Dressed up as a Real Mom [MTL]

Chapter 043: Cat Winter

Chapter 043: Cat Winter

Not long after the first snow melted, the second one fell again, which was bigger than the previous one.

At the beginning, He Xiaoyun looked a little strange, she became numb when she watched too much, and the weather was getting colder and colder. She, a southerner, had to rely on the stove to continue her life recently, and she didn't even dare to open the door.

Wei Jianwei also didn't let her go out. The food at home now only waits for him to go to the market to buy a bunch of them every week when he rests.

She now cooks, cooks, reads, cooks, knits, and cooks every day... If she were a sweet potato, she would have been scorched.

There are fewer and fewer fresh vegetables in the market. Xu Lanxiang said that there are not many people in the market in the suburbs. No matter how poor people are, they are not willing to go out to sell vegetables at this time. Also save some dishes for your family to eat.

After eating three consecutive meals of radish, He Xiaoyun decided that she would send a few bean sprouts to eat, otherwise, she would soon become a radish.

Her grandfather used to sell bean sprouts. He spread the mung beans layer by layer in a large wooden bucket with holes in the bottom, covered with bamboo leaves to shade them, and watered the mung beans every few hours for several days in succession. If the temperature is right, the mung bean sprouts will grow thick quickly.

At home, naturally I don't need a pen as big as a wooden barrel. He Xiaoyun finds a bamboo filter blue, spreads a layer of gauze underneath, pours the gauze through with water, spreads mung beans, and covers it with a layer of gauze. Finally Put the water filter basket on the side of the stove to make sure the temperature is not too low.

Now the temperature outside is very low, but it is not too cold indoors. As long as the temperature is higher than two degrees Celsius, mung beans can sprout.

Wei Yuanhang followed her, very curious, "Mom, is Yaya coming out?"

"It's early," He Xiaoyun said, "I put the basket here, you are not allowed to knock it down, have you heard?"

The child nodded repeatedly, "I looked at it and won't let Rongrong touch it."

He Xiaoyun slapped his head and smiled and said, "You still care about Rongrong, and you just need to take care of yourself. Where did you count the count you taught before? You've already counted twenty, so today you count to thirty. ."

Wei Yuanhang stretched out two fleshy palms. The ten little fingers were like small carrots. He looked down at his feet again, and said with a frown, "But mom, my fingers are not enough."

He Xiaoyun couldn't laugh or cry. She got up and went to the kitchen to grab a handful of mung beans and sprinkled them on the table, saying, "It's enough now. Let's count the mung beans and give me thirty."

The child lay on the table, stretched out his chubby hand, and counted one by one.

He Xiaoyun sat on the edge and kicked him woolen trousers. The two trouser legs were almost finished. She let Wei Yuanhang stand upright and compared him with him. She decided to play two more lines to finish.

Wei Jianwei opened the door and came in. He was wearing a military coat. This kind of clothes that others looked bloated and awkward, had a heroic spirit in him.

"Dad!" Wei Yuanhang yelled happily.

Wei Jianwei walked over while taking off his coat, touched his head, glanced at the mung beans on the table, "What are you doing?"