After dinner, the snow intensified. The wind and snow urged the old man and children to go to bed early, and he and Lu Jiang were marinating pig's head meat and pig intestine in the kitchen, while Xibao had already fallen asleep, lying in the cradle in front of the stove, covered with his own small quilt.

The firelight reflected on Xi Bao's white and translucent cheeks, like ripe apples. Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue didn't worry about putting his little child in the bedroom and no one was watching, so he had to take it with him, fortunately, the fire was burning in the kitchen, and it was very warm in front of the stove, so he was not afraid of freezing.

"Xibao is so good when she falls asleep!" Lu Jiang lay on the edge of the cradle, eager to bite two bites to show his closeness.

Feng Qingxue added two pieces of firewood to the stove, got up and lifted the lid of the pot, skimmed off the foam, fished out the pig's head meat and pig's large intestine, and said proudly while brushing the pot: "He called my mother today, and the first person to call me was me!" When that mother listened to that sentence in her ears, she couldn't describe the satisfaction in the world's most beautiful words.

Mother and son are connected, and at this moment she understands that feeling, and she only feels pain when she gives birth to him.

"What? Did he call you Mom? When was this? Why don't you call me Dad? Lu Jiang was extremely envious, stared at the sleeping fat son hatefully, and swore: "Tomorrow I will ask you to call me father, definitely!" The little one's response was to fall asleep.

"I wish you all the best!" If it was so easy for him to succeed, Xibao would not be Xibao.

Feng Qingxue finished with a smile, washed off some of the foam stained on the pig's head meat and pig's large intestine, and then fried some rock sugar in the pot with oil, added water, put in the pig's head meat and pig's large intestine, poured soy sauce, salt and cooking wine one after another, and finally put it into the seasoning package.

The seasoning bag sewn from fine gauze contains Sichuan pepper, star anise, cloves, cinnamon, grass fruit, green onions, ginger, cumin, etc.

Bring the fire to a boil and turn to a simmer. In the dead of night, no one smells the strong aroma, not to mention the heavy snowfall, and no one walks by at all.

"It smells so good!" Lu Jiang swallowed his saliva. Simmer until ripe, the wind and snow stop the fire,

"I'll cook a few good dishes at noon tomorrow, and you go and invite your uncle, second uncle, third uncle and sister-in-law to drink, didn't you buy two bottles of wine and two packs of cigarettes today? Before you get back to the troops, ask them to gather and talk. I also called the eldest concubine, the second concubine, the third concubine and the aunt, how many of your lords are at one table, and our mother is at one table. After speaking, Feng Qingxue took out a bag of spiced peanuts from the space like a trick, and there was an extra piece of pork belly in the bucket of ice under the eaves.

The things they brought were not passed through the hands and eyes of people other than husband and wife, and now they took out some supplies without making any suspicions.

"What doesn't appear at the moment, don't just take it out." Lu Jiang couldn't help but admonish.

"Got it, big butler!" Feng Qingxue understands this truth better than anyone else, now outsiders can hardly see the materials in her space, and the things she gives to her family are mixed in the packages sent by her comrades-in-arms, or they can be bought on the market, just like today, no one in the family will doubt that there are some space things mixed with the things bought.

took out two bananas, one for Lu Jiang and one for himself, peeled the banana and said, "Get up a little early tomorrow and break the pork barrel bones to stew the soup, so that Xibao can be noodles." ”

"Don't worry, I won't forget." Xibao is the little ancestor of the family, and no one can lose him.