Bingbing ate all the old hens at home in one go, which made Bingbing even more angry.

Seeing that Bingbing ignored her, Ping'er retracted her head and went to have lunch for a long time.

The little girl ran out of the main room, hugged Bingbing's legs and called her brother.

Bingbing leaned over and picked up his little sister, and asked in a low voice: "Did you miss your brother this morning?"

The little girl kissed Bingbing on the cheek: "I want to."

Bingbing smiled and gently scratched the little girl's nose.

The little girl took out a handful of candies from her pocket and stuffed them into Bingbing's arms: "Aunt Qing brought candies here."

"It's aunt." Bingbing corrected, he was calling Zhou Sheng's seniority.

"It's aunt."

"Brother, I won't argue with you anymore. Come down and I'll show you something nice."

Bingbing led his little sister to the door of the kitchen, uncovered the wild vegetables and showed her the eggs inside.

There are nearly twenty eggs, small and round, with brown markings on them.

"Wow, Dandan, I like to eat bird eggs." The little girl clapped her hands and cheered.

Bingbing smiled proudly, pointed to the kitchen, and said to his little sister in a low voice: "Go and ask your mother to cook."

The little sister happily ran into the kitchen, while Bingbing went into the main room to drink tea.

Hearing Huahua's cry in the west room, Bingbing's brows furrowed into a knot.

In the kitchen, Ping'er put the eggs in a pot of hot water to boil, and at the same time kneaded the dough and planned to stick rolls on it for the two men to satisfy their hunger at noon.

"Mom, are the eggs ripe?" The little girl stood at the mouth of the stove and pounded the stove with a fire stick. This was the third time she asked.

"Come on, come on, mother will fish it out for you."

Ping'er boiled ten of the twenty bird eggs, four for Huahua who will be in confinement later, and four for Bingbing who is growing up. The little girl is still young, so two are enough.

She smashed the remaining ten in a bowl, put some chopped green onions in them, and fried two pickled radishes together so that they could eat them with rolls.

Ping'er quickly fished out the eggs, soaked them in cold water, and then told the little girl who had how many eggs.

"Why do my brothers and sisters have four pills, but I only have two? There's not enough to eat..." The little girl's voice was soft, a little unhappy.

Ping'er then touched her head: "Sister, you need to take more supplements when your body is damaged. Your brother has to do some strenuous work. You can play at home, just take two pills. There are also fruit candies brought by your Aunt Qing'er.

What?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded sensibly.

Ping'er was very pleased. She took the egg out of the cold water and found that the outside of the eggshell was no longer hot.

"Here, bring it to your brothers and sisters. You guys eat first. I'll have the rolls ready soon."

Ping'er posted eight papers at once, and when she was about to post the ninth paper, there was the sound of a stool being thrown from the other side of the hall.

Ping'er's hands shook and she rushed out of the kitchen without even bothering to wipe them.

As soon as he stepped into the main room, he heard the heartbreaking cry of the little girl. The cry was mixed with panic.

Immediately, Bingbing's roar broke out: "Are you sick? I made these eggs. No one asked you to eat them. I begged you to eat them. If you don't eat them, you will pull them down and throw them? Who are you throwing them for?"

Do you have the guts to try throwing one in front of me again?"

"My aunt is about to throw me down. If you can, try hitting me."

"That's what you said, don't ask for a beating..."

There was a noise in the house.
Chapter completed!