Rice, egg custard. Bok choy fried in oil. Also put a seafood soup.
When Zeng Hongling came back, seeing such a meal, she smiled happily.
"Yuanyuan, look, my harvest today is okay, right?"
"It's not bad, I'll eat it tonight."
"Am I still going in the afternoon?"
"You'd better calm down, seeing how tanned you are."
"It's okay, black dots are black dots, and I think they look pretty." Zeng Hongling smiled narcissistically.
Su Yuanyuan felt that she was like an old mother. Since the girl herself didn't find it ugly, she didn't say anything more.
Because of the heavy rain this time, the fishing boats in the village did not go to sea. This is also a rare time to be free, so all the villagers went to work in the fields, and they could support as much as they could. Otherwise, let alone handing in tasks, the villagers would not have enough to eat.
The children didn't have the time to accompany Zeng Hongling to the beach, so she stopped going.
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