow at all.

There's really nothing to do in this snowy day.

The smell of mutton and wolfberry soup in the pot is fragrant. Seeing the heat is almost over, Lin Qinghe ladles some to Zhou Qingbai and sends them to Zhou Fu and Zhou mu.

Even if the big baby, outside the snow is not small, the day is too cold, stay in the house.

”Mutton soup? You keep it for yourself. You don't have to bring it. ” Zhou said.

”My daughter-in-law asked for it.” Zhou Qingbai said, and then went to the kitchen to get the bowl, and poured it out, just two bowls, and two pieces of mutton, one for each.

Zhou Qingbai didn't stay much. He went back after he came out.

Zhou's father, Zhou's mother, was not polite, so they drank the warm mutton soup.

”The old four's skill is really good.” Mother Zhou is drinking soup, so to speak.

Whether it's salted eggs or this mutton soup or the ginger and jujube soup that comes from time to time, it's very delicious.

And mother Zhou also feels that her body and bones seem to have warmed a lot this year. I don't know if it's the relationship between soup and water?