Zhao Yuanle smiled and cooperated with He Ju, stirred and mixed, poured the oil down again. After three times, the oil was completely splashed.

In fact, Zhao Yuanle wanted to pour some white vinegar in, but there was really no white vinegar at home, so he had to forget it.

Zhao Yuanlan and Xiaoer both ran in as they smelled the fragrance.

The two of them looked at the oily peppers that had not yet settled, and inhale deeply from the side, sighing as they inhale.

This is really fragrant. Zhao Er, who is lying on the bed, feels so.

He Ju smiled and looked at Zhao Yuanlan and Yaoer.

"You two are going to be greedy."

Zhao Yuanlan: "This spicy oil is delicious when mixed with anything."

The youngest one was still breathing in.

"It smells so good~"

The fragrance drifted out directly and into the noses of the surrounding neighbors.

One person was washing vegetables, a little sour.

"I don't know what to eat again."

The splash of spicy oil was done, and Zhao Yuanle wanted to dig the pig's nostrils again.

He Ju didn't stop her either. She walked into the house and found out the pastry food that Zhao Yuanlan hid without thinking too much.

When Zhao Yuanlan saw He Ju come out holding these things, she jumped straight away.

"Oh, you're so annoying! It's like this every time!"

He Ju glared at Zhao Yuanlan.

"You jump again! I won't hit you if I jump again."

Zhao Yuanlan sat next to her in anger, her face bulging.

He Ju picked these things, found the same ones and then put them on apron.

Zhao Yuanlan snorted hard.

"I'm so annoying!"

He Ju also glared at Zhao Yuanlan: "Who calls you so arrogant and come back with so many things. They have seen them. If they don't take some out, they don't know what they say.

Look at your mouth with a three-pound oil pot, but I didn’t take it well, so I took it almost the same one. At least I have to give it some to others. Usually, I have all the ones I have all the ones, so why are you so embarrassed to not distinguish them?"

Zhao Yuanlan turned her head away.

"Every time, they have to pay every minute. They are all cheap, so how can they compare to our things."

He Ju was too lazy to talk to Zhao Yuanlan anymore, so she picked up her apron and went out.

When Zhao Yuanlan saw He Ju go out, she hurried over and put away the remaining things and looked for new places to hide them everywhere.

Zhao Ercheng next to him smiled.

Zhao Yuanle sighed as he admired his spicy oil.

"Xiaolan, there are only a few houses, your mother knows much more than you, and it's useless for you to hide."

Zhao Yuanlan's angrily voice came from inside.

"She will definitely not be able to find the one I hid this time."

The youngest man actually spoke: "Miss, you hide under Sanniang's bed."

Zhao Yuanle was stunned and looked at the youngest son who was blinking.

This...is a really good idea?

Zhao Yuanlan also felt that, she carried a bunch of things into He Ju's house.

The youngest man said again: "You have to put a rope on it and tie it to the bed."

Zhao Yuanle yelled.

She couldn't help but touch Xiaoer's little head.

"Young man, why are you so smart?"

Younger: "Hmph~"

His eyes smiled into a half-curved moon, his small mouth was smooth in curves, and his face was full of elasticity.

Zhao Yuanle couldn't help but pick it up and just squirted.

The youngest man smirked and lay on Zhao Yuanle's shoulder.

Zhao Ercheng sighed and whispered: "It's the same as your mother laughing."

The youngest man didn't hear it, but Zhao Yuanle heard it.

For some reason, she searched for the original owner's memory many times, including about the original owner's mother, but she had never seen her face clearly.

She only knew that the person in her memory was a mother, but she could not remember her appearance clearly, and even her voice was blurry.

Zhao Ercheng, who was beside him, thought of this, suddenly felt a little sad again, sighed and turned around, facing the side of the wall.

Zhao Yuanle didn't persuade him.

She could only empathize with this, but could not understand it personally. No matter how much she said, it would be meaningless.

Zhao Yuanlan hid something and brought her youngest son over to have a good meal.

He Ju also came back from outside and had other things in her apron, including some green beans and pickles.

Zhao Yuanlan looked at He Ju proudly, hummed, and went out to play with her youngest son.

Zhao Yuanle carried the basket and sickle and wrapped the cloth again.

He Ju called Zhao Yuanle.

She took a piece of linen and wrapped the cloth up.

After doing all this, she asked Zhao Yuanle to go out again.

Zhao Yuanle carried a basket and a sickle, humming a small song towards Widow Yu's house.

On the ridge of the field, Zhao Yuanle saw that many rapeseed flowers in the soil had already started to fade.

She hopes that this year, her rapeseed will be better and she can squeeze more oil.

There were still not many people on this road. Zhao Yuanle walked to the door of Widow Yu's house and saw no one passing by.

Widow Yu was basking roses that she had picked later at the doorstep, and occasionally turned over some of the unsanitized flowers.

Zhao Yuanle was a distance away, and Widow Yu seemed to have a feeling and looked up.

A smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Zhao Yuanle trotted over, and Widow Yu quickly brought her a bamboo chair.

"Slower."

Zhao Yuanle smiled and handed the stuff wrapped in linen to Widow Yu.

"For you."

Yu Widow's first reaction was not to.

Zhao Yuanle had long expected that she would do this.

"This is what you deserve. If you don't want it, I won't ask you for money in the future."

Widow Yu smiled and took the linen away.

"What is it."

After seeing clearly that it was the cloth and the appearance of the cloth, she hurriedly wanted to return it to Zhao Yuanle.

She knew that this thing was not cheap.

Zhao Yuanle doesn't want it.

"I won't come if you pay it back."

Widow Yu had no choice but to say: "Take it back, I have enough clothes to wear."

Zhao Yuanle shook his head: "I don't."

Widow Yu still wanted to persevere, but Zhao Yuanle even persisted.

Helplessly, Widow Yu took this thing away.

She carefully put the cloth into the room and put it away, and then walked out again.

Zhao Yuanle was watching these newly picked and sun-dried roses at this time.

Widow Yu: "It has not rained these two days, and the flowers are blooming better."

Zhao Yuanle also nodded.
To be continued...