Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

"As long as we have good food, the children are still young. There is still plenty of time to make whatever we want to eat in the future, so we have to seize the time to eat."

"Master Wife, as you said, we also have a lot of time."

"Yes, they are all available."

Sang Cheng and Qiao Jinshu also came, and Song Tingran asked them to knead the dough and make some cookies. They would also make some yeast cakes, which could be baked and eaten later, but they would not do anything else.

In a short time, Xiao Yuchen and the others also rushed over.

"Xiaoyi is awake, or I would have been here long ago." Xiao Yuchen knew himself and was about to start lighting the fire.

"When you wake up, bring them here to eat small pancake rolls and grilled skewers." Qiao Jinshu said casually. Xiao Yuchen didn't think of this at all. He knew that Song Tingran's order was to take the child back to his room to sleep.

"It's too late, I've already been coaxed back to sleep. I was already so sleepy that I fell asleep quickly."

There was nothing we could do about it. Song Qingyi was the child closest to Xiaobing, so he just missed it.

Song Tingran looked at the weather outside. It wasn't snowing but it was still very cold. After all, it was the ninth cold day.

She asked Xiao Yuchen and Wen Ci to move the barbecue pit at home into the dining room so that they could barbecue with the door open, keeping it cool and ventilated.

When everything was almost ready, Song Tingran's family began to divide into two groups.

Song Tingran, Wen Ci, and Wen Li were making cookies in Bai's kitchen, while everyone else was barbecuing in the dining room, and the smell of meat skewers quickly spread out.

Liu Bai on the roof of Xiufang was frozen stiff. He had been here for too long. He had been staying here since the New Year's Eve dinner.

The embroidery workshop only has two floors, while the Song family has three floors. Liu Bai couldn't see what was going on inside the Song family at all, but he could hear the laughter and laughter, as if they were celebrating the New Year together.

She is right, the Chinese New Year is really lively, and they are still making delicious food so late. I wonder if it is the same taste that I have tasted before. It has been too long and I can’t remember clearly, Liu Bai thought to himself, and moved stiffly. His fingers stopped staying here and went back to his room.

"Brother, you are really good at controlling the barbecue heat. The meat is sizzling and delicious at first sight." Qiao Jinshu's rainbow fart came online.

"You can eat more in a while. There's a lot of meat cut, so I'll take care of it."

With that said, Shi Yan divided the skewers that were already grilled in his hand. Everyone had one, and gave two more skewers to Qiao Jinshu, and then grilled them again.

Sang Cheng stood next to Shi Yan, holding a skewer of beef in his hand, "Brother, I'll grill it for a while. You have a rest."

"I'm not tired. This is just the beginning. Eat it quickly. It will cool down after a while, but it won't be so delicious."

"I'll switch with you later."

"Well, eat quickly."

The candles were dimmed in the Bai kitchen, and Song Tingran and the three of them returned to the dining room with small cakes in their hands.

"Master Wife, you are finally better. I miss you so much." Qiao Jinshu immediately handed out the barbecue in his hand.

"Do you miss me, or do you miss it?"

Song Tingran pointed to the small pancakes placed on the dining table, and Qiao Jinshu smiled as she talked about it. She wrapped one up and put onions and beef skewers on it. It looked delicious.

"Jinshu, try it." Song Tingran handed it to Qiao Jinshu directly.

"Ah, Wife, you are the best to me, but this is the first one, so it's not good for me."

"Stop pretending, it's the first delicious thing you've ever tasted. Isn't it too little? Taste the saltiness."

"Ok!"

Qiao Jinshu took it and ate it with big mouthfuls. The green onions were juicy and not spicy, and tasted with a hint of sweetness that was unique to vegetables.

"It's delicious!" Qiao Jinshu was already immersed in it.

Song Tingran continued to wrap it and gave it to each husband before she started eating.

This thing is so good. If you eat one, you will feel like two, and if you eat two, you will feel like three.

Changyuqiao Sihasha, he doesn’t like spicy food and is also sensitive to spicy food. He drank several mouthfuls of water and took it easy.

"Qiao, are you okay? The meat skewers I rolled for you are not spicy." Song Tingran patted his back.

"No, Wife, it's the green onions in this. I can't eat them." He continued.

"I just put one for you... Then I'll roll another one for you. It still tastes good."

"Well, it's delicious. Wife, I can just roll it myself. You should eat it quickly. I've been busy for a long time."

Song Tingran was rolling with Chang Yuqiao. Sang Cheng was a little confused and said, "This is really strange. The third brother can drink such spicy wine, but he can't eat this little green onion."

Even Chang Yuqiao himself was stunned, "Yeah, it's really strange. Sang Cheng, you're not very good at drinking, but you're fine with Xiao Cong."

Everyone is thinking about it, and Song Tingran can't quite explain it clearly. It's probably just a matter of personal taste.

"It's not spicy. The spiciness of the drink feels like a knife cutting your throat. That's how it feels when you drink."

Wen Ci nodded, "Yeah, I'm quite jealous, but I can't stand the sourness of lemons."

While eating and chatting like this, Song Tingran also brushed the dough cakes with seasonings and put them on the barbecue grill to bake.

"Jinshu, there are other cakes here. Just take one less bite. You won't be able to eat this anymore. There's no point in crying." Song Tingran was really afraid that Qiao Jinshu would burst his stomach. After a while, he could see clearly. Specifically how much you ate.

It’s not that I can’t afford it, it’s because my stomach is full and I won’t be able to eat it in the future.

"I understand, my wife, I know it well, I have a belly to keep."

Xiao Yuchen touched Qiao Jinshu's belly and smiled, saying everything without saying anything, making everyone laugh.

This dough pancake is already cooked, and after baking for a while, it is ready to eat.

It happened to be a portion, and everyone came to get it. Song Tingran couldn't eat it anymore, "Yu Chen, I'll give this to you."

"Ah? Wife, you don't want to eat?"

Xiao Yuchen came over. He could eat. He had a big appetite.

"Well, you eat. I'm going to die. What kind of good person can eat without risking his life?"

Seeing that Song Tingran really couldn't eat, Xiao Yuchen asked the others if they had enough. The answers were surprisingly consistent. They were all very full, so he started eating with peace of mind.

As a result, everyone had leftovers, not only the scones, but also the meat skewers and the small pancakes.

Song Tingran looked at it and saw that these cookies and the unbaked dough cakes could still be eaten tomorrow, and asked Sang Cheng to put them back in the kitchen.

The leftovers won’t taste good tomorrow, they don’t look like vegetables and they can still be eaten hot, so I can only give Manfu a try.

When the holidays come to the Song family, they feel that there are few dogs in the house, and a dog can bring happiness every time.

Song Tingran and her husband were all at the small door. In Manfu's dog basin were five or six skewers of meat, plus half of the scones and a few bites of the scones, all in the dog basin.