Chapter 10: Admirer of the original owner

"Mother, where did you get the pot and bowl?" Xia Qianqian limped over and asked.
"The village chief asked his wife to send it." Qin said. Although they are all broken things, they also solved their urgent needs.
"Blame me, I didn't expect to have some kitchen utensils today. I patronized for rice and clothes." Xia Qianqian sat down annoyed. She should have some living utensils. It is too late.
Qin gave her a bowl of rice porridge: "Qianqian, this is rice porridge, you can drink a little."
"Okay." Xia Qianqian took a sip, no salt or sugar, no taste at all.
However, Xia Yunyun carried a half-small bowl of rice porridge and drank very fragrantly, as did Qin. They haven't had rice porridge for several days. This meal is a delicacy for them.
Xia Qianqian looked at them, feeling pitiful. Being born in this poor place is itself a kind of misfortune. She lost her husband again, and the widow and orphan were driven out of the house. Had it not been for her to pass through, it is estimated that Qin and Xia Yunyun would have starved to death.
"Sister, why don't you drink it?" Xia Yunyun finished her porridge and stared at the porridge in Xia Qianqian's bowl.
Xia Qianqian habitually handed out the porridge bowl: "Give it to you..."
"No." Xia Yunyun is greedy, but very principled, "This is for the eldest sister. The eldest sister has been hungry for many days, and her leg is broken, so she needs to eat more."
Xia Qianqian looked at the pot, and only cooked three bowls of porridge with a small handful of white rice, which had already bottomed out. Qin poured some more water in, rinsed the pot, and said, "Qianqian, drink it quickly, there is still in the pot."
Xia Qianqian: "..."
After drinking the porridge, my stomach became warmer, and people were more energetic. Xia Qianqian got up and went to the village chief.
She needs a piece of land.
Xia Qianqian lived in the countryside as a child and knew that the land was divided by head. She, Qin and Xia Yunyun were originally from Yangliu Village, and they didn't need to pay for land.
The sun set to the west, dyeing a golden red halo on the horizon, stretching over the mountains.
You can smell the aroma of food everywhere when you cook smoke. Rice fragrant, vegetable fragrant, and a meaty flavour mixed with sugar and barbecue aromas!
Who is eating braised pork!
Xia Qianqian violently stopped in front of a family and swallowed uncontrollably.
As a hungry foodie, this dish does not smell of authentic braised pork, but it is still a success. It attracted Xia Qianqian.
A body and heart desire arises in my belly, I want to eat!
Gu Yanjing, who had suffered thousands of knives, would cook her a bowl of braised pork with delicious flavor and flavor after every fight, and then she forgave him. now what?
Gu Yanjing, you can make me a bowl of braised pork! I promise to forgive you, I will never divorce you again!
"Xia Qianqian, what are you doing standing in front of my house?"
Just when Xia Qianqian was "repenting" endlessly, a madly young teenager walked out and stared at Xia Qianqian maliciously.
The young man's name was Jiang Li, and he looked very... hard to describe. He thought that he was a prince charming, and went around hooking up with young girls.
Xia Qianqian was the object of his admiration before, but the Xia family was much richer than the Jiang family, and he had no chance to get close. Well now, Xia Qianqian has fallen!
"Are you hungry? My family burned braised pork tonight. There is still some broth left. Come in and have a bite." Jiang Li started off.
Xia Qianqian is not stupid, knowing that this person has bad intentions, gave him a contemptuous look, and continued to walk towards the village chief's house.
Jiang Li ran over, blocking her with open arms.