The happy little days of the Ye family

Tang Xiaojing gave one big chicken leg to Ye Qingqing, another big chicken leg to Tangshan, and gnawed on the chicken wings.

Just after taking a bite, Ye Qingqing narrowed her eyes with happiness.

"This roasted chicken is wrapped in lotus leaves and grilled. The taste is really different. With the fragrance of lotus leaves, it doesn't taste greasy at all."

"Moreover, the outside is coated with mud, which locks in the meat juice and aroma, making the roasted chicken more tender and juicy."

Ye Qingqing plans to pick some lotus leaves back when she goes down the mountain, make lotus leaf rice, steamed pork with lotus leaves, and many other ways to make them.

Tangshan finished a large chicken leg in a few seconds, and then tore off a large piece of chicken breast, not forgetting to praise Ye Qingqing:

"Qingqing is still smart. The roasted chicken made this way is indeed more delicious than roasting it directly in the fire."

Tang Xiaojing gnawed on the chicken wings silently, without even thinking about talking.

"Ouch, uh, uh, uh..."

"Hmm, huh, huh..."

Big Huang and Xiao Huang saw the three of them eating deliciously, and hummed and called.

Dahuang also anxiously pulled Tang Xiaojing's thigh twice with his hands.

It was because the roast chicken was so fragrant that Tang Xiaojing suddenly remembered and forgot about these two big guys.

Tang Xiaojing quickly broke off the chicken head, neck, and butt and threw them to them.

Ye Qingqing finished eating the chicken legs and threw the bones to Xiao Huang.

Before the bone even hit the ground, Xiao Huang raised his head and took the bone into his mouth.

With a few clicks, a chicken bone entered Xiao Huang's belly.

Tang Xiaojing also threw the bone in his hand to Dahuang. Dahuang moved faster and jumped up to bite the bone while it was still in mid-air.

Rhubarb has good teeth and can crush bones into pieces with just two clicks and swallow them into its stomach.

The pheasant was not big, so the three of them finished it quickly. Tang Xiaojing broke the remaining chicken skeleton into two halves, and Dahuang and Xiaohuang ate their own halves with big mouthfuls.

The hare originally only weighed about three kilograms. After peeling off the skin and removing the internal organs, there was only one tiny one.

The three people and two dogs quickly finished the food.

After eating the barbecue, the three of them were almost full and spread out on the rocks to rest.

Ye Qingqing touched her protruding belly, which felt as round as if she had been pregnant for three months.

Not only them, Rhubarb and Xiaohuang also had chubby stomachs, lying lazily at Ye Qingqing's feet to rest.

In the afternoon, the three continued to weed and fertilize the remaining herbs.

Tang Xiaojing also picked a few wild herbs of good vintage.

There are a total of two Polygonatum spp., one Polygonum multiflorum and one Gastrodia elata, which are worth more than two taels of silver when prepared.

There were not many herbs left, and the three of them worked for most of an hour before they were all ready.

Tang Xiaojing piled the pulled weeds together, and after drying, they could be burned into ashes for fertilizer.

Ye Qingqing was thinking about Chenchen at home and urged Tang Xiaojing to go back as soon as he finished his work.

"Mr. Hurry up, hurry up. This is the first time I've been away from Chenchen for so long. I don't know how the little guy is doing."

The three of them climbed out of the valley and when they reached the foot of the mountain, the sun had already set in the west and was about to set on the top of the mountain.

On the way back, Tang Xiaojing drove the bullock cart very fast, and the carriage kept making a buzzing noise.

There were a lot of small holes and rocks on the road, and Ye Qingqing hit his head several times.

Dahuang and Xiaohuang hit their heads directly.

Xiao Huang grinned in pain and was very dissatisfied with Tang Xiaojing who was driving the car.

When he got home, Ye Qingqing felt that his buttocks were numb and he had no feeling.

Moreover, my legs were a little weak when I got off the bullock cart. Fortunately, I was supported by Tang Xiaojing beside me.

After standing up, Ye Qingqing quickly opened the door and entered.

