Chapter 142 (1/2)

At the Laba Festival, Lin Qinghe got up early in the morning and cooked a big pot of delicious Laba porridge.

Although it's only slightly sweet, the Laba porridge made by Lin Qinghe tastes different. It's delicious.

In previous years, Zhou's father and mother didn't come here, so they just scooped up some of the past. One person can have two bowls at most.

But at this time, because of the lack of oil and water, the amount of food for each meal is really large. Although the old couple are not old, they really want to eat. Compared with the 15-6-year-old, they are not bad.

So where two bowls are enough, the most is one and a half full.

However, this year is different. The old couple come here to eat three meals a day, so Laba porridge is naturally free to drink.

”It snowed heavily last night. Did you sleep warm, mom and dad?” When drinking Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe asked.

Last night, Lin Qinghe called both of them to sleep in the house. The family was on a Kang, sleeping soundly.

Although both of them are not young, they are also very happy that the two brothers can come here to sleep.

”Warm, the big quilt is soft and warm.” Mother Zhou said with a smile.

Father Zhou nodded.

It's not only warm under the quilt, but also the new sweater that my wife knitted for him.

Lin Qinghe didn't say anything. Let them drink more Laba porridge.

This kid also asked: ”Niang, do we make bacon this year?”

”Why do you remember?” Lin Qinghe is surprised to see him.

She didn't make bacon last year, the year before last.

”I remember it all.” The two children took over and said.

”What is bacon?” asked Sanwa. ”Is it delicious?” At that time, he was still young. He must have forgotten.

”It's delicious. There's no better meat than steamed salted vegetables.” Said the big one.

”Mom, I haven't eaten yet!” Three children immediately looked at his mother.

”Why haven't you eaten? You don't know how much you've eaten, but you haven't remembered.” Lin Qinghe said.

”That Grandpa must have never eaten it.” Three children on the way.

Zhou's father was silent. When he worked for the landlord's family, the cook saw that he had given a piece of bacon to him. So far, the old man still remembered that he could swallow his tongue.

Mother Zhou didn't know, because Lin Qinghe didn't do much, so she didn't take it.

There is also worry about being said to be extravagant and wasteful, so Lin Qinghe didn't give it.

”If you want to eat, you can say, don't talk about your grandfather.” Said Lin Qinghe.

”Mom, do it.” The three children are not strong enough. They start to be soft.

”I'll ask if there is any meat later. If there is, there will be bacon for the new year. If not, I'll have to wait for our pork.” Said Lin Qinghe.

This year, these two pigs in her family haven't been killed yet. They will be slaughtered around the middle of December, but there's still time to make bacon.

After eating Laba porridge, Lin Qinghe went out by bike.

Zhou Qingbai wants to follow. Lin Qinghe doesn't let him. It's not a big deal. Moreover, it's warmer to ride in this weather. It's too cold to ride.

As long as she wants to buy meat to make bacon, mother Zhou doesn't say anything now.

Besides, she is so old that she doesn't know what the taste of bacon is.

When Lin Qinghe came to Mei Jie's side, he told her about the need for waist meat. This time, it was quite a lot, so Lin Qinghe gave her three food tickets.