"Daddy, how do you look?"

Back home, Ling Jingxuan and his brothers are busy putting together the things they bought today. Ling Wenling and Lingwu go back to their room to try on new clothes at his command. After a while, the little bunny Ling Wu rushes into the kitchen excitedly and finds Ling Jingxuan who is preparing to get something to eat. His dark blue robe is inevitably a little bigger on his body, which makes him thinner and thinner However, Xuan said with a smile: "ha ha My son is pretty, why can't I look good? "

As he spoke, he gave up a hand to pinch his cheek. The smiling sight was to look at Ling Wen, who was following in. He chose a small Tibetan blue robe for both children. Although the color was not suitable for their age and looked old-fashioned, and they were thin and thin, they could not hold on at all. However, the child was still young, and the dark blue color was resistant to dirt, so he was not old-fashioned at all What.

"Daddy

The two steamed buns, who had never been praised, let their father praise them naked, almost at the same time, and the little buns stamped their feet, turned around and ran out embarrassed.

"Ha ha He's shy, but he's pretty

Next to Ling Jingpeng timely inserted a sentence, originally still strong Ling Wen also can not stay, red face quietly dropped a sentence, I went to see Xiaowu and ran away in a hurry.

Ling Jingxuan and his brother looked at each other and laughed. The richer and more varied the children's reactions were, the happier they were. This also proved that they were gradually getting out of their once gloomy life.

"Brother, why do you put so much oil? I'll talk about you again later."

After helping to clean up the things, Ling Jingpeng turns around and sees Ling Jingxuan scooping a big spoon of newly refined lard into the pot. Feng Mou can't help climbing up to the naked heartache. Don't say it's in this home. It's the old Ling family that drips a few drops of vegetable oil at most when cooking. How can anyone spend so much money? It's no wonder that Xiaowen always talks about him. He really can't live a good life!

"Ha ha It's OK. Once in a while, isn't it that we make money? It's nothing to be extravagant. It's not every day. "

Compared with his heartache, Ling Jingxuan doesn't care at all. He is skillfully flipping the green scallion pancakes in the pot. Don't ask him why it is black. It's not that his steamed buns are too expensive for white flour and refuse to sell them. He can only use black noodles to bake scallion pancakes.

“…… Would you like the meat fried, too

Ling Jingpeng has no choice but to scan the rest of the sliced pork in the side of the refinery. There are still clean black wild vegetables in the dustpan not far away. It seems that he is ready to go to the pot.

"Well, we have to go to the mountains to do rough work later. How can we do without some good food?"

"You can keep it for the night with the children. I'll be full of potherb."

He really loves food, and he really loves his children. He wants to save them for two children. But Ling Jingxuan turns his head and says seriously: "what does it mean to keep it for dinner? It's all to eat. Isn't it all for lunch and evening? Jingpeng, you are my younger brother, the only younger brother. Do we still use you and me between brothers? Big brother made money and invited you to eat meat. Why? If you want to figure out everything like this, do you help me sell fish, should I also pay you? "

"It's not brother. I don't mean that. I'm..."

Hearing the speech, Ling Jingpeng nervously waved his hand to explain, but Ling Jingxuan didn't give him a chance to finish. He snatched the topic slightly forcefully: "I know what you want to say, Jingpeng. I know my family is poor. But people's destiny is in our hands. As long as we are flexible in mind, willing to study and work hard, sooner or later, we will get rid of poverty and become rich. One day, I want our family to be white every day It's rice. It's Duncan

Looking at his brother's thin side face, Ling Jingpeng quietly clenched his fist. He was right. As long as they were willing to work hard, why not have a good life?

Know that his little brother is also a mind wide, Ling Jingxuan also did not continue, ring drum without hammer, he will understand, his meaning.

"Well, Jingpeng, go and ask the children to wash their hands and eat. When they take a nap, we will go to the mountains..."

"Touch, touch..."

About two quarters of an hour later, the sweating Ling Jingxuan finally cooked ten scallion pancakes and cooked double cooked pork with fungus. But before he finished speaking, there was a rude knock on the door, which was actually supposed to be a kick on the door. The brothers looked at the door through the big door of the simple kitchen, and the broken wooden door, which was not so reliable, seemed to fall at any time.

"You go and ask the child to wash his hands first. No matter what happens outside, don't come out. I'll have a look."

The good will not come. Look at the battle, I'm afraid someone will come again. Ling Jingxuan says coldly, wiping his hands and going out. Ling Jingpeng is worried to see his back. He thinks that his elder brother's temperament has changed and will not be bullied again. Instead, he turns around and takes two buns to the backyard.

"Oh, you're a dead man. I'll break my hand before you open the door. Do you still have my aunt?"

When he opened the door, Ling Jingxuan didn't have time to see the situation outside. A rude female voice almost broke his eardrum. At the same time, someone scolded him and tried to enter the yard. Ling Jingxuan rolled his white eyes powerlessly and moved slightly to the middle to block their way: "who should I be? It's aunt Ling San and sister Ying of the old scholar's family. What are you playing today What about the wind? Why did you two come here? "Danfeng's narrow eyes are full of sarcasm. Looking at the mother and daughter standing in front of him, he almost recognized their identities. The third aunt of the original owner, Ling Jiang, and her eldest daughter, Ling Xiaoying, were almost immediately recognized.