Traveling through the famine years with the system to raise cubs

"Be careful, don't burn it!" Jiang Ling watched Jiang Yaojie carefully move the pot and couldn't help feeling worried.

"It's okay mother... hiss..." Before Jiang Yaojie finished speaking, he was scalded by the hot pot.

Enduring the pain, Jiang Yaojie quickly put the pot on the stove, and looked at Jiang Ling apologetically.

Jiang Ling ran towards Jiang Yaojie, took out the ointment she prepared earlier from her pocket, and carefully applied it to Jiang Yaojie's burnt area.

As soon as the ointment came into contact with the skin, Jiang Yaojie felt the coldness and the pain decreased a lot. Looking at Jiang Ling who was frowning and serious, Jiang Yaojie couldn't help being a little scared, and he quickly whispered: "Mom... yes... I'm sorry... …I……"

"Silly son, does it still hurt? Why are you so careless! It's so hot, if you don't pay attention to the infection and inflammation, it will be difficult!" Jiang Ling said after carefully inspecting Jiang Yaojie's burned arm.

"Mom, I..." Jiang Yaojie thought his mother would be angry, but he never thought that his mother would say such a thing, and Jiang Yaojie's heart was warm.

"Don't move! Let me take a closer look!" Jiang Yaojie just wanted to move his arm to show that there was nothing wrong with him, but he was stopped by Jiang Ling as soon as he moved.

"Mom, I'm really fine, it doesn't hurt, mother, you are so kind!" Jiang Yaojie said with a smile on his face.

"Silly son, I'm your mother. I'm so normal to you. It's all right, go out and play, I'll do it!" Jiang Ling gently put down Jiang Yaojie's arm and said to Jiang Yaojie.

Jiang Yaojie wanted to say something else, but he couldn't be bothered seeing his busy figure, so he could only go out of the house and sit next to the village women, pounding the spicy herbs stored at home together.

After Jiang Ling was busy with the work in hand, as soon as she opened the door, she saw Jiang Yaojie blushing and fumbling with the village woman next to her.

Jiang Ling walked over curiously and asked, "Yaojie, why is your face so red?"

"No...nothing, I..."

"Oh, little Yaojie is still shy! It's nothing, it doesn't matter that Yaojie is about the same age, I thought about calling him a wife, but I didn't expect the child to be shy!" The village woman who worked next to him joked.

"Thank you sisters-in-law, our Yaojie is still young! There is no rush to get married!" Jiang Ling pursed her lips and declined politely.

"Oh, is it too urgent? Let me tell you, sister-in-law, almost all the girls around Yaojie's age in the surrounding villages have lost their souls! Don't let your Yaojie become a bachelor in the end! Let's talk Don't you want to be a mother-in-law and hold your big fat grandson in two years' time?"

Jiang Ling rubbed her temples, only feeling a little pain in her head, as expected, she still wasn't fully familiar with this identity, at least she couldn't get used to getting married before the age of 20.

Jiang Ling was afraid of trouble at first, and he was busy during his entrepreneurial period. He was not married until he was in his 30s. He thought that if Jiang Yaojie really got married in two years, he would become a mother-in-law. , wouldn't it mean that Jiang Ling will be a mother-in-law in no more than three years.

Thinking of this, Jiang Ling felt a chill down her spine. She didn't want to be a mother-in-law so early. These children couldn't be trained well by themselves. Those soft babies are scary to think about.

"Mother... Mother... what's the matter with you?" Jiang Ling's expression seemed to be out of control, which startled Jiang Yaojie next to him.

"Ah...no...it's nothing, Yaojie, you can continue to work, mother, go to the kitchen to see the spicy grass paste!" Jiang Ling immediately found an excuse to get into the kitchen.

Taking advantage of no one's attention, Jiang Ling opened the system mall, bought a parenting book, and secretly hid in the bedroom to check it out.

It wasn't until she heard someone calling her outside that she hurriedly stuffed the Parenting Encyclopedia into the jar, tidied her clothes and came out.

It turned out that those village women had finished their work and asked Jiang Ling to check.

Jiang Ling handed over this job to Jiang Yaojie, Jiang Ling planned to gradually hand over these two things, syrup and balm, to Jiang Yaojie, and he was thinking about other livelihoods. After all, reading casually requires money, and if Wenxi goes to learn martial arts, the price will not be cheap.

Yaojie is not young anymore, although Jiang Ling said that she doesn't want Yaojie to marry too early, but the current environment cannot be changed by herself, and she has to save some money for Yaojie.

As for Nianci, let alone, there are places where money is spent when you are young.

Looking at the potatoes in the corner of his house, an idea came to Jiang Ling's mind.

Jiang Ling peeled and sliced ​​the potatoes that hadn't germinated, put them on the steamer and steamed them, then added some condiments for seasoning, and then mashed the steamed potatoes with a rolling pin.

Add some chopped green onion and fried minced meat and stir well again, and a good-looking mashed potato is freshly baked.

Then Jiang Ling cut up some sprouted potatoes, kept the sprouted parts, threw them all in the basket, and pushed open the kitchen door.

"Mom! Did you make something delicious again! I can smell the fragrance!" Jiang Wenxi was the first to run over and swallowed his saliva.

Jiang Ling smiled and put the mashed potatoes on the table and said: "You four eat first, mother, go out for a while, and tell me how it tastes when you come back!"

Jiang Ling opened the door and walked towards his wasteland, planted all the sprouted potatoes, and returned home.

The four children sat obediently at the table, and the plate of mashed potatoes on the table did not move at all. Jiang Ling asked a little strangely: "Is the mother's cooking too unpalatable? Why don't you eat it?"

"No, mother, you once said that we are a family and we have to share things together!" Jiang Wenxi swallowed forcefully, although his eyes were fixed on the mashed potatoes on the table, he still didn't move his chopsticks.

Jiang Ling was very moved when she heard it, and she quickly said: "Eat quickly, mother wants to hear your evaluation of this dish!"

When the four children heard Jiang Ling's words, it was as if they had heard an imperial decree. They all picked up their chopsticks and tasted it. After a while, the four children ate up a plate of mashed potatoes.

"How is it?" Jiang Ling asked with a slightly raised mouth.

"good to eat!"

"tasty!"

"Is there any more mother?"

"I still want to eat!"

Although the answers of the four children were different, Jiang Ling knew from the conversation that the children liked it very much.

"Mom, what's this called?" Jiang Yaojie asked.

"This one is called... mashed potatoes!" Jiang Ling replied subconsciously.

"What? Mud??" The faces of the four listened completely changed, and Jiang Yaojie even started to retch. Seeing this, Jiang Ling quickly explained: "It's not the mud on the ground!"

"It's just that the texture of this thing is fine, like the sand on the ground! The material of this thing is potatoes!" Jiang Ling continued to explain, fearing that these children would have a vomiting reaction.