The happy little days of the Ye family

The little guys really liked Erya's little dog, and they took turns holding and playing with it until they were almost bald.

It wasn't until Erya's mother left the little ones to eat that the three brothers reluctantly ran home.

Although the three brothers are greedy, they have been taught by their families to come back early when eating and not to eat at other people's houses.

After all, food is precious these days, and it’s not easy for anyone.

But after lunch, the three little guys went to Erya's house again.

Nuomizi had already become familiar with the three brothers in the morning. He jumped up and down on his short legs and ran towards the three of them, his little tail wagging happily behind him.

Just after lunch, Yangyang started to yawn.

After Ye Qingqing put the little guy to sleep, he continued to do embroidery.

Ye Qingqing concentrated on the needlework in his hand and did not notice that the room was getting darker and darker.

I don't know how long it took, but Ye Qingqing felt his eyes sore. When he raised his head, he found that the room was very dark.

Looking outside, I saw a lot of dark clouds floating in the sky.

It was sunny in the morning, but unexpectedly it turned gloomy in the afternoon.

It was too dark and the embroidery could not be done.

Ye Qingqing simply got up and went to the kitchen to take stock of the grain and dry goods.

When she was cooking in the morning, she discovered that there was not much food prepared at home.

When I opened the large vat containing grain, I saw that the polished rice inside was almost at its bottom, with about four or five kilograms left.

"We're almost out of rice at home. We need to pound some more." Ye Qingqing muttered softly.

The Tang family usually eats a lot of rice, only makes steamed buns once in a while, and doesn't eat much white flour.

Now there is still half a tank of white noodles in the small tank.

As for cornmeal, it is usually used for making pancakes in the morning, and there is about 5 kilograms left.

In the corner, there was a pile of sweet potatoes.

There are quite a lot of rice and corn cobs in the cellar, but it takes a lot of effort to shell the rice and grind the cornmeal.

Tang Xiaojing was originally responsible for this matter, but he was busy fertilizing the rice at home in the past few days and forgot about it.

"You have to remind the child of his father at night. The food in the kitchen won't last long."

Tang Xiaojing and Tang Shan do physical work, and they have four dogs, all of whom are very edible.

The Tang family consumes two or three times more food every day than ordinary people. This little food is probably only enough for about two days.

There are not many dry goods such as cured chicken, cured duck, cured sausage and bacon, but there are quite a lot of eggs, and there is a big basket full.

After taking inventory of the things in the kitchen, Ye Qingqing took two sausages and a small piece of bacon off the shelf, preparing to steam the bacon in the evening.

Today's dinner at the Tang family was particularly sumptuous, including braised rabbit, steamed bacon, egg custard, stir-fried lettuce and boiled mustard greens.

Chenchen, this greedy little cat, couldn't even lift his head after eating.

Just halfway through dinner, I heard two thunders outside, and then it started to rain.

Fortunately, the rain was not heavy, otherwise the father and son's work in applying fertilizer to the paddy fields today would have been in vain.

It's raining, and the happiest thing is Chenchen, because he doesn't have to get up early to box tomorrow.

Thinking of being lazy tomorrow, the little guy was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth and even ate half an extra bowl of dinner.

There was an autumn rain and a cold. After dinner, Ye Qingqing obviously felt that the air had become cooler.

When the breeze blows, the room feels cool.

Worried that the two children would catch cold, Ye Qingqing hurried back to the house and rummaged through the cabinets to find two thin coats.

Chenchen was already sensible. She took the coat obediently and put it on herself.

As for the naughty little Yangyang, he moves around and refuses to wear a coat.

But this guy was still young after all, so Ye Qingqing finally helped him put on his coat.

After putting on the coat, Yangyang probably felt uncomfortable. He kept moving around and looked like a caterpillar.

Seeing that he couldn't take off his clothes, the little guy got angry. He turned around and pointed his butt at Ye Qingqing.

"You little bean, you may not be big, but you have quite a temper."

Ye Qingqing patted the little guy's fleshy butt in a funny way.

"Mom... bad..."

The little guy got angry, staggered on his chair and went to look for Xiao Huang, refusing to pay attention to her.

"Oh, you're still ignoring me." Ye Qingqing smiled and ignored him.

Children have great forgetfulness and forget about food and not fights. They turn around and forget about it.

At this time, there were dark clouds outside. It was usually very bright outside at this time, but now it was completely dark.

The father and son stood under the eaves, looking worriedly outside.

"It feels like the rain is going to be heavy, and I don't know if the fertilizer in the fields will be washed away." Tangshan let out a long sigh.

"Oh, this damn weather, it would be nice if it rained a few days later." Tang Xiaojing also sighed.

At night, the rain really got a little heavier, and the sound of rain outside the window became pattering, like a beautiful lullaby.

Chenchen went crazy playing during the day and started snoring as soon as she lay down in bed.

Ye Qingqing took the soft, milky little guy into his arms.

"It's quite comfortable to hold."

Tang Xiaojing, who came back from the shower, saw mother and son sleeping soundly, and gently blew out the candles on the table.

Rainy days are the best time to sleep. The big rooster in the village has crowd two or three times, but the Tang family is still quiet.

When Tang Xiaojing opened his eyes, it was still raining lightly outside. The rain last night was not heavy, so the fertilizer in the fields should have been saved.

On a rainy day, he couldn't do any work in the fields, and there was no need to get up early to box, so Tang Xiaojing decided to sleep a little longer.

The sound of rain pattering on the eaves is like a lullaby.

At this time, the village was quiet, and with the sound of rain, Tang Xiaojing fell asleep again.

Chenchen actually woke up long ago, but he kept pretending to be asleep. Seeing that his father didn't call him to get up, he happily fell asleep again.

Finally, several members of the Tang family woke up to Yang Yang's cries.

Tang Xiaojing was rarely at home in the morning, so Ye Qingqing handed Yangyang, who had wet the bed early in the morning, to his father to take care of him.

Then he went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Ye Qingqing looked at the sweet potatoes piled in the corner of the kitchen and was craving for roasted sweet potatoes.

“A rainy day is perfect for roasting sweet potatoes.”

Ye Qingqing went ahead and picked out seven or eight medium-sized sweet potatoes.

However, if you eat too much sweet potatoes, you will get upset easily, and eating them alone is not enough. Ye Qingqing plans to cook another pot of vegetable and egg porridge.

When the porridge in the pot was almost cooked, Ye Qingqing buried the sweet potatoes into the red charcoal fire.

Time will do the rest.

The sweet potatoes slowly soften under the charcoal fire and give off bursts of fragrance.

The Tang family was not the only one to eat roasted sweet potatoes for breakfast today. The Ye family in front also smelled of sweet potatoes.

Faintly, you can still hear the sounds of Xiao Qi and Ye Xilin bickering, and the sound of Ye Donglin laughing and arrogant at the side.