Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

The little girl jumped and followed behind him, holding the dry branches and firewood she had picked up in her hands.

With her help, the bonfire gradually became stronger, and the orange-yellow flames licked the bottom of the pot happily.

In the Zhang family’s kitchen, a huge iron pot sits firmly on the stove, and its diameter is so wide that it is amazing.

Zhang Siwa is very skilled. He spreads the dough into a round shape as thin as a cicada's wing and evenly sprinkles finely chopped green onions on it. Every piece of chopped green onion contains the breath of spring.

As the pancake skin fell into the boiling oil, a "sizzling" sound came one after another. The aroma of the scallion pancake passed through the gaps between the eaves and tiles, quietly awakening the taste buds of the entire courtyard.

Zhang Laoer was leisurely sipping tea in the courtyard, while Xu Liyun was mending clothes nearby.

Neither of them noticed the emptiness in their stomachs until the alluring fragrance came with the wind, and they couldn't help but be aroused by the long-lost hunger.

Zhang Siwa cut the huge scallion pancake into small even pieces, each piece was golden and attractive, exuding an attractive luster.

When the first bite of the pancake is put into your mouth, the crispy outer layer and the rich scallion oil inside are intertwined together, turning into a feast for your taste buds.

The little girl's eyes widened as she tasted this layered delicacy for the first time. It was completely different from the simple eggs she had always craved.

At this moment, a seed was quietly planted in her heart, and the memory of delicious food, that scallion pancake became the brightest star in her childhood.

The aroma wafting from the kitchen flowed freely into the noses of everyone in the Zhang family, evoking the most primitive desires deep in their hearts.

Even Zhang Dawa, who had just been immersed in the soft and sweet sweet potato porridge, was attracted by this sudden temptation. He started to act coquettishly and cry, insisting on trying Zhang Siwa's specialty pancake.

Old Mrs. Zhang was in the woodshed and was irresistibly drawn out by this force. She swallowed her saliva and quickened her pace, preparing to go to the second room to find out what was going on.

However, when she stepped into the kitchen, the scene before her shocked her.

The lard can that was originally full was now more than half empty, and there were obviously a few fewer eggs in the basket.

How can we squander these precious ingredients that we usually save so carefully?

Mrs. Zhang was about to lose her temper, but all her anger was stopped by Xu Liyun's half-smile, which contained some kind of tacit warning.

Xu Liyun smiled gently while tapping her palm with the chopping knife in her hand, which was shining with a cold light. This made Mrs. Zhang feel a chill in her heart, and her original reproach instantly turned into an awkward explanation.

In the end, Mrs. Zhang could only accept the task of washing dishes reluctantly, and left slowly with a hint of reluctance and expectation.

Her back stretched out at the kitchen door, and every time she looked back she was full of anticipation, hoping that the couple could understand the old man's feelings and take the initiative to share that delicious bite.

But unfortunately, until her figure completely disappeared around the corner, the expectation was still unfulfilled.

The four people in the kitchen were originally looking at the direction where Old Lady Zhang left with full of anticipation, but the twinkling light in their eyes gradually dimmed.

Zhang Dawa’s dissatisfaction instantly froze the air, and his childish voice was mixed with a hint of grievance.

"Grandma said she would bring me some food, why is there nothing? Grandma, you don't keep your word! I won't honor you when I become a high-ranking official in the future!"

Seeing this, Old Mrs. Zhang quickly put down the work in her hands, hugged her grandson in her arms with heartache, and her hands, full of traces of time, gently patted Zhang Dawa's back.

"Oh, my dear, don't be angry. I looked carefully at the food on sale. Although it looks tempting, it tastes far less authentic than what I make at home. I will cook for you myself and use that precious jar of lard to fry a golden, crispy and fragrant egg for you, okay?"

Mrs. Zhang's words were full of kindness, trying to restore her grandson's smile.

Zhang Dawa's clever little eyes rolled around, as if he had seized this good opportunity to bargain, "Then I'd like to have another boiled egg!"

As he spoke, he blinked his big eyes, revealing a naive yet cunning light.

Looking at her grandson's expectant look, although Mrs. Zhang felt a little helpless, she was also filled with deep love.

She secretly made up her mind that it would be worth it even if it was just to win a smile from the grandson of the future high-ranking official.

So, she gritted her teeth and agreed with a doting look in her eyes.

After finally calming down Zhang Dawa, Old Lady Zhang slowly returned to the old wooden table, picked up the half bowl of thin porridge that was as light as water, and drank it all in one breath.

The Zhang family sat together, and the bland breakfast seemed to further stimulate their enthusiasm in discussing how to deal with the second brother's family.

Last night, the village chief's tough attitude made Mrs. Zhang very angry, so she suggested going directly to the village chief to seek justice.

"They get into trouble outside, destroy things at home, and dare to be disrespectful to the elders. How can this be a display of filial piety? Even if this matter is brought to the attention of the county magistrate, we are still in the right. As long as the village chief says a word, we can suppress them and let the second brother and his friends understand that they still have to work hard to make money for our family!"

Everyone thought of the generous amount of money that the second son had sent back over the years. It was this money that supported the Zhang family and allowed the eldest son to enter a private school and move towards a broader world.

The second son's unruly behavior has undoubtedly touched the sensitive nerves of the Zhang family. Teaching him a lesson seems to be an inevitable choice to maintain family harmony.

After a brief discussion, Zhang Fu and his eldest son took advantage of the morning mist and quietly set out to find the village chief to argue.

The house was left to Old Lady Zhang and Hu Cuimei, who looked after Zhang Dawa. They would occasionally look through the window with vigilant eyes, fearing that Xu Liyun's strong figure would appear and bring any harm to the young Dawa.

At the same time, Xiao Youniang and Zhang Siwa's breakfast time was particularly warm.

The aroma of the scallion pancake seemed to linger in the air for a long time. The little girl licked the last trace of oil on her fingertips, a happy and satisfied smile on her face.

Seeing this, Zhang Siwa gently stretched out his clean hands and gently rubbed his sister's soft hair: "Do you think the meal made by my second brother is delicious?"

Little Youniang nodded rapidly, her big, lively eyes sparkling with admiration: "It's delicious! The food that Second Brother cooks is more delicious than any other food in the world. Youniang has never tasted such delicacies. It's like an immortal prepared it specially for us!"

Hearing this heartfelt praise, Zhang Siwa's face turned slightly red.

If such words came from someone else, he might be suspicious.

But in Xiao Youniang's pure eyes, he read sincerity and trust.

A warm current surged in his heart, and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously. He made a promise to Xiao Youniang: "Then Second Brother will make delicious food for you every day in the future, how about that?"