Chapter 130 Watermelon (Second Update)

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After a long time, Molan followed the crowd to the Mo family's old house. This time, she brought a pot of chicken soup to nourish Mojin's body. They didn't bring anything else, and it was not Mojin's turn to eat.

At this moment, Mo Jin is better than the early morning, and his eyes are no longer so rigid. He is whispering to Mo Quan.

"Uncle, are you better?" Mo Changhai and Mo Changhe went forward and greeted Mo Jin. Mo Jin nodded to the two.

"Sister-in-law, you are all here. Come on, come on, sit down." Mo Jin's voice opened his mouth hoarsely.

"Lie down and don't move. But is it better? How can I still feel bad?" Wang sat on the kang and asked with concern.

"It's better. Let my sister-in-law bother with me." Mo Jin grinned. Although his leg hurt so much, he couldn't show it.

"Uncle, this is the chicken soup for you. It has been cooked for a few hours, and the chicken is also rotten. Please have a drink." Qiu has brought a large bowl of chicken soup in a bowl, and there is also boiled chicken in it.

"Oh, that's time to show your attention. Just take this bowl of broken chicken soup as a good person. I'm afraid I know that my mallet has sold money for profit. Feng's face was sarcastic. The man woke up, and her son also put it back. There were still 20 taels of silver left in her house, and her heart was much brighter. At this time, you will also have the spirit to fight with people.

Qiu didn't want to argue with her, so she didn't quarrel and made the second uncle uneasy. She handed the chicken soup to Feng and asked her to feed Mojin.

"What kind of rare thing is this shit!" Feng said disdainfully, but she still took the chicken soup and smelled it. It was really fragrant. It seemed that it was time to stew, and she scooped the spoon with a spoon. He put it in his mouth and drank it. After drinking it, he pouted and said, "I'll taste it. Really, it's so light that I can't even give salt. It's stingy."

"Milk, I also want to drink chicken soup, and I want to eat chicken." Dalang hurried over. His food has been very bad recently, and now he smells the aroma of chicken soup. He is greedy.

"Eat, how can you not let my good grandson eat? Come on. Feed you with milk." Feng scooped up a large piece of chicken and put it into his grandson's mouth.

Qiu turned around and went out. It seemed that the second uncle couldn't eat this bowl of chicken soup, so she had to go to the kitchen to hold a bowl. Fortunately, she brought a bowl, or the second uncle would not even drink the dregs.

Molan looked at Mo Changsheng. He sat motionless on the stool, looking haggard and his hair was messy. It seemed that he didn't have a good time last night. However, his eyes were more indifferent. Looking at the ink lying on the kang, he didn't seem to feel much.

This Mo Changsheng must not come into contact alone in the future. Who knows what he will do? It's terrible! Molan secretly reminded herself.

Qiu entered the house with chicken soup again, and this time she didn't give it to Feng. She saw that the chicken soup in Feng's bowl was almost gone, curled her lips, and went straight to feed Mojin.

Mo Jin did not refuse. He swallowed the chicken soup one by one with tears in his eyes. This was the intention of the eldest brother's family. I can't let it down, and I have to drink it even if I'm blocked in my heart.

"The second daughter-in-law. Is there anything else? Look, we took care of your second uncle, and we didn't even eat the hot food. This family is hungry." Feng poured the bottom of the bowl of chicken soup into his stomach and asked Qiu again.

"It's gone." Qiu's replied coldly, and the second aunt's words were really not disgusting.

"Milk, you see, it's still so much. I still have to drink it. Let's cook chicken soup noodles later. I haven't eaten it for a long time." Dalang actually ran to the stove and brought the basin in. Looking at the half of the basin of chicken soup, his eyes were shining.

"That's for your master. Keep it for him to drink in the evening. You all ate it. What do you drink?" Qiu shouted to Dalang to stop him.

"Didn't you drink it? Besides, grandpa has to keep me drink. I'm the eldest grandson of the Mo family. You have to let me eat anything delicious first!" The eldest son said angrily.

"Zhong, give my baby grandson a meal, and I'll give you milk. Let's cook chicken soup noodles later, and let my grandson eat enough." Feng spoiled Da Lang's head and filled him with another bowl.

She asked Mo Ju to go to the stove to get a bowl, filled the bowl for Mo Changsheng, and gave Mo Ju more than half of the bowl. With her own bowl, there was only a little chicken soup left in the pot.

"Mom, where's mine? I want to drink it, too. When Cui saw that there was nothing left, she hurriedly shouted.

"What are you shouting about? I know how to eat all day. Go. Add some water here for stewing, and then rolling in some noodles to cook. Didn't you hear that Dalang said he wanted to eat chicken soup noodles? I don't have a win-eye at all, really." Feng pointed to the basin and asked Cui to work.

Cui Shi took the basin and muttered into the stove in a low voice. Looking around, he picked up the basin and drank the little chicken soup left. Then he added water to the basin and poured it into the cauldron and began to light the fire.

Mo Jin lay in ** drinking chicken soup. He didn't say a word about Feng's conversation, but it was not difficult to see that a heartache flashed in his eyes.

