First Update

Author: Dongmuhe

When he got home, it was already past six o'clock. Song Hongguo was so tired that she seemed to be disbanded. She thought she had already trained her house some time ago, but she had already trained. As a result...

It attracted the system's merciless ridicule.

However, the two little guys couldn't see much discomfort. They just thought about the yam and pueraria on the mountain, and wanted to dig with her tomorrow morning, but she refused.

She was also wondering if she could find someone to save energy and fool the system to use a machine to help her work. If two little guys were there, how could she be so lazy?

But I couldn't stand their disappointed little faces, so Song Hongguo was impulsive and said that she could teach them to grow yams, so she planted them on the side of the road outside the gate. She had never had to clean up before and was shrubs such as jujubes and mulberry trees.

I have occupied a thoroughly, cleaned it up, and it is barely OK to grow yam.

When the brothers heard this, their eyes lit up again.

Song Hongguo sighed very much, how much he likes to grow things.

The dinner was a little easier. Song Hongguo was so tired that she didn't want to move. When she was hot steamed, she took three salted duck eggs from the jar and put them on a cage to steam them together. She had been marinating for about twenty days.

There was a lot of salt at that time, so I could eat it. I waited for a while and then I mixed a wild vegetable with cold water, blanched it out, and removed the bitter taste, added some soy sauce, vinegar and sugar, and finally dug a spoon of spicy oil and mixed it well, which was sour and spicy.

tasty.

After dinner, it was dark. Song Hongguo wanted to lie down early to rest, but the system rushed her to make yam cakes like a death, which made her so annoyed that she almost madly, "Can't you get up tomorrow morning?"

The system is even more crazy than her, "Are you going to dig kudzu root tomorrow morning? Where do you get the time to make yam cakes? Do you think I'm a fool?"

Song Hongguo had no choice but to discuss with it, "Then you can do it the day after tomorrow?"

The system was unmoved, "No, my male god is waiting to eat."

"You male god doesn't know at all..."

"But I understand. Am I anxious for the male god?"

It was a waste of effort to reason with the systematic reasoning of becoming a love brain. She did agree before, so Song Hongguo had to compromise. Fortunately, the yam cake was not a problem, but it was just a little missing.

But that's all right. The system offered it to her for free. It was butter, milk powder, and a good-looking wooden mold. If it weren't for its physical condition, it would be impossible for me to roll up my sleeves and make it for it with my own hands.

It's right.

Even this, I couldn't stop it from nagging and directing it. When steaming the yam and grinding it into mud, I kept asking her to make it more delicate, so that the taste would be better. During the process of frying with butter

She even urged her to add more sugar and milk powder, for fear that it would not be sweet enough or fragrant enough, so she made Song Hongguo very upset and wanted to give up several times.

Finally, I got to put on the mold. The system thought the mold was tacky and it picked many of them for her, with some confession patterns or words printed on it, which made Song Hongguo angry and smiled.

It's a matchmaker, and he spared no effort.

"Believe it or not, I will share all the yam cakes with others? I will not give them to your male god!"

"You, you dare?"

Song Hongguo snorted, "What's there to dare? You can just point fingers and think I'm afraid of you? I just don't want to argue with you, it's endless, right?"

The system is very calm, "You promised me, you can't regret it."

Song Hongguo said in a state of anger that he was not worthy of his life, "So what if you regret it? I don't want to be a gentleman."

"You, don't you want to dig yam and kudzu root?"

Song Hongguo no longer took it seriously, "I can find yams. As for Pueraria root, I guess there is only one piece in the mountains, right? Don't I know the place? I don't have to worry about it."

The system was furious, "You can burn the bridge when you cross the river!"

Song Hongguo calmly picked out the yam cake from the last mold and teased, "Wrong, it's the cunning rabbit that died and the lackeys cooked, and the birds were full of good bows to hide."

The system was so angry that it was humming.

Song Hongguo slowly bit the yam cake. Well, the appearance looks like the ice-skin mooncakes in his previous life. It tastes soft, glutinous and sweet, and the taste is really good.

She took a plate and went to the master bedroom while eating.

The two little guys asked her to chase her and lie down on the kang. She was young and didn't look tired at first, but after eating and washing up, she seemed to be out of energy.

Seeing this, the system suddenly became anxious, "Don't you give me the male god? You really have to give it to others? How can you, how can you do this? Woo woo woo..."

After saying that, he cried anxiously.

Song Hongguo, “…”

Is it stupid? There are ten in the plate she brought, but aren't there ten in the kitchen? That's not enough for it to be made by the male god?

"Woooo, I don't care. You can't bully my male god like this. You promised it. You can't go back on your word. He confessed to you and said he wanted to send flowers to you..."

Song Hongguo rolled her eyes unbearable, "Enough, I'll leave it for your male god. I'll give it to him tomorrow, right?"

The system's cry stopped as soon as it was said, "Really?"

Song Hongguo said angrily, "Are you blind? Are you still so invisible in the kitchen?"

The system only thought about it half a beat, and felt at ease, but couldn't help but say, "Then there are only ten, it would be more than 520."

"...Shut up." 520, just exhaust her.

The system muttered unconvincedly, "I haven't said 1314 yet."

Song Hongguo was too lazy to pay attention to it anymore.

The system was still unwilling to give up, "You can put one more and be dedicated."

"If you dare to say something more, I will only give it to them. Good things will be together, and the meaning is not better?"

“…”

The two little guys were lying in the quilt and listening to the radio. When they saw the yam cake she brought, they couldn't help but eat two. Fortunately, yams are used to strengthen the spleen and stomach, and they are not afraid of eating too much.

A good night's sleep.

The next day, when she got up, the sequelae of climbing came. Her legs were sore and sore. If the system hadn't promised her that she would provide the machine for help, she would really not want to dig kudzu on the mountain again.

She pushed the cart. It was not too dawn, so she went out. There was no one on the way into the mountain. When she arrived at the place, it was only five o'clock. Looking at the large area of ​​Pueraria on the hillside, Song Hongguo urged the system to go up quickly.

machine.

You know, Pueraria root is harder to dig than yam, and her wrists are really boring.

The system hummed and reluctantly took out a small tool. It looked like a shovel, with a narrow, thin and sharp front, suitable for digging. The most worry-free thing is electric, so you don't have to put your own efforts.

With tools in hand, it will be much easier to do the work. The kudzu roots on the mountains in the north are not very promising, and the rhizomes are only a little thicker than yam. After working for half an hour, the car was full.
Chapter completed!