In the evening, Song Hongguo cooked claypot rice, and the video she took during the day was watched by many people. With more points, the system kept encouraging her to buy, buy, buy, so she bought rice, bacon, and some dried mushrooms.

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When the things were taken out of the box, Ling Zhi couldn't help but ask her, "Did you bring these from your hometown?"

Song Hongguo replied to him while washing the rice, "Yeah, what's wrong? You don't like rice?"

Is there anyone in the world who doesn't like to eat rice? Ling Zhi was shocked as to why she would ask him such an incredible question, and then he heard her muttering, "The imperial capital is also considered the north. Most people in the north like pasta, but it's better to eat it once in a while."

Is your appetite okay?"

"..." At first, he was just worried about her not having enough food, but now it seems like he is picky about food?

"Mom, my brother likes to eat rice." Ling Yuan is like her little tail, and she follows her wherever she goes. "Dad said, my brother likes to mix rice with braised pork the most. The meat should be fat and thin, thick and red.

The sauce is stewed so soft and coated in soup that he can eat a big bowl and has to hold on to it every time he eats..."

"Ling Yuan!" Ling Zhi shouted angrily.

"Hehe, brother is angry because he hasn't eaten in three years." Ling Yuan added his lower lip, "I've never seen it before, so I'm not angry."

Ling Zhi fell silent for a moment.

When Song Hongguo heard this, she felt sad and distressed, "The meat station is off work now. We can't make braised pork today. Mom will make it for you another day."

"good!"

"Brother likes braised pork with rice the most. So what is your favorite thing to eat?"

Ling Yuan said without hesitation, "Dumplings!"

"What kind of stuffing are the dumplings?"

Ling Yuan shook his head, "I don't know, I've never eaten any kind of filling. I just heard many people say that dumplings are not as delicious as dumplings. During the Chinese New Year, no matter how poor the family is, they have to set aside a bowl of noodles to make dumplings.

, when guests come to the house, the best way to treat them is to make dumplings for them to eat. It can be seen that dumplings are not only rare, but they must also be very delicious."

After hearing what he said, Song Hongguo's nose felt a little sore. She took a deep breath and said, "You like dumplings, right? When we buy a house and settle down, mom will make them for you and try all the fillings."

"Really?" Ling Yuan looked at her with bright eyes, "They said we need to use a lot of white flour."

"No matter how much white flour there is, my mother is willing to give it up."

"Thank you mom!"

Ling Yuan shouted very loudly, and his excitement and joy infected his system, "You two sons are so easily satisfied, but people who are easily satisfied have a high happiness index. No wonder they can survive on the northwest farm.

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Song Hongguo was not in the mood to pay attention to it at the moment. She processed the bacon and soaked mushrooms, and steamed the rice until it was about half cooked. She spread the ingredients on a flat surface, poured the sauce into it, and finally beat it in the middle.

She laid an egg, covered it with a lid, and simmered it for a while. As the oil she dripped along the edge of the pot evaporated, the aroma rose freely in the room.

The mother and son sat around the pot of claypot rice, eating without raising their heads. News reports came from the radio in their ears. Outside the window, it was already dark, but inside the house, the lights were bright, illuminating this place with warmth and tranquility.

After the meal, Ling Zhi still rushed to wash, and Song Hongguo finished sewing the clothes she made in the afternoon. In her previous life, except for haute couture, few people made clothes anymore, but here, if a woman doesn’t know how to sew, then

It is to be disliked by others.

Song Hongguo was glad that she knew how to do it. She learned it from the dean's grandmother when she was bored in the orphanage. Not to mention, looking at the clothes in her hands, she felt that she was quite talented in cutting and sewing.

The tops she made were similar to the work jackets from her previous life. They were much more fashionable than the current tops and gowns, but they were not too out of the ordinary. The fabric she used was treated fabric bought from a department store, and the imperfections were cut out.

It is also spliced ​​with bright fabrics in the space, mainly black, slightly embellished with red, gray, and blue plaids. It is neither dull nor too lively, and it looks cool no matter how you look at it.

Song Hongguo couldn't wait to let Ling Yuan put it on, admired it, and said to Ling Zhi who was faintly envious, "I'll make it for you tomorrow."

Ling Zhi rarely said coyly, "I'm not in a hurry, I have clothes to wear..."

Although boys don't love beauty as much as little girls, but when he saw his younger brother put on new clothes, he looked more energetic, and he couldn't help but want it, because he looked really good.

It wasn't that Song Hongguo didn't want to make it for him right away, but what was more urgent at the moment was the cotton-padded jacket and cotton trousers. She chose a ten-pound thick quilt in the space, made of gray cotton. After taking it apart, she found that both the cloth and cotton used to make the cotton-padded coat were the same.

Having it is more than enough.

In the two sacks she brought back in the morning, there were also two quilts, belonging to the original owner and her adoptive father. The original owner's bed was okay, it felt quite soft, but the other bed was a little hard, and the cotton inside was unknown.

After many years, she has no use for her. In addition, she also has a mattress and pillow, a men's cotton coat and sweater, and other clothes. After the original owner's adoptive father passed away, the other clothes were burned. The reason why these two items are kept is naturally.

It's because it's more expensive.

That cotton-padded coat was issued by her adoptive father's factory. She wore it with great care. It was still very straight after several years. The style was similar to the military coat she wore. It was just a short style, navy blue with a fur collar, and the sweater was also very new.

, you have to use at least one and a half kilograms of thread, pure wool, it is warm to the touch.

When Song Hongguo was making cotton-padded clothes, she asked the two little guys to take apart the sweaters.

"Demolished?"

"Well, wash the wool after taking it apart. Not only will it be cleaner, but the main thing is to steam it. After it is dried, it will be like new wool and the knitted sweater will be smooth."

Seeing that the two little guys were still looking at her in confusion, Song Hongguo smiled helplessly and said, "If you don't take it apart, how can mommy knit sweaters for you? It's so cold right now that you have to wear cotton-padded clothes. In a few days, you'll have to change them."

Sweater."

"For us?"

"What if?"

When the brothers saw her natural expression, they were deeply moved again.

"Host, I think you can just use these methods to win people's hearts on handsome guys." The system appeared, with a bewitching tone, "A cheap son or a dear husband, which one do you think is better?"

"Of course my son!"

"...Sooner or later, all sons belong to other women. You have devoted your heart and soul to raising him for more than ten years, but other women can seduce him away with just one look."

"No, you can't seduce the handsome guy in your mouth?" Song Hongguo laughed, "Wouldn't it be better if I trained both of them to become Huo Minglou?"

“There is only one Huo Ming Building!”

"You defend him." At this point, Song Hongguo started a conspiracy theory again, "Why do you have to persuade me to flirt with Huo Minglou? In addition to running a grain and oil store, do you also have hidden tasks? For example... to bring me and Huo Minglou together?
Chapter completed!