Jiang Zhiying saw Hu Zi pouted in aggrieved manner, and she was really afraid that he would cry suddenly, so she hurriedly said, "Hurry up and pat, there will be no more pats."
"Oh." Hu Zi responded, and quickly patted the clothes, finally patted off the dregs on them.
Jiang Zhiying asked him: "Did you just look at the flowers?"
Huzi was immediately distracted, and said enviously, "Sister Zhuzhu, your house has so many flowers. My grandfather's house also grows flowers, but not as many as yours."
After finishing speaking, he raised his little head again, pointed to the cactus planted on the wall and said, "There are actually there!"
The cacti planted on the top of the fence are also blooming now, but because they are too high, those flowers can only be seen from a distance, and cannot be observed up close.
In fact, the flowers of cacti are quite beautiful, and these cacti are particularly fond of blooming after being spawned by Jiang Zhiying quietly. Its flowering period is long, and one flower can last for several days.
This makes it appear that there are a lot of flowers on the fence.
Huzi had never seen so many cacti and roses blooming, but when he saw it suddenly today, he was naturally very envious.
Jiang Zhiying is different, she has been tired of looking at these flowers every day recently, and she also dislikes that there are too few types of flowers, so she wants to get more.
It's a pity that the yard is only that big, and she doesn't have many flower seeds in hand, so she can only give up this plan temporarily.
While talking to Huzi, she quietly released her mental power and overheard the conversation between Zhou Yong and Jiang Shixun next week.
Not long after, Tang Yulan came out with the washed cherries, and when she saw Jiang Zhiying and Xiao Lin, she immediately asked them to eat together.
Jiang Shixun went to the kitchen and prepared to cook.
Zhou Yong specially brought meat and fish, and some vegetables today. Jiang Shixun made a table full of them, which made Zhou Yong's eyes straight.
?Because Jiang Shixun was willing to put oil in, the dishes he made were so delicious that Zhou Yong and Hu Zi salivated.
The conditions of their family can be regarded as good, but even so, they can't eat meat every day, and the oil has to be saved, and they don't dare to pour too much when cooking every day.
There is too little oil, and the fried dishes are full of water. The taste is as you can imagine.
It's hard to say that it's unpalatable, but it's definitely not as delicious as the dishes made by Jiang Shixun.
Even in restaurants, they dare not pour oil like this.
Zhou Yong was so shocked that he couldn't speak, and it took him a while to say embarrassingly: "Comrade Jiang, you are too polite!"
Jiang Shixun smiled: "It's rare for you and Huzi to come here, of course I have to bring out the craftsmanship of pressing the bottom of the box. You also brought so many things, I can't be too stingy, can I?"
The implication is that he is so generous today because Zhou Yong and Huzi are here.
Zhou Yong has no doubts. After all, life is not easy no matter whether it is in the city or in the countryside at this time.
Although the countryside can cultivate land, it has to pay public grain every year, and the rest will be divided according to work points.
Zhou Yong believes that even if Jiang's family has rapeseed and can extract oil by themselves, there will definitely not be too many of them.
How can it be possible to eat so much oil every day?
But he didn't know that Jiang's family now eats meat every day. Maybe there are not as many kinds of vegetables as today, but there is definitely plenty of oil and water, which is much better than what they eat at home.
After Jiang Shixun's courteous greetings, he called for dinner.
He picked up the teacup: "Comrade Zhou, you're going to drive later, so I won't give you a drink. Let's have a toast with tea instead of wine." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com