As for why Liu Pan'er was so grateful to Lin Mo's mother, it was because out of the 500 yuan she gave to her family to break off the engagement, the last 150 yuan was given to her by Lin Mo's mother. Without this 150 yuan, Liu Pan'er was sure that her parents would not agree to her marriage so readily and write a letter of severance for her.
So when she came to the field with Hanbao on her back and saw Bai Ruanruan bullying Lin Mo, she couldn't help but rush over and push Bai Ruanruan, because she always remembered the kindness of Lin Mo's mother in her heart.
Although she had taken advantage of Lin Mo before, she silently remembered all of this in her heart. As long as she had the ability in the future, she would return it to Lin Mo one by one.
Not to mention what was in Liu Pan'er's mind, Lin Mo had already carried Hanbao on his back and pushed his bicycle home, but when she saw a row of little babies in front of her house, she was stunned.
"Why are these kids at my doorstep? Shouldn't they be cutting grass for pigs in the corner of the back mountain at this time?" Lin Mo thought so and asked.
When Lin Mo asked this question, the children who were squatting, sitting or standing in front of her door playing all looked at her. When they saw her coming back, they quickly lined up and greeted her.
Aunt Lin Mo! You're back!
Aunt Lin Mo! You're back!
Aunt Lin Mo! You're back
Seeing that these children were very well-behaved, Lin Mo greeted them happily and asked again: "Hello! What are you waiting for me for?"
Seeing Lin Mo asking the oldest among them, Wang Daya quickly took out a small wooden bucket from the shadows beside her door and said, "Auntie Lin Mo, these are the small fish and shrimps we caught in the creek today. We're giving them to you. Thank you for sharing the candy with us yesterday!"
Lin Mo looked down and saw that the small bucket was full of small fish and shrimps. Although each fish and shrimp was not big, Lin Mo estimated that these small fish and shrimps could fill at least two large plates if fried.
Just as Lin Mo was about to refuse, Liu Goudan and Wang Tiedan stuffed a small package wrapped in large leaves into his hands. Then they said in unison: "Aunt Lin Mo, these are the wild fruits we picked. Thank you for giving us candy."
Then this kid stuffed a small wild fruit into Lin Mo's pocket, and that kid stuffed a beautiful little stone into Lin Mo's pocket. Anyway, Lin Mo's arms were filled with things here and there. Originally, Lin Mo wanted to give these kids some candies, but these kids refused with a smile, and ran away before Lin Mo took out the candies.
Lin Mo could only shout: "If you want to eat candy in the future, you can also exchange these things with me!"
Looking at the group of little kids who had already run away, Lin Mo smiled helplessly, opened the door and pushed the bicycle into the yard first, then carefully picked up the pile of things that she had just put on the ground in order to find the key, and finally took in the small wooden bucket of fish and shrimps that the children had given her. Only then did Lin Mo close the door and dare to wave her hand to put all these things into the space.
As soon as Lin Mo walked into the main room, she saw that the defective products and defective cloth she bought from the supply and marketing cooperative were neatly placed on the table. She went to the kitchen to check and found that the food she bought today was also neatly placed.
After checking the things, Lin Mo returned to the house and put Han Bao on the big kang in her living room. She checked to see if the diaper was freshly changed or dry. Then she went to the cabinet to take out her own towel blanket to cover little Han Bao and coax him to sleep. Little Han Bao was also a carefree person and fell asleep in a short while. Lin Mo also put little Han Bao into the bedroom in her space
Her space is very special. As long as the living things are not in the same room with her, they will be in a dormant state. So she is not worried that Xiao Hanbao will suddenly wake up and find anything different.
Lin Mo glanced at the clock in her space. It was already 1:55 in the afternoon. Assuming the autumn harvest was over at 7 o'clock, she still had five hours to stew the chicken soup.
She first took out the freshly cooked chicken from the refrigerator and thawed it using her secret method. While thawing the chicken, she was not idle either. She prepared ginger slices, chopped green onions and other ingredients. Thinking about Liu Paner's physical condition, she found a handful of red dates, washed them and put them aside for later use.
After the chicken was thawed, she chopped it into pieces, put it into a pot and boiled it over high heat, then scooped out the foam. In order to remove the fishy smell, she also added a few slices of ginger.
Then she covered the pot and prepared to simmer it over low heat for another half an hour. Of course, she was not idle during this half an hour. She cleaned all the small fish and shrimps that the children gave her
Seeing that the chicken was almost done, Lin Mo added a handful of red dates that she had just washed into the pot and continued to simmer over the lowest heat. Lin Mo thought for a moment and then left the space and went to the kitchen to scoop a small bowl of cornmeal from the large vat in the kitchen. Then she turned back into the space to make some cornmeal steamed buns for her uncle's family to eat with chicken soup in the evening.
Lin Mo wanted to order some white flour, but when he thought about how her family had already used up all the white flour and he didn't buy any today, he gave up the idea. After mixing the corn flour and steaming it, forty minutes had passed. Lin Mo took a look at the chicken soup and felt that it was almost done, so he added some salt to it and prepared to simmer it over low heat for another ten minutes before serving.
Lin Mo put the small fish and shrimp that she had just processed into a pan and fried them all. Since she had coated the small fish and shrimp with starch, the fried fish and shrimp were particularly crispy.
Lin Mo put the fried fish and shrimps into two large plates. She planned to keep one for herself and take the other to her uncle's house later.
After the small fish and shrimp were fried, the chicken soup that Lin Mo had been longing for was also stewed, and the chicken soup was sprinkled with green chopped green onions. Lin Mo also put the chicken soup into two different containers. The portion she was going to keep for herself was all chicken soup without chicken in the large soup bowl in her space. The portion she was going to send to her uncle's house was all chicken, and there was less chicken soup, probably only two bowls
There is nothing we can do about this! One reason is that she only likes to drink chicken soup and doesn't want to eat the chicken used to make it.
One reason was that supplies were in short supply, and her uncle's family was working hard during the autumn harvest, so they needed to eat more meat to replenish their body. The most important thing was that the chicken soup she brought to her uncle's family was in a small clay pot with a lid, which was only that big. After putting all the chicken in, it was full before she could hold much chicken soup.
By the time Lin Mo had sorted out the things and put them into the basket, the corn steamed buns were also ready. There were twenty in total. She didn't leave any for herself (because she thought they were not tasty, and she still had eight white steamed buns to eat), and put them all in the basket.
He took the basket and Xiao Hanbao out of the space. Xiao Hanbao was still sleeping soundly as soon as he came out of the space. Lin Mo checked and found that there was no problem at all. It seemed that this kind of stillness had no effect on him at all.
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