Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"Let's eat. Today is old-fashioned spicy hotpot with red oil. I also made fried chicken to go with it."

Red oil old-fashioned spicy hotpot

fried chicken

There was no need to worry about road construction. The delicious food in front of us was serious. Everyone took one and went to the dining room.

It's time to cook.

Qiao Jinshu was chewing on the chicken drumsticks, his mouth full of oil. He held the drumsticks with chopsticks and dropped them several times. He immediately put down his chopsticks and gnawed directly with his hands.

"Jinshu, forget it at home. If it's outside, no matter how delicious it is, you can't do this. Do you understand?" Shi Yan was always polite and said in a gentle tone.

"I know, brother, I always have a sense of control outside. Don't you know me yet? Come on, come on, try this place with a lot of chili noodles."

Before Yan could say anything, Qiao Jinshu stuffed a piece of chicken drumstick into his mouth and touched his mouth with his fingers.

"How is it? Is it delicious? The fried chicken skin is crispy and not greasy at all, and the chili noodles are also fragrant."

Shi Yan was helpless, chewing the chicken drumstick in his mouth, and couldn't control the smile on his face.

Wen Li had always had a bad appetite. He only ate a chopstick of Malatang and a few bites of fried chicken. He didn't want to eat anymore. After sitting for a while, he couldn't even smell it and covered his chest.

"My wife, you eat slowly, I'll go check on the children."

He went outside and breathed in the fresh air. He felt much better, and part of the tired feeling just now disappeared.

Song Tingran ate quickly and asked the other husbands to eat slowly. She asked Wen Li.

"Are you not full? I saw that you liked eating spicy hotpot before. What's wrong with you today?"

"No, my wife, you also know that I have always had a picky appetite since I was pregnant, so don't worry about me."

Song Tingran was still worried. It would definitely not work if he didn't eat like this.

"Could I cook you a bowl of noodles and add poached eggs?"

He frowned and shook his head.

"Then let's eat egg fried rice, it's lighter."

Hesitantly shook his head.

There are eggs in both of them, but the reactions are different. For a while, I couldn't figure out whether poached eggs or scrambled eggs were bad, but rice might be okay. Song Tingran continued to ask.

"Well, I'll make you claypot rice with spareribs and braised pork?"

Shake his head.

"How about the vegetable clay pot rice, vegetarian? How about an omelette?"

Think, shake your head.

Song Tingran searched for the delicious food in his mind, snapped his fingers, told Wen Ci to sleep here with the children, and then went directly to the kitchen.

She wanted to make seaweed rice for Wen Li. It was simple and light.

First, he put a large pot of rice into it. The rice in it should be clearly defined, so Song Tingran added a little less water so that it would not be hard when cooked.

Then start preparing other ingredients.

While they were chopping carrots, the husbands came with dirty rice bowls in their hands, and they also finished eating.

Shi Yan stood next to Song Tingran, gently pressed his hand on her wrist, and said, "My wife, let me do it. Be careful not to cut your hand."

"No, just cut a carrot. I saw that Wen Li didn't like to eat, so I made some for him separately. Just in time, this kimbap is delicious even when it's cold. Once it's done, you can eat it with an empty mouth in the afternoon."

"Yeah, but I'll do it."

Shi Yan insisted not to let go, and stroked the back of her hand little by little with his index finger, and then gradually moved it into the palm of his hand.

"Then, you can cut it."

Finally, everyone made this kimbap together, with shredded carrots, spinach, eggs, and pickled pickled radish strips in it.

These four side dishes are enough and only need the blessing of rice and seaweed.

In fact, you can also use seaweed outside, and the taste will be different, but Song Tingran was afraid that Wen Li would faint from hunger, so he didn't make seaweed.

Qiao Jinshu looked at the seaweed rice. Although he was full, he still felt very hungry. He turned away and didn't look at it.

"Jinshu, your back hurts from standing there all the time. Go and take a rest."

"Ah, no, I don't want to eat."

...

Qiao Jinshu accidentally said what was in his heart. He felt embarrassed and stood there biting his lip. His mind was racing, wondering how to come back to his senses.

"Open your mouth, ah." Song Tingran took a piece of seaweed rice and put it to Qiao Jinshu's mouth.

"Isn't this good? Brother Wenli hasn't eaten it yet. Well, let me give him a taste."

Qiao Jinshu ate it in one bite, chewing it with satisfaction, gesturing with his thumb, and his eyes lit up.

"I'm going to deliver it to Wen Li. I've made so much and can't finish it. You guys can eat it. If it's not enough, I'll make it for you."

The husbands all tasted the food in the kitchen, because they had just eaten, but they couldn't eat enough. Even Qiao Jinshu was still fighting.

Song Tingran came to Wen Li's room. He didn't sleep either, so he leaned against the bed and pushed the cradle with Cancan inside.

"Come on, I've made kimbap, give it a try and see if it suits your taste?"

"Thank you, my wife, for even cooking for me. Actually, I don't need to because I have a picky taste."

Wen Li loves to cry, and now that he has a child, he loves to cry even more. Just such a small thing makes his eyes filled with tears.

"Are you talking too much? Did you drop some pearls to season the kimbap?"

Wen Li was amused, and looked at the kimbap on the plate and felt a little appetizing.

I took a small taste first. The rice was still warm, and although the dishes inside were bland, they were still flavorful.

So a big mouthful.

"Master Wife, it's delicious."

"Slow down, take a drink of water, don't choke."

After Wen Li finished eating, he fell directly on the bed and fell asleep. Song Tingran took Cancan away and closed the door for him.

After playing with the children for a while, Song Tingran took Shi Yan to the pine forest.

"Who would have thought that this place used to be deserted and no one would think about it, but now it is so good."

Shi Yan touched the swing, which had just been installed with a wooden frame. Song Tingran saw that the top was not dirty, so he sat on it directly, shook it twice, and then pulled Shi Yan to sit next to it.

He just happened to sit down, and the two of them were very close to each other.

"My wife, there are still workers here. I'd better get up and help you push the swing."

"No need, they are working, they can't take care of us."

There is a backrest at the back of the swing. It must be said that Chen Fa's design has an excellent arc, so you can completely relax while swinging.

The more they played, the more energetic they became, and the swing became very high, and laughter spread in this corner.

Liu Yun stood on the side of the swing, not embarrassed to speak. After all, this scene was so sweet that she couldn't be disturbed, so she just waited aside.

"Foreman Liu, where is this climbing frame?" asked a loud voice.

Liu Yun wanted her to lower her voice but it was too late, so he had to hide his face and said: "Put it over there. All the climbing frames are put in the same area."

Song Tingran and Shi Yan's swings also stopped.

As Shi Yan adjusted his unwrinkled clothes, Song Tingran said to Liu Yun, "I didn't even see you here."