"If no one is funny or companion, people will be stunned.

Especially those who are locked up at home all day, who are originally smart, will be fooled."

Zhao Yuanle just said casually, but Widow Yu suddenly remembered some sad things.

She didn't reveal it, but just locked these things in her mind soon.

Here, my son pinched a handful of Qingming cuisine and delivered it to Zhao Yuanle.

When Zhao Yuanle saw that his youngest man had picked all the Qingming Festival dishes at home, and there was not a single wild one.

There is a layer of slightly white velvet on the surface of these two Qingming dishes, which makes the dumplings taste better. The wild ones are pure green, and the flowers are also white, so the dumplings taste worse.

Widow Yu asked about doing Qingming Festival dumplings on Qingming Festival.

"I have wild onions here. Do you want it? Add bacon and pickles to wrap it together, it's very fragrant."

Zhao Yuanle: "I like to eat stuffed without fillings. It is best to eat it by dipping it in white sugar. The rice dumplings are the same, and the dumplings are also the same. I also like to eat sweet glutinous rice cakes. I also want to eat sweet glutinous rice cakes, add brown sugar.

Well, anyway, as long as it is this kind of thing, I like to eat sweet ones, only tofu, I want to eat spicy ones.”

Widow Yu listened to what Zhao Yuanle said, a smile appeared on her face.

“I love sweet too.”

But she felt that Qingming dumplings could be filled with no fillings or some stuffed ones, such as chopping wild onions and dried bacon and pickles into them, which tasted so fragrant.

Seeing that the widow insisted so much, Zhao Yuanle promised to go back with the wild onions later.

My little one listened carefully next to him, but he never heard of the action of pinching Qingming cuisine. Every time he pinched a large one, he would show it to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle cooperated and praised him very much, and he went to find another bigger one with satisfaction.

Yu the widow's eyes fell on the youngest son from time to time.

After playing for a while, my son wanted to drink water.

Widow Yu quickly got up and went in to pour water for her youngest son. When she arrived at the door, she asked Zhao Yuanle again if she could drink it.

Zhao Yuanle nodded.

When Widow Yu came out, she was holding two bowls of water in her hand. Before she could get close, Zhao Yuanle could smell the sweet smell of honey.

The youngest took the water, took a big sip with the bowl, and after that, he said thank you to Widow Yu.

Widow Yu: "I'm so sensible. I usually eat by myself, right?"

Zhao Yuanle nodded: "Yes, he seems to have eaten with a spoon by himself when he is over one year old, and his posture is correct. Now he can eat with chopsticks by himself, so we don't have to pick up food for him."

When the youngest heard Zhao Yuanle's praise for him, he couldn't help but thrust his chest up, trying to show a proud expression, but he felt that this seemed not good, so he could only hold it in, but the pride on his eyebrows could not be concealed.

Widow Yu smiled and said, "I don't have sugar here. You will come again next time. I'll get you some malt sugar."

Zhao Yuanle was a little surprised: "You can still make maltose by yourself?"

Widow Yu: "This is not difficult, it just takes some time for wheat seedlings. Oh, I forgot that I don't have glutinous rice, so I have to buy some glutinous rice."

When Zhao Yuanle heard this raw material, he thought to himself that no wonder sugar has always been expensive. It is all made of real food.

After a while, Zhao Yuanle's back could no longer fit, so she started playing with her youngest.

The three of them went to see the flower wall together. At this time, it was not as lush as Zhao Yuanle when he first came to see it. There were basically only flower buds and sporadic half-blooming flowers.

Because once these flowers bloom, the Widow will pick them immediately.

Widow Yu: "I will collect all these flowers for you, and I will give them to you after they are dried."

Zhao Yuanle: "When I sell it in the future, I will buy you other ones."

Widow Yu just smiled.

She doesn't care about these things at all now. She can eat enough and not starve to death, and she can wear and be cold to death when she goes out.

She never thought about the rest.

Her orphan, without her family, and her men and children are gone, and she is alone. Many times, no one will notice her even if she dies.

She was actually not afraid of death. For a long time, death was a relief for her.

But there are still many times when she wants to live, not for anything, but just feels unwilling to give up in her heart, and feels that if she seeks death directly, she is giving up.

Besides, she was worried that after she died, no one would sweep the graves and burn incense for her man and son.

After thinking about it, Widow Yu came back to her senses and continued to talk to Zhao Yuanle.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the number of these buds and estimated how much they could be collected, and then told Widow Yu how much they could be sold.

At this time, the black cat with different eyes appeared aside, with a green snake in its mouth.

Zhao Yuanle looked at the black cat, and the black cat turned his head proudly, jumped away with his spicy strips in his mouth and gracefully.

My youngest remembered the cat, and his gaze fell back as the cat turned.

Zhao Yuanle: "This cat is really amazing."

Widow Yu: "Wild cats are like this."

Zhao Yuanle: "I would have loved the little tabby cat I have at home, if it were so powerful."

At this time, the tabby cat was grabbing Zhao Yuanlan's hidden things on He Ju's bed with his claws.

Its small body has driven away the bad mouse many times. Now it just wants to eat something delicious, but it really can't get rid of the bread outside.

Zhao Ercheng was lying on the bed and could only reach out to tease the little black back that was almost invisible in the shadows.

At noon, Zhao Yuanle was the first to go home, carrying a pig grass on his back, carrying a basket of wild onions, holding a young man in one hand, and following him five rows of piglets.

The scene was really spectacular. When passing by the entrance of the village, it attracted enough attention and made many children in the village willingly call the Pig King.

Zhao Yuanle was not resistant to this title.

Then Zhao Sancheng returned home. He led the cow and placed the hoe in the corner of the wall. He sat on the small stool beside the door and began to scrape the mud on his shoes.

The last ones came back were He Ju and Zhao Yuanlan.

But Zhao Yuanle looked at the faces of these two people and felt that the two seemed to be quarreling.

After hearing Zhao Yuanle's question, Zhao Yuanlan spoke first: "We didn't make arguing. We met Wang Lili's grandmother on the way and we were arguing with her."

Zhao Yuanle: "Did you lose the quarrel?"

Zhao Yuanlan: "I won." As she said that, she couldn't help but look at He Ju.

Then, she whispered to Zhao Yuanle: "Wang Lili's grandmother laughed at my mother for not having a son, and she was so angry that she scolded her whole family for being like a pile of dog shit. The family raised lice as their ancestors. Her feet were stinky and she was famous for being famous for ten miles. She was also angry."

Zhao Yuanle patted Zhao Yuanlan on the shoulder.

"You are still the one who can curse people."

At this time, He Ju suddenly spoke.

"Xiaolan, I will go back to my parents' house tomorrow. At that time, I will call my brother and others to celebrate the Qingming Festival. You and Lele will take care of your youngest son tomorrow and have a good meal."

Just as the two nodded, He Ju asked again: "Do you want to eat beef tripe or beef baiye?"

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Chapter completed!