Mr. Ma came back on the tractor at noon and brought back a bag of 85 powder for Qiao Nianyao, which weighed fifty kilograms.
Eighty-five kilograms of flour means that one hundred kilograms of wheat can yield eighty-five kilograms of flour, so it is called eighty-five kilograms of flour.
There is also a type called Jiu Ling Fen, which is made from 90 jins of wheat from 100 jins.
This kind of eight-five-year-old powder is more delicate and delicious.
I could have bought some milk powder and malted milk, but the little old man felt that those things were empty.
No matter how good it is, it can't be better than real grains.
So I didn’t ask for much of that, I just wanted this fifty kilograms of rice noodles!
Bring it back and let your disciple take it back and eat it.
"Master, do you always go to the city to buy this?" Qiao Nianyao felt extremely warm.
I mentioned it to her old man just the day before yesterday, but yesterday her old man found someone to buy chickens and eggs to replenish her body. Today he also went to the city to buy such a big bag of white noodles.
"Well, you can keep these to eat. Don't skimp on them. I will go to the city next month and buy another pack for you. I've made an appointment with someone." The little old man said.
Qiao Nianyao smiled and said, "I have some at home. Qingfeng brought a lot back."
"What's the matter? Just keep it and eat it slowly. Don't worry if you have food at home. Don't worry if you have more food."
Fifty pounds of flour is not allowed to be taken back by Qiao Nianyao. She is pregnant now and cannot carry the heavy weight. Just wait until Song Qingfeng comes back from get off work and let him come and take it back.
At half past seven, Song Qingfeng came back from get off work and brought back a roast chicken.
This is very rare.
He also didn't forget his old man, and sent him half a bird before going home.
"You came just in time. Take this bag of flour back to Yaoyao. She is pregnant and cannot bear the weight." The little old man said.
"Okay." Song Qingfeng nodded, "You can keep this half of the roast chicken for a drink and use it as a side dish."
"Take it back to Yaoyao to eat."
"I still have this half. If I take them all back and show no respect to you, she will scold me."
The little old man laughed when he heard this. It goes without saying that his disciple is filial.
Look at his clothes.
A set of clothes like this cost eighteen yuan. He had seen it in a shopping mall. It was good, but he thought it was too expensive and he couldn't bear to buy it.
As a result, his disciple went in and bought two sets for him to wear again.
I also bought shoes for him to wear in turn.
On weekdays, too, if you make dumplings or make egg pancakes, you have to bring a portion over.
Where can I find such a disciple?
Even his disciple-in-law is now filial. He knew at a glance that he had not gone home yet, so he brought him roasted chicken first.
Song Qingfeng left half of the roast chicken and went home with a bag of 85 noodles.
When Qiao Nianyao heard the noise outside, Dahuang didn't even scream, she knew that Song Qingfeng was back.
Sit on the kang and continue studying.
"Daughter-in-law, let's eat roasted chicken." Song Qingfeng first sent the bawufen to the next room, and then brought the roasted chicken in for his wife.
Qiao Nianyao asked unexpectedly: "Where did you get the roast chicken?"
"Bought through a friend's relationship."
Qiao Nianyao knew that he met a lot of people when he went to work in the city. Being a truck driver originally had a professional bonus. His personality was also the kind of generous and bold, and it was normal to have many friends.
"Go to the pot and bring the rice in." Qiao Nianyao smiled.
Song Qingfeng came out to serve the meal. His wife still cooked corn rice, stewed cabbage, and two poached eggs. This was his dinner.
But it is already a very good standard of living.
It was brought in to eat with roasted chicken. Qiao Nianyao ate a few pieces and left the rest for Song Qingfeng to eat.
"Why eat so little?" Song Qingfeng asked.
That's because I can't eat anymore.
After Qiao Nianyao came back, she started a small business for herself, and Dahuang also enjoyed the blessings, but she had no choice but to let Song Qingfeng know too much.
"I don't have a good appetite. I'm a little nauseous. I can't eat more. Just eat it by yourself."
Song Qingfeng was very concerned, "Can't you eat? I heard that pregnancy can cause nausea, dizziness, stomachaches, etc."
Qiao Nianyao looked at him in surprise, "You know a lot?"
"I asked my sister-in-law." Song Qingfeng said: "Besides the bad appetite, is there anything else that makes you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to rest at home?"
"Don't be so nervous. It's all trivial. Just eat and brush your teeth after eating. We haven't seen each other for a day. I miss you." Qiao Nianyao gave him an angry look.
Seeing his wife like this, Song Qingfeng felt a little hesitant.
After eating, they brushed their teeth together, and Qiao Nianyao stopped studying. It was almost done, and she went to bed after he took a shower and washed his clothes.
After lying down, I asked him to kiss me.
Song Qingfeng kissed her comfortingly, but said very restrainedly and gently: "I'm pregnant now. I can't do it anymore. I'll bear with it for now, and I'll give it to you after giving birth."
Not only did his eldest aunt explain it, but his sister-in-law also told him not to make trouble with his wife again and to let his wife have a good rest.
Qiao Nianyao was amused in her heart, and she hugged his waist tenderly, "I know, I just miss you, and I don't know why. After having a child, I feel like I can't live without you."
He's too weak to take care of himself.
Song Qingfeng hugged his daughter-in-law and said, "Daughter-in-law, don't worry. I will handle everything. Don't be afraid."
He knew that women would be a little scared after getting pregnant, because giving birth was not an easy task, so his sister-in-law told him to spend more time with his wife and encourage her more.
Qiao Nianyao came up and kissed his neck, "I know. I'm not afraid or worried. I'm looking forward to the birth of our child. You should be more stable and don't worry too much about your family. Nothing will happen to me or the child."
Song Qingfeng hummed.
My heart was filled to the brim.
As the couple lay like this, a loud noise came from the downwind vent.
"It's noisy again."
"Ignore them, go to sleep." Song Qingfeng kissed his wife.
Qiao Nianyao came up to him for another long kiss. When the kiss ended, she could feel his passion.
Totally unable to withstand teasing.
Qiao Nianyao smiled and went to sleep.
Song Qingfeng was enthusiastic, but it was just a physical reaction. He didn't think about that. His wife was pregnant and he was still thinking about it. He was not so inhumane.
They sleep.
But on the downwind side, Yang Dajun and Yang Da's wife started fighting again in the middle of the night.
The reason is that Mrs. Yang is so uncomfortable that she can't even sleep, but Yang D sleeps like a pig. Can she be mentally balanced?
Of course, she had to wake the person up and take a big guy over. She deeply suspected that he had brought this problem back to her!
And Yang Da was also very annoyed, and his backhand was also a big blow.
It was late at night, and the couple was fighting so hard that the children were so frightened that they cried.
Then Yang Dajun's wife went to the Yang family's old house to cry to Yang's father and Yang's mother, saying that Yang Dajun had repeatedly infected her with internal diseases!
Anyway, even if she wasn't feeling well, the whole family would make a fuss, and they wouldn't stop.
