Chapter 570 (2/2)

But for now, he feels honored.

He put the eggs in the basket and held them in his hand. He felt that he had never mentioned such a heavy thing in his life, which was the basis of the people's survival.

Mu Tianxing is sleeping in bed. In the evening, he is woken up by a scream in the yard: ”Grandma! I'm back! I am hungry! Grandma! ”

She rubbed her eyes and got up, thinking it must be the landlord's grandson.

The bed was by the window. I opened the old cloth curtains and looked at an eight or nine year old boy, happily carrying his schoolbag, running to the well.

Mu Tianxing is scared!

Children can't play by the well. What can I do if they fall down!

She hurriedly put on her shoes and rushed out. When she rushed to the door of the house, she looked out and saw that the child was very skillful in drawing water and opening her mouth to drink.

She also wanted to say: there are parasites in the water, so they can't give raw water to children!

But as soon as she stepped out, her shoulders were held down by a pair of big hands.

She looked back at linglie and looked at her with no expression. She whispered: ”everyone has their way of life. They have never had a higher education. Naturally, we can't ask them with our eyes. Mother has been vigorously building rural children's education, these years rural children can go to school even if they can't afford the tuition. But the faculty and the scope of teaching are still weak. We have seen it today. When we go back, we will popularize safety knowledge, health knowledge, etc. for children. That's what we have to do. ”

Therefore, don't disturb people's normal life at this time. They are only tenants now. Their words are far less effective than those of teachers in school.

Mu Tianxing sighed and glanced at the prepared dishes on the small table, which were fragrant. He went forward and said, ”is today a eggplant feast?”

The wooden table was clean. Mu Tianxing went up and took a stool to sit down.

Steamed whole eggplant, braised eggplant, shredded eggplant with fish fragrance, and a plate of pork with radish. Two bowls of rice have been put there.

Mu Tianxing picked up the chopsticks and tasted: ”it's delicious.”

Linglie smiled, turned around and went to the front of the pot, walking along the way: ”and fried eggs with green onions.”

In his life, he has never eaten fried eggs with green onions.

He wanted to tell the grandmother that one can only eat one egg a day. If the cholesterol in the yolk is too high, it will do harm to the human body.

But he didn't say.

Because she must not understand.

He just said to himself in his heart: we must find a way to improve the quality of the whole people and popularize common sense of life, we must!

Fried two eggs, the rest two for breakfast tomorrow morning.

Cut some radish slices to make soup, sprinkle a little scallion.

When he walked out with his eggs, he saw that there was no one in the small hall, and Mu Tianxing was sitting in the yard with a smile like flowers. She moved out the small dining table, stool and vegetables.

”Uncle! The scenery here is good! The sunset is so beautiful that we eat it in the yard! ”

Linglie's two hands hold the ears of the small pot of radish soup, and the plate of fried eggs with scallion is on the shelf. He walks over with a smile: ”OK, I'll eat it in the yard.”