The door of the courtyard was still being knocked, and Zhao Da outside the door was eager to die.

He sent the letter back to the house. The house didn't say anything. It just said that his wife would let her do whatever she wanted. They just looked after her. That's good. I won't even let the nurse take care of them. I just kicked them out.

Xiaohua took Yiyi and Huoer to take them to see their new home. She only said a word to clove and told them to go back and don't come again in the future.

Clove went to retell it again. She didn't know what she said to the people outside the door. The knock finally stopped.

These two days Yiyi and ho'er were silent. They seemed to know what had happened. There was no smile on their little face. At this moment, Xiaohua took the whole room around. The child was forgetful and showed a novel expression on his face.

Yiyi said with her mouth, father.

Xiaohua knows that the children want King Jing, but she doesn't know how to explain to the children at this time. She can only pretend not to hear. Such a young child may forget how long he can remember in a few days.

The main room has three rooms, one main hall, one bedroom, and the other Xiaohua is arranged as a room for two children. She was going to let the two children sleep with her. Chuncao said that there would always be times when she couldn't care about it. At that time, she and clove should help take it, and there must be a place.

There are two rooms in the east wing, one for spring grass and one for clove. A total of five rooms, not big or small, just enough to live.

After settling down, it's noon. It's time for lunch. Firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, grain, as well as all kinds of vegetables and flowers. The kitchen is also complete.

But how to cook? Who would do it?

There are three adults in total. They are all from poor backgrounds. They used to be slaves, but they don't need to cook in the stove on weekdays