After being ridiculed by her mother-in-law, Qiu Yue no longer had the courage to say anything more, but now she found a good time.
After meeting Mo Ziyuan, they talked about her daughter and then her husband-in-law. If her son was a few years older, she would probably even think of sending him to the Mo family together. Her son and daughter-in-law had both gone, so the next step was probably She herself.
"If my uncle goes, I will definitely teach him how to read." Mo Ziwan said after Qiu Yue's words. Although family affairs are important, being illiterate is still very inconvenient, especially as the family's business is getting better day by day, and the accounting needs to be done. Yes, it will always be easier after you learn some words.
"That's good. If you teach him more, your brother-in-law will definitely learn it."
"Your brother-in-law is a very honest person, and he is also good at everything. If you need help with anything at home, just call him."
After Mo Ziwan agreed, Qiu Yue worked hard to sell her man. If the kitchen was not too busy and her sister-in-law Guo Minying came out to call her, she would not be able to leave.
After Guo Minying shouted, Qiu Yue handed the basket of rice krispie treats to Mo Ziwan and said, "Wanwan, you can eat it while my sister-in-law prepares something delicious for you. I'll come back when the meal is ready." Call you."
"Okay!" Mo Ziyuan didn't hold it in her hand after taking it. She waited for Qiu Yue to leave in a hurry and then handed the basket to Li Qinqin's hand. She only took two pieces of rice krispie treats in her hand. "You guys can eat it. I Let's give Brother Qingyuan and Brother Qingyuan two pieces to try."
Mo Li said, "I'll go with you."
"good."
Mo Li grabbed two rice krispie treats with one hand, and grabbed a handful of fried pumpkin seeds from the bowl in the basket with the other hand. "I will also give my eldest brother and Qingyuan brother one rice krispies candy each, and then grab another one for them." Eat the pumpkin seeds."
"Okay, let's go."
Li Linyu also wanted to follow. Mo Ziyuan thought that they couldn't read while they were getting food, so she took Li Linyu with her and teased him: "I'll let Brother Qingyuan teach you how to read later, okay?"
Unexpectedly, Li Linyu deserved it, "Okay."
This surprised Mo Ziyuan. Could it be that she has grown up and become sensible? Then he asked, "If you want to learn how to read, how about asking your father to send you to school after the new year?"
"Dad said he would send me to school next year, and now he wants me to follow him and learn how to read."
Unexpectedly, my second uncle taught me how to read after he came back, "So, can you read now?"
"Yes." Li Linyu replied confidently.
Seeing that he was so sure, Mo Ziwan decided to test him later to see how well he learned. If possible, she didn't have to wait an extra year and could just send him to school after the new year.
After arriving at Li Linsong's room, Mo Ziwan and Mo Li handed the rice krispie treats to the two of them. The pumpkin seeds in Mo Li's hands were not given directly to the two of them, but were placed directly on the table in front of them.
"Brother, brother Qingyuan, the rice krispie treats are delicious. Come and try them."
Li Linsong has eaten it before, "The rice krispie treats made by my aunt are more delicious than those bought on the street."
Murong Qingyuan took a bite and praised: "It's crispy and delicious, sweet but not greasy. It's really delicious. It's better than what's sold in shops."
If one person says it's delicious, it might just suit his taste, but if everyone else says it's delicious, it means it's definitely delicious.
After all, Mo Ziyuan is not a real child and is not very keen on sweets. But when she ate rice krispie treats just now, she felt they were delicious. Just as Murong Qingyuan described, they were crispy and delicious, sweet but not greasy. Even if she ate a few more pieces, she would not be satisfied. It feels cloying, but the aftertaste between your lips and teeth makes you want to try another piece. .
It's definitely better than the rice krispie treats in some pastry shops.
Mo Ziyuan, Li Linsong, and Murong Qingyuan unanimously praised it, and they all thought it tasted better than the ones sold in shops outside.
Then why not make it and sell it?
After having such an idea, Mo Ziyuan started thinking more. The workshop had luncheon meat and roast duck and roast rabbit. However, the business of roast duck and roast rabbit is not as good as before. There are many similar foods in the market, but good The secrets of luncheon meat, as well as the production of jelly and vermicelli, have not yet been revealed.
It's not known yet.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the fragrant rice krispie treats that Li Linyu was eating in his hand. This rice krispie treats can be kept for a period of time, whether it is a hot summer day or a cold winter day. Like vermicelli, it can be exported to other places.
After thinking about this, Mo Ziwan decided to find an opportunity to talk to her eldest sister-in-law later, but before she could talk about it, she saw Dong Biyu walking in.
"Wanwan, Qingyuan, Mo Li, why didn't you go out to play?" He arrived before anyone else came. When he stepped into the house, he saw Murong Qingyuan and Li Linsong with books in front of them, and then continued: "What? Are you reading a book?"
"I've started reading before I even play. I want to play more during the Chinese New Year."
"Have fun, we just went to the field to see the medicinal materials planted by Lin Song. They were planted well and the planting records were written well."
Murong Qingyuan praised Li Linsong to Dong Biyu. Dong Biyu smiled proudly, but Li Linsong was different. He felt embarrassed after being praised. At the same time, he kept in mind the key points of what Murong Qingyuan just said. I thought about it again and will remember it as he said in the future.
Dong Biyu came in to deliver food. When the children in the yard were noisily grabbing rice krispie treats, Dong Biyu, who was in the house, went out to take a look. However, she didn't see the three children at her in-laws' home. She only found out when she walked over and asked. They were in the eldest grandson's house and asked if there was anything to eat. When they found out that only Mo Ziyuan and Mo Li were in the house, they immediately turned around and went to the kitchen with two pieces in hand.
In the kitchen, Guo Minying and her two younger siblings were making lunch for lunch. Seeing Dong Biyu come in, Guo Minying asked, "Mom, why are you here?"
"I'll bring some rice krispie treats to Wanwan and the others."
"Didn't the third brother and sister serve it to them?" Guo Minying said, dancing with the spatula.
Qiu Yue also said: "I brought a basket and a small bowl of fried pumpkin seeds, and handed them to Wanwan's hands for them to eat."
"I know, Qinqin and the others were eating the food you gave them in the yard, while Lin Song and Qingyuan were reading in the house. Later, Wanwan, Mo Li, and Eucalyptus followed them in. I came to get some for them to eat in the house. .”
When Guo Minying heard that Qingyuan had gone to the room to read, she clicked her tongue and said, "This kid from Qingyuan loves reading too much." After that, she followed up and said, "Mom, take more. Reading is a waste of your brain. Let them eat more."
After hearing this, Dong Biyu said angrily: "This is not a good thing. I will have to eat in a while. Doesn't it bloat my stomach after eating so much?"
"Just bring a small bowl over and give them a taste."
Guo Minying giggled twice, "What mom is saying is, mom, take less of it. It has no nutrition. If you eat too much, you will get angry. Eat more meat later. Meat is the only way to replenish your body. Today we It’s all meat.”
Dong Biyu said, "They haven't eaten anything at home, so I'm afraid they'll get tired of the meat." But she was thinking that she would let Murong Qingyuan and Mo Ziyuan eat more for a while. These two children were very worried. There are so many things to think about and it takes a lot of time to think about.
