Chapter 14 It's time for dinner again

In this way, a bowl of steamed egg custard was sweetly shared by them. When Wang collected the bowl and went out, Molan moved her arm, and she remembered to go to the ground.

"Sister, lie down quickly, and the doctor grandpa will let you have a good rest." Xiao Saner looked at Molan's movements and hurriedly shouted at her.

Molan sweats wildly. She's all right, okay? But who let her pretend to be sick? In order to let the second wife do some housework, she'd better put up with it.

She looked at the kang under her body. She couldn't lie down, so she just sat down.

So she sat on the kang and chatted with the little guy.

While listening to Xiao San'er's childlike words, Mo Lan thought about the situation of the family. There are two meals a day here, usually at 9 a.m. and 10 a.m. and around 4 p.m. Of course, those with good conditions are still a three-meal system.

If you don't have breakfast at home for a long time, it is easy for people's health to go wrong. How can we change it to a three-meal system? With the current living standard of this family, it is a little difficult, and one more meal consumes a lot of food. I can't afford it. There is a long way to change. Let's wait for a few days when you have nothing to do and look around and talk about it.

The door was pushed open, and Molan saw that her sister Mo Mei came in. Mo Lan understood that this was what he asked for last night and asked Wang and Mo Mei to accompany him. Well, she didn't come empty-handed. She has a sewing basket in her hand. Is she going to do needle and thread?

After answering her sister Momei's question, she looked at the needle and thread basket, which contained a lot of silk threads. A few pieces of cloth and a handful of scissors. The silk thread is basically very short. What can these do?

Momei looked at her sister staring at the sewing basket she brought, smiled shyly and said, "I just learned a little about the embroidery taught by my aunt. My aunt gave me a few pieces of cloth and some threads for me to practice."

Molan nodded in a clear way, as if her mother's embroidery skills were not good, but the uncle Liu's craftsmanship was good. She had also taught her sisters before, but the original owner of the body couldn't sit still and didn't study seriously after learning a little. As for myself, I can sew a little and cross-stitch, but can this be the same as embroidery?

Molan smiled at her sister. Let her sit on the kang and practice at ease. Feng's scolding and Cui's complaint came from outside. She was probably sent to work unwilling to do it and couldn't get rid of it. She was unwilling, so she vented her anger with scolding and complaints.

After a while, Wang also came in. Looking at the three figures on the kang, she smiled happily. She also found her needle and thread basket on the kang, skillfully put on the thimble and took the soles of the shoes.

Huh, grandma is not a rusty flower? If she is really a lady, she should have good embroidery skills. Why doesn't she use it? Molan is strange.

But when she saw the appearance of grandma's soles, she understood that grandma's eyes were not very good. Embroidery is very eye-catching. It also hurts the eyes. Grandma is dazzled, isn't she? Well, she sighed. I'm afraid there's nothing she can do here with such a thing as eyes in time and space.

"What's the matter, girl Lan? Why are you sighing? You are not happy with so many of us." Wang asked Molan.

"I just see that the milk and my sister have something to do, and I think I'm really useless." Molan made an excuse.

"I have nothing to do. I'm useless with my second sister." Xiao Saner suddenly said with big eyes.

"Okay, our mistress is useless to accompany me. Now I'm not afraid." Molan pinched the little guy's face. There is really not much meat. I will definitely raise him chubby in the future. How comfortable it is.

"Um, Xiao San'er accompanies the second sister." The little guy did not dodge Molan's hand. He seemed to know that it was a sign that his sister liked him.

In this way, the time passed in their chat, and there was a voice outside. It was probably the men who came back from working in the field. It's really hard. I go to the ground so early every day, and my stomach is still empty. It's strange that it's too early to age.

After the men cleaned up and entered the house, Molan answered their questions one by one. I said it over and over again, it's better. I'm tired, but she is very happy. Because everyone cares about her.

It was not until the time of the meal that Molan saw her mother Qiu. She and her aunt were probably busy from getting up until now, but there was nothing they could do. There was so much work at home. They can't do it. I usually don't have the help of the second room, so I have to do more.

At noon, it is the nest of miscellaneous noodles. There is no white noodles. It is probably sorghum noodles and other noodles, and the color is a little black. The dish is a large plate of shredded potatoes, a plate of pickles, a plate of spinach, and a pot of spinach soup. There is no meat at all.

Molan sat next to Wang and Xiao San'er on the kang, picked up the nest handed to her by Qiu and bit it. It tastes terrible. This is a real nest. It's not like the kind of sweet memories in time and space at all.

Molan tried to chew and swallow, and then scooped a spoonful of soup and drank it.

"The people who ate egg custard in the morning also rushed to eat with us. It's not shameful to see what you eat. Cui stared at Molan with dissatisfaction and said.

Molan looked at her and didn't answer her. Cui's mouth was still a little swollen, which couldn't stop her from talking. I didn't interrupt her loud complaints in the morning. At this time, I saw that her clothes were not as bright as when I first saw her yesterday, and it probably made her busy this morning.

Mo Lanxin said, it's still not tired enough. If she is tired, see if she still has the energy to speak?

"Eat yours well, and you can't block your mouth even if you eat." Feng talked about his daughter-in-law.

"I'm not used to some people who are a little injured and have to eat and drink for her, and have to be with her. It's like I'm hurt like this, and I have to work. If it's all the same as those people. Let's drink the northwest wind at home. Cui vented her dissatisfaction.

"Yes, the third aunt's injury is really serious. Why did the third uncle work so hard? Mistress, you want to talk about the third uncle. Molan answered.

"Eat, eat. If you say more, don't eat it." Feng knocked on the table with chopsticks. She stared at Cui fiercely. This lazy woman asked her to do some work in the morning, which also hurts. Nothing can be done well. She is tired of the old woman. I'm not idle when I eat now. Saying that he was seriously injured, doesn't that mean that his son kicked her?

Cui Shi muttered vaguely, and then began to eat. It was so fast. Molan was surprised to see it. Why didn't she dislike that her mouth was hurt at this time? Why doesn't she cry out for pain at this time?

A meal passed like this. Molan ate a lot of vegetables and drank a lot of soup, but she didn't eat a few bites. Anyway, she is still in bed now. She doesn't have much activity. It doesn't matter if she eats less.

After dinner, it was about 11 o'clock. After chatting for a while, we went back to the house to rest. It's March, not the busy farming season. So everyone is not in such a hurry. If the farming is busy, the whole family will have to fight together. There will give you time to rest.

At about 1 o'clock, the men went to the field again, and Wang led Momei and Xiao San to accompany Molan. After a while, Liu also came in with a sewing basket.

"How's the boss?" Wang and Liu went to the kang and asked her.

"I'm in good spirits today, and it doesn't hurt as much as before. I'm teaching Erlang to read now. Liu's smile was gentle. My sister-in-law said that there is not much work left. She can do it alone. Let me come and see if Mei's craftsmanship has been refined.

No wonder my aunt came over by herself. It turned out that her mother hadn't finished her work yet. Molan looked sideways at Liu's pointing at Momei's needle and thread. The memory of the original owner is dug out in my mind.

In my memory, my uncle went to a private school for a few days. Even his father studied for a few days. I can read a lot of words. As for why I didn't read them all the time later, it should be limited by the conditions.