Chapter 191
When she woke up the next day, she found that Han Qingsong was no longer there and the miserable cries from the yard had disappeared as well. She guessed that Han Qingsong had already escorted them away.
It was already later than usual, so Lin Lan hurriedly prepared to cook for the family. Soon, the children got up one after another.
Sanwang was the most energetic, “Mother, I dreamt that I spent the entire night catching a thief. The thief still wanted to escape, but with one fell swoop of my stick, I…”
Listening to the mighty words from his tiny mouth, Lin Lan smiled, “Sanwang, go to the Brigade to see if your father is there to judge the thieves.”
Sanwang was surprised, “My father is back?”
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Lin Lan smiled and told him to wash his face before drinking a bowl of warm water quickly.
When the children got up, Dawang took the sickle and went to mow the grass before eating. Maisui went to feed the chicken and ducks, Erwang aided in preparing rice while Xiaowang could sleep a little longer because he was still a very young child.
Lin Lan, “Erwang, let’s make so fine noodles and eat flatbread in the morning.”
Flatbread this early in the morning? Erwang was slightly frightened by the thought.
He went to take a look, “Mother, there is not much flour left here.”
“Bring all of it over. There’s still so wheat left at ho. Later, you and your father can take them for milling.”
Erwang was taken aback by Lin Lan’s boldness, so he obediently brought it over. After all, he wanted his father to have a good al since he just returned ho.
Speaking of which, Lin Lan’s cooking skills weren’t considered to be very good. It’s a sha that there was a shortage of supplies at this ti, so there was nothing much to eat. It was a good thing for them to cook so refined grains.
Lin Lan’s affinity with noodles was still slightly clumsy, especially with thin noodles. Even the original owner herself hadn’t made it too many tis either.
Lin Lan finally managed to make the noodles well, but she found out that she had forgotten to keep the anti-stick flour, so there was no choice but to take out the corn flour.
However, she found that cornal was better at preventing sticky situations from occurring on the utensils.
She made a few scallion pancakes first. While waiting for the pancakes, she continued to roll the remaining dough and cut the noodles in layers.
There was a certain custom to how they made the noodles. Now that she was currently living at ho with her husband and children only, these rituals were still necessary.
Erwang looked at it and said euphemistically, “Mother, shall I cut the noodles for you next ti?”
Lin Lan smiled and said, “After we mill the wheat, I’ll let you cut up the noodles the next ti we make them.”
Erwang made a promise to himself that he was going to do a better job than his mother at cutting up the noodles.
Lin Lan didn’t even realise that she was currently looked down upon by a 9-year-old as she even thought that she was doing a good job. Thinking that she was making a good al for her family, she felt a sense of accomplishnt bursting in her heart.
Thinking about the eight culinary cuisines, Japanese food and European-style als that she had never eaten in her previous life, it was ironic to her that she felt amused by a few white flour cakes.
Erwang saw that Lin Lan was smiling so happily and thought, it seems that they have reconciled. Mother is happiest when father is ho.
Lin Lan, who was pegged as a woman who was happiest when her husband was by her side, humd a little song and cut the noodles.
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