"Jin, hurt your muscles and bones for a hundred days. What's more, your bones are broken. You have to take good care of it. Just say whatever you want. Your sister-in-law and your niece will make it for you." Mo Quan took his brother's hand to comfort him.

"Yes, second uncle, just tell me what you want to eat. It's convenient to cook over there. Sit down and I'll bring it to you." Qiu fed the last spoonful of chicken soup into Mojin's mouth and wiped his mouth with a veil.

Before Mojin opened his mouth, Feng answered, "Let's get some big fish stewed vermicelli, and then make some fried pork, pork stewed vermicelli, chicken stewed mushrooms and so on. Your second uncle guess he wants to eat it."

"I also want fried meatballs and beef buns." Dalang is also ordering dishes nearby.

"Second grandpa, you take good care of yourself. Last night, my grandfather and I almost didn't close my eyes. Today, I've been busy for another day. Let them go for a rest. How are Lanlan here with you?" Molan stepped forward, took Mo Jin's hand and said softly.

"Lan'er is a good girl." Mo Jin praised Mo Lan, and then said to Mo Quan, "Brother, sister-in-law, you all go back to the house and rest. I'm fine. I don't eat those things. Don't send it to me either. Why do you spend that? Let the people in Changsheng's family get me a stutter.

"If you rest, don't worry about anything. Let's go back first. I'll come to see you again tomorrow." Mo Quan touched Mo Jin's gray hair, his eyes were sore, and he turned around and went out.

As soon as they went out, they heard Feng complaining about Mojin: "What's the use of you! What do you mean don't send those food? They open a food shop. If they eat too much, they should not make some food for them. You pretend to be a big-tailed wolf. No, I don't want you to drink the northwest wind.

Mo Quan sighed and walked with his hands behind his back.

The next day, the Mo family sent the big bone soup. The amount was not much. Except for Mo Jin, there was not much left. Molan looked at the rest of the people grabbing the leftover bone soup and shook her head. Her family used to be bitter, but even the mistress would not grab food. The child's education was really an adult.

In the following days, the Mo family sent soup to the second room every day. Today's chicken soup, Ming's pig bone soup, the latter's beef bone soup, pig's trotter soup, fish soup, etc., were made in various ways. Mo Jin's face also improved day by day, but his words were much less than before

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On this day, Mo Lan and Xiao San'er were eating cold noodles in the backyard. She was sweating profusely. Now the Mo family's cold noodles are very famous. Almost all the craftsmen and people from the town have to bring a bowl and bring back a lot.

"Lanlan, there was a mule car in the front yard just now. There were a lot of green things in the garden. I don't know what it is. Will you go and have a look?" Qiu Erjun suddenly ran over and said to Molan.

"The green things in the garden? Isn't it? Let's go and have a look." Mo Lan pulled the last mouthful of cold noodles into her mouth and led Xiao Saner to the front yard.

When I got to the front yard, there was indeed a big mule car. The mule was eating grass there, and there were dozens of green things left in the park.

It's really a watermelon! Molan's eyes lit up. After she came, she hadn't eaten watermelon. Last year, she was busy. She didn't go to the town to find a watermelon seller. She thought of selling watermelon and came to her door.

She patted the watermelon and listened to the banging sound of the watermelon. She smiled and hurriedly pulled the mistress into the shop.

It's over, and there are only two people eating, one in their forties and the other in their twenties. They look like father and son.

"Don't say, your steamed buns are fragrant. They are more delicious than what I usually eat in the town. They are big and have a lot of stuffing. No wonder your business is so good that it has spread in the town." The middle-aged man was dark-skinned and looked loyal and honest. At this moment, he was eating steamed buns while praising the Mo family's steamed buns to Qiu Dajun.

"It's delicious. You will come here often in the future. Our steamed buns are affordable, and this soup is only a penny for a bowl. Where can I drink it in the town?" Qiu Dajun was chatting with him.

"I heard that you still have something called cold noodles, so give me a bowl." The young man in his twenties looks like his father, and he is loyal. At this moment, he is going to have a cold skin in a loud voice.

"Yes, can the eldest brother eat spicy food?" Qiu Dajun asked.

"I can, I like spicy food." The young man nodded hurriedly.

"All right, come right now." Qiu Dajun answered and hurried to the back to have the cold noodles.

"Good, uncle, is this stuff of the mule car outside yours?" Molan came in and said hello to someone first.

"Yes, daughter, what's wrong? Want to buy watermelon?" The middle-aged man was happy with Molan. The girl in front of him was really watery, and the little baby was also good-looking.

"This thing is called watermelon. How can I sell it?" Molan asked as if she had never eaten it.

"This watermelon was expensive for decades. We can't afford it. Now it's much more cheap, and ordinary people can eat it. Daughter, we sell it for five cents a catty in the town. These are leftovers. This is your shop. If your daughter buys it, how about you spend four cents and a catty?" The middle-aged man said honestly that he didn't want to pull the watermelon back. If he could sell more, he would sell more.