General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 84

84 Reunion

Wei Ting sneered. “Heh, dream on.”

Su Xiaoxiao cut the vegetables and raised her eyebrows. “I’m quite beautiful, right, Dahu, Erhu, Xiaohu?”

The three little ones nodded.

Their mother was the most beautiful!

They would not accept any rebuttal!

“Little brats...” Wei Ting felt that if this continued, they would probably not remember whose sons they were.

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at the stove and said to Wei Ting, “You came at the right time. Add some firewood.”

Wei Ting walked in with his walking stick and sat on the small stool. He placed the thick linen on his right leg, grabbed a dried branch rack, and pressed both ends down.

The dry branch broke.

Country bumpkins broke dead branches like this, but if the people in the capital saw this, their jaws would probably drop.

He was the Killing God who became famous when he was young; he had broken the spines of enemies, strangled their throats, stepped on thousands of bones, waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and his hands were stained with countless thick blood.

At this moment, he was willing to sit in a dilapidated kitchen and be a villager.

“Peel a corn cob,” Su Xiaoxiao said.

Wei Ting went to wash his hands and began to peel the corn cob.

Su Xiaoxiao said, “I want another bucket of water.”

Wei Ting went to get water again.

No way. Was this guy so obedient today?

Su Xiaoxiao sized him up. To be honest, she felt that it was abnormal if he and Father Su didn’t slack off for a day.

“Mother, I’m full.” Xiaohu couldn’t eat anymore. He raised half a piece of thin bacon and looked at Su Xiaoxiao eagerly.

He ate the fat part because it was so delicious. The other part was a little hard and his little teeth couldn’t bite through it.

“Uh, I’m going to gain weight again.” Su Xiaoxiao sighed and ate it with Xiaohu’s hand.

Among the three of them, only Dahu finished eating and gave Erhu’s to Su Xiaoxiao.

The meat floss that fell from the stove was eaten by Su Xiaoxiao.

Wei Ting looked at her interaction with the three children and his eyes moved, but he did not say anything.

....

This was Su Xiaoxiao’s first New Year in ancient times, and she took it very seriously.

In her previous life, Madam Li and Academician Su would only get together on New Year’s Eve. Unfortunately, even so, their family had never had the atmosphere of New Year.

The three of them ate the New Year’s Eve dinner cooked by the nanny and watched the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. They stayed until midnight and ate dumplings or drank a bowl of silver ear soup. The New Year would be over.

Throughout the night, Madam Li and Academician Su did not exchange more than ten sentences.

As the only child in the family, she could still chatter a few years ago. When she grew up, she became an emotionless New Year machine like them.

At noon, Su Xiaoxiao cooked cured meat and jade rice. The cured meat was very soft, and the salty fragrance mixed perfectly with the sweetness of the corn. Coupled with a little glutinous rice, it tasted glutinous.

The three children liked it very much!

The family buried their heads in their food and finished the large pot of bacon rice in the blink of an eye.

Su Xiaoxiao was 60% full. She could only eat so little to lose weight.

Even though she was 60% full... the portion was actually not small.

She planned to make some soup. After removing the lid, Little Fatty’s body trembled!

No way!

Were they all gone?

She made two meals!

Were they too good at eating?

Su Xiaoxiao felt that she had to hurry up and earn money. Otherwise, she might not be able to feed the family.

In the afternoon, Su Xiaoxiao planned to make some fried snacks.

She washed the table in the central room clean and sprinkled it with powder.

She remembered that in her previous life, her grandmother used the door as a table when she went to her grandmother’s house in the countryside. The entire family gathered together and worked very quickly.

There were not many people in this house now, so the table was enough.

Su Xiaoxiao brought the fermented dough over and cut it into evenly-sized balls. She rolled them into strips and rubbed them into five centimeters of dough.

Su Ergou watched for a while and followed suit. He rubbed ten dough twists in one go.

Father Su and Wei Ting did not have this talent.

Su Xiaoxiao exploded. “It wasn’t easy for me to roll dough into noodles... You guys made it back into dough!”

“Mother.” Dahu raised the ugly dough he had rubbed.

Su Xiaoxiao took a look and said, “The children are better than you!”

Su Xiaoxiao re-assigned the two of them to a job requiring lower skills-turning dumplings.

She cut the thin slices into small diamond-shaped pieces and made a cut in the middle. She passed a corner of the diamond-shaped slice through the cut. It was the dumpling that her grandmother had made for her when she was young.

Wei Ting was in charge of cutting, and Father Su was in charge of folding it.

Needless to say, Wei Ting’s knife skills were really good. They were clean and precise.

Su Xiaoxiao’s almond-shaped eyes widened. She bent down to admire the artwork that Wei Ting had cut out and muttered softly, “Have you practiced it before?”

“Yes, I’ve practiced it.”

Wei Ting’s slender fingers held the knife and easily drew an opening of the same length and angle.

“Not only do you have to find the vital points when killing... If the angle and depth are a little different, you can’t kill anyone.”

Su Xiaoxiao was speechless.