"Chenchen, my dear son, I'm back!"

Aunt Chen heard Ye Qingqing's voice and hurriedly came out holding Chenchen in her arms.

"Chechen, look, who is that?" Aunt Chen pointed at Ye Qingqing and showed it to the little guy.

Ye Qingqing walked over quickly, "Chenchen, do you miss me?"

"Yeah ah..."

As soon as the little guy saw her, he excitedly stretched out his little hands to hug her.

Seeing his son, Ye Qingqing's heart softened, but thinking of how sweaty he was on the mountain, he quickly went to the kitchen to wash his hands.

When she came back, she was about to pick up the little guy, but Chenchen retracted her little hand and turned her head angrily, refusing to look at her.

The little figure looked aggrieved and pitiful, which made Ye Qingqing feel distressed.

Aunt Chen smiled and said: "You have been out for too long today, and the little guy is angry. In the afternoon, Chenchen has been refusing to sleep, looking around looking for you."

This was the first time Chenchen was angry with her, and Ye Qingqing hurried forward to comfort her with a guilty look on her face.

"Chenchen, why are you ignoring mother?"

The little guy just didn't want to turn around and pointed his butt at Ye Qingqing.

Tang Xiaojing on the side looked at the little guy's angry look and wanted to laugh but felt distressed at the same time.

Then it felt a little sour. He went out to work every day and came back in the evening. Why didn't the little guy miss him?

Seeing Ye Qingqing coaxing the child, the father and son could not intervene, so they moved the mushrooms and herbs off the cart and took them to the backyard to sort them out.

When Ye Qingqing saw that the little guy was angry, no matter how much he coaxed him, he just didn't want to turn his little head around.

So he walked behind Aunt Chen, but when the little guy saw her, he immediately turned his face away.

"The little guy is quite angry."

Ye Qingqing simply took his son from Aunt Chen, hugged him and kissed him twice, then made funny faces to make him happy.

After coaxing her for a while, Chenchen gave her a good look.

"Chenchen, my sweetheart, do you miss your mother?"

"Yeah."

As if he understood, the little guy nodded towards Ye Qingqing and showed a bright smile.

"We miss you so much. You're so good." Ye Qingqing hugged him and kissed her tender little face twice more.

After a while, the little guy arched his little head towards Ye Qingqing's chest. It looked like he was hungry.

Aunt Chen on the side smiled and said: "The little guy is quite picky about food. He refuses to eat rice cereal and egg custard. I took him over to find Qingmei in the afternoon."

"The little guy recognizes me. He was reluctant to drink Qingmei's milk at first, but after being hungry for a while, he drank the milk obediently. He also played with his little cousin for a long time."

Ye Qingqing carried Chenchen back to the house, and Aunt Chen also brought in a basin of clean water.

Ye Qingqing wiped his chest twice with a clean handkerchief, and then picked up the little guy to feed him.

Just after feeding, the little guy yawned and wanted to sleep.

Ye Qingqing hugged the child and patted the back gently. After a while, the little guy fell asleep.

After putting the child to sleep, Ye Qingqing went to the backyard. By this time, the father and son had already packed away the mushrooms they had collected.

Ye Qingqing gave Aunt Chen some common mushrooms that were not in good quality.

"Auntie, you can take these mushrooms home and eat them."

When Mrs. Chen saw that these mushrooms were all of different quality, she accepted them without any shirk.

"Aunt Chen, when can Chenchen call someone?" Ye Qingqing couldn't wait to hear the little guy call her mother.

Aunt Chen couldn't help but laugh when she thought that Chenchen was still a little more than three months old:

"It's still early. At least we have to wait until Chenchen is eight months old."

"It takes so long."

Ye Qingqing looked disappointed. Chenchen was only more than three months old now, and she had to wait about four or five months.

Aunt Chen got up to prepare the ingredients for dinner, while Ye Qingqing packed a small basket of black fungus and a basket of miscellaneous mushrooms.

The black fungus was to be sent to the Wang family, while the miscellaneous fungus Ye Qingqing carried it to the Ye family.