Nongbao is three and a half years old in the famine year, and the whole family is a big villain

Eight people appeared neatly in Luo Yan and the others' room, and the originally spacious room suddenly seemed cramped.

Everyone stared at the four dozen delicately packaged oil-paper bags on the table.

Several people frantically opened the greased paper packets, stuffing their mouths full.

Even Luo Zhe, with one in his mouth and another in his hand.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his little feet dangling involuntarily while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Is it so delicious?" Luo Yan said amusedly, and then stretched out his hand to pinch an osmanthus cake and stuffed it into his mouth.

The dense and soft osmanthus cake can be said to melt in the mouth.

The rich sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance bursts out in the mouth.

It's not very sweet but it's full of ingredients.

Luo Jiaojiao also pinched a piece, which made her small body shake her head involuntarily, it was indeed delicious.

During the half month that Luo Yuan and the others came to Beijing for their journey, it can be said that they lived and slept in the open.

I met a lot of refugees along the way, their noses were sharp, and they rushed towards the slightly hot smell in the carriage like a dog smelling a bun.

They didn't even dare to eat anything hot during the journey, they could only eat the dry food that Luo Yan had prepared in the carriage earlier.

The weather is cold now, and the dry food in the carriage has not shown signs of going bad for half a month.

After finally arriving in the capital, I thought I could eat something warm, but I didn't expect it to taste like this.

It's not as good as the dry food they put in their carriage for half a month.

Seeing them like this, Luo Yan couldn't laugh or cry.

"Everyone pack up your luggage, we have already bought a yard in the capital today, let's cook there then."

Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard it, and they stared at Luo Yan in unison.

The pastries on hand are not fragrant anymore.

"Quick, apprentice, quickly help the old man back to pack his luggage."

"Hurry up, go back and pack your things."

"I want to eat my sister's cooking, let's go."

With just one sentence, Luo Yuan and the others walked and ran, and the whole room instantly seemed empty.

In less than a quarter of an hour, a family of eight appeared neatly at the door of the restaurant.

Luo Jiaojiao couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene, which was like a military training gathering.

Luo Yan has opened the house for seven days, even if he has already bought the yard, he still wants to stay for a few more days, so as not to waste money.

However, the food in the restaurant was too unpalatable.

Luo Jiaojiao frowned her cute little brows, thinking about the taste of today's meal involuntarily in her mind.

The rotten taste full of earthy smell seemed to be still swirling on the tip of her tongue.

I quickly stuffed a toffee into my mouth to make it better.

She didn't only care about herself, and after a while, the whole family had a sweet, soft and fragrant toffee in their mouths.

Luo Jiaojiao and the others had asked about this restaurant before they came, and it was already one of the best restaurants in the capital.

From this point of view, the capital does not seem to be much better than the outside...

They have a lot of people and a lot of luggage, and the new yard is still some distance away from the restaurant.

In addition to the carriage at home, Luo Yan ordered three carriages.

When we arrived, everyone seemed eager to choose a room.

That couple is a fastidious person, and every room inside is cleaned cleanly.

So clean that they don't need a second cleaning.

It's just that there are no bedding and the like in it, and it needs to be purchased again.

But these are not problems.

Luo Jiaojiao went to the stove first, and put all condiments and some common fruits, vegetables, fish, eggs and meat into it.

There were not many ingredients, just enough for them to eat for two days.

The outside is no better than the inside of a supermarket, and time stands still.

If it is placed outside, the ingredients are easy to spoil.

But fortunately, the weather is still cold now, so it's not a problem to keep the ingredients outside for two days.

A whole wall of firewood, as well as enough tableware and tableware were stuffed against the wall.

These tableware are carefully selected by Luo Jiaojiao in the supermarket, tableware in line with the background of the times.

Then he stuffed quilts that could fit eight beds in his own room.

After tilting his little head and thinking carefully that there was nothing he had forgotten, he patted his little hand and came out of the supermarket.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Luo Yan standing at the door.

Luo Yan reached out and touched Luo Jiaojiao's soft and dark hair, and said softly, "It's hard work to fill the kitchen."

Luo Jiaojiao grinned, stretched out her small hand to grab Luo Yan's fingers, and pulled her into the room.

Stretching out a finger like a radish, pointing to the pile of quilts on his bed, "quilt."

"My father and mother sent it." Luo Jiaojiao added.

"I know." Luo Yan chuckled.

In addition to this reason, what other reasons can there be?

It's just that they knew in their hearts that when the Luo family's parents were alive, they hadn't been able to produce these things that they had never heard of or seen.

Instead, after they passed away, these things were delivered to them one by one by Luo Jiaojiao's hands.

How is this possible?

But maybe Luo Jiaojiao is still young and doesn't recognize immortals, so she can only recognize her as a deceased father and mother, which is also possible.

But whether this is the case or not, there is no harm to them in the end.

Luo Jiaojiao said it was sent by her father and mother, so it must be.

Luo Yan poked Luo Jiaojiao's tender face, and asked her to sit aside and play.

Then they called Luo Yuan and others to start making beds room by room.

While they were making the bed, Luo Jiaojiao started to patrol the small yard with her little hands behind her back, followed by Luo Zhe.

Think carefully about what else is missing.

Hmm... There is one less tub here, put it on.

There are two less pots here, put them on and put them on.

Towels, toothbrushes, and the big guy's clothes...

Luo Zhe behind him stretched out his little finger and pointed at Luo Jiaojiao, his little face was full of disbelief.

Luo Jiaojiao turned her head and put her hands on her hips, confidently saying, "My father and mother let it go."

Luo Zhe blinked, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, full of admiration and sparkling.

It was as if he had really seen Father and Mother.

Pure as if never hurt.

Luo Jiaojiao didn't know why, and her heart softened for a moment.

He took out a candy from his small cloth bag and put it in front of Luo Zhe, "Tell me about the lollipop."

"Ah... ah..."

"You said lollipop, I'll give you this candy, Xiao Liu."

Luo Zhe's expression became a little anxious, and he stretched out two small hands, gesticulating something in a hurry.

But Luo Jiaojiao understood.

He said, you can't call me Xiaoliu, you have to call me brother...

"Ah...ah..."

For some reason, Luo Jiaojiao felt sore in her heart, as if her heart had been soaked in vinegar for 49 days.

There were tears in the sour eyes.

She knew in her heart that Luo Zhe couldn't speak now, but she still had unrealistic hopes in her heart.

The moment her hope was shattered, she felt lost and sad, Luo Zhe is such a good child...