The Song family had just started eating, and Su Lu came in with a basket of vegetables: "Oh, Aunt Qiao, what should I eat for lunch today? I smelled the smell as soon as I entered the door."

Qiao Zhilan greeted him: "Xiao Lu? Our Xiaozhi said we wanted to eat dumplings, but Xiaoyi said we could make late lemon, so our family would eat dumplings today."

"Dumplings? Can dumplings be so fragrant?" The Su family rented the Song family's storefront to make catering. They bought porridge dumplings in the morning and sold noodles at noon. They thought the things they made tasted good, but the business in the store just couldn't get better.

"Yes, isn't it just dumplings? There are a lot of lemons left in the evening, why don't you sit down and eat some?"

Smelling this, Su Lu really wanted to sit down, but her family had lunch, so it was so bad that she squeezed in: "Haha, no, the vegetable seedlings in my field are too dense, so I pulled out some, my mother asked me to send some to your house, and she was still waiting for me to go back for dinner at home."

Qiao Zhilan looked at the basket of seedlings, tender green and watery, and was particularly pleasing. She took the basket and said to Wanning: "Wanning, are there many dumplings? Find a big bowl to put it in a bowl and let Xiaolu take it back to add vegetables. Oh, by the way, take a small bowl and make a bowl and dip it in water."

When the Song family first moved in, the Su family helped many places. When planting rice and harvesting grain, the Su family was too busy to do anything. The Su family often came to help. There were such delicious dumplings at home, so of course she wanted to divide the Su family into a portion.

After hearing what she said, Su Lu was not polite: "Okay, thank you Aunt Qiao."

After Su Lu left, the Song family started to eat. After a meal of dumplings, they all ate so much that Wang Xunda accidentally burped.

Xiaozhi finally put down his chopsticks: "No, no, no, I will go upstairs to change my pants first, these pants are too squeezed." This caused everyone to laugh.

Even Zou Xiaorong, who has a very poor appetite recently, has eaten a lot. "How can I make this dip in water? I'll teach me how to smell it. I'll be hungry and I don't want to vomit at all."

Although Song Chengkong was not willing to accept the other party and his third brother's appointment, he really admired Wanning's cooking skills at this time: "Wanning, are there any dumplings in the kitchen? Can you decorate me and bring them back? Xiaorong hasn't eaten like this for a long time, and I'm afraid that the children in her belly will be malnourished."

Song Chengyi replied for her: "There are still a lot, please bring more back."

"I want it too, I want it too, Xunda, we will decorate it later and give it to your parents to try it." Song Chenglin also said quickly.

Of course, Wang Xunda couldn't ask for it.

Song Chengzhi, who came downstairs, heard: "How can this work? You are going to the city in the afternoon. That's our supper. You are all pretending to be gone, what should I eat?"

"Xiaozhi, your sister-in-law is pregnant and her appetite has always been bad. Could it be that you still earn something with your nephew?" Qiao Zhilan looked at her young son dissatisfied.

Song Chengzhi tilted his head and pursed his mouth: "Okay."

Song Chengyi looked at his younger brother and couldn't help but smile and said, "Don't worry, there will definitely be something for you to eat tonight."

In this era, labor is the most glorious. Every household farms, and the Song family also has a large piece of private land and paddy fields. This season is the day to pull weeds and remove insects.

After the meal, all the men of the Song family, including Wang Xunda, changed into old clothes and prepared to go to the fields to weed.
Chapter completed!