After Dressing Up As a Stepmother, I Transformed the Whole Family Into Working In the Fields Chapter 362

The three of them returned home and the rain had stopped.

Awang put his umbrella on the porch to dry, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen to make dinner.

Previously, he brought a brood of chickens back to raise. Qin Yao disliked the smell, so Awang built a cage for the brood of chickens next to the livestock shed that could protect them from wind and rain.

There is no need to go to school these days. Sanlang and Si Niang were so outraged that they took rice from the rice vat at home to feed it, and one of them actually choked to death.

I didn't dare to tell the adults yet, but with Awang's help to cover it up, I would bury the dead chicken in the back mountain, sneak back and bump into Qin Yao who was going to the backyard to check the wood condition.

Si Niang screamed "ouch", and although Sanlang didn't scream, he almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Qin Yao was quick and grabbed one with each hand, so the brother and sister saved a whole load of clothes to wash.

Saburo nodded obediently, and then went to give his father a slice. He tilted his head as usual and asked, "Dad, are you feeling good?"

Aniang said, those who don't work don't get to eat!

He had soaked some radishes a few days ago, and now the sourness had soaked through. He used a bamboo colander to take out two large pieces from the jar, cut them into thin slices and placed them in a pottery dish. He cut a small piece of red pepper for garnish and handed them over. Give it to Sanlang and Si Niang and ask them to take it to the main room.

Awang nodded and let it go.

Seeing the Si Niang brothers and sisters gathering around the table and eating the sweet and sour pickled radish, the sour and mouth-watering aroma penetrated the tip of his nose, and Liu Ji couldn't help but swallow.

Liu Ji's eyes were shining and very earnest. Qin Yao couldn't help but comment: “Your eyes look like a dog's.”

It's a pity that there are so many things at home that I can't rest at all.

The two little ones happily walked into the house carrying pickled radishes and closed the door with their feet to block the cold wind blowing outside.

Liu Ji: “Huh?”

When they arrived at Lotus Courtyard, the father and son did not go in. Dinner was about to be served at home, and Liu Ji could not guarantee that he would stay for an extra quarter of an hour to see if there would be any leftovers on the table.

Fortunately, the boy also realized that the scolding was meaningless. He shut his mouth, folded his arms and followed Liu Ji. Silence is golden.

"Liu Ji, do you have no hands?" Qin Yao asked in a bad temper while closing the door. Liu Ji chuckled, waved his hand to give way to Sanlang who wanted to feed him, and stood up to greet him.

The two children lowered their heads in guilt. "I'm sorry" was quite sincere, but Saburo licked the corner of his mouth regretfully, "I'll have to eat one less chicken next year."

However, occasionally when the children were lazy and went to find Awang or their father, she would turn a blind eye and not pursue the matter.

Passing by the table, the Dalang brother and sister, who were eating happily, blinked and Liu Ji's big hand snatched most of the remaining plate of pickled radish.

Tilted his head and asked: "Dad, is it sour?"

Siniang glared at her younger brother with hatred, and hurriedly assured Awang again: "We know we were wrong, and we won't be impatient next time."

"What are you doing? It's raining so hard. Just bring a hat. Your trouser legs are all wet." Qin Yao asked doubtfully.

There are a lot of housework at home, and Awang alone cannot take care of it. Therefore, Qin Yao still has to do her own housework education for the four brothers and sisters.

“Sanlang, let daddy have a taste!” Liu Ji sat on the same spot without moving his buttocks, just opened his mouth and waited for him to be fed.

Qin Yao pushed the door open with wound medicine and cotton cloth, and what she saw was Liu Ji, his biological father, sitting by the brazier, opening his mouth and waiting for Sanlang to feed him.

The brother and sister agreed and came to the kitchen with firewood in their arms. Awang looked at them helplessly and motioned for them to put down the firewood. He beckoned them to the front and solemnly warned: "There won't be another time. Chicken lives matter.”

It was very warm in the main room, and a basin of charcoal was burning brightly. Liu Ji pulled Da Lang Erlang aside and occupied a unique position. He stretched out his hands to warm himself up, and rubbed his face and ears with his warm hands. He thought that he should sleep in today. Not going anywhere under the covers.

Sanlang and Si Niang stuck out their tongues and said in unison that it was nothing. They wanted to slip away, but were called back by Qin Yao. Each of them was given an armful of firewood, "Go to the kitchen and prepare for dinner. Don't run around when it's dark."

Anyway, as long as you don't ask her to do it, that's fine.

Erlang was no match for the strength of an adult male, so he was taken away by Liu Ji while cursing.

Today, he didn't say a word nonsense. He responded with a good response, naughtily took the piece of carrot that Erlang was about to put in his mouth, and went out with a bang.

“Sour—” Liu Ji frowned, but after the sourness subsided, the unique spiciness of radish and red pepper spread, and it was very refreshing!

To sum it up, it can be summed up in two words, "Sour and refreshing! Get another piece for dad."

She put down the bamboo sticks and sat down by the brazier. She put the medicine she had brought on the small stool next to her. Dalang sat down on his own initiative and showed his injured hand.

Saburo was careless, so he responded and chose the most soaked piece for him, and happily trotted it to Liu Ji's mouth.

Erlang snorted. He was really afraid of the darkness. Unknowingly, he grabbed his father's belt with his little hands.

She forked two more slices, feeling a sense of satisfaction brought by the delicious food in her heart, which made Qin Yao feel happy.

Forget it, Qin Yao shook her head and smiled, not bothering to explain to him any more. She took the bamboo stick from Liu Ji's hand and took a bite herself. It was really good. "Awang's craftsmanship is so good that he can sell it."

The rain had just stopped, the road outside the house was muddy and slippery, and it was getting dark. In the past, Liu Ji would have had ten thousand reasons not to go.

Qin Yao told Liu Ji while changing Dalang's dressing: "This radish is really good for soaking. Take a bowl out and send it to Lianyuan as an appetizer for your master and brother."

Liu Ji raised his eyebrows and was speechless.

Erlang: "." Just say it's irritating or not!

He forked a piece with a bamboo skewer and handed it to Qin Yao, "Madam, try it. It's sour, spicy and a little sweet. It's particularly delicious."

Liu Jicai wouldn't let him go. He would reply when Erlang scolded him. Sometimes he would hear a few fresh idioms come out of the child's mouth. He would say, "Not bad, not bad. You all know how to curse without using curse words."

The father and son didn't even bother bringing a lantern with them when they went out. It was getting darker and darker, and Erlang walked slower and slower.

Seeing that the plate was finally put down, Erlang took it away and continued to eat with the twins. Liu Ji wanted to come and eat together, but Erlang protected him and snorted at him, "If you want to eat it, go and get it yourself. This is ours. It's up to us to follow the radish." Uncle Awang went to pull it out together!”

“Aniang, daddy, there are pickled radish!”

"Ahhh!" Erlang went crazy and chased him out. His father successfully caught him and grabbed the boy's neck. "Let's go with dad to the Lotus Garden to deliver things!"

Liu Ji sighed "Alas", how could he, a dignified man, really care about a brat?

Stretched out his hand and grabbed the back of Erlang's neck, "Follow closely, don't fall into the river."

Handing a large bowl of pickled radish to the guard, Liu Ji took Erlang and left.

Even before I got home, I could already smell the tempting aroma of food.

Looking up, there was a warm orange light in the dark night. The father and son looked at each other, smiled and rushed towards the warm light.

Chapter end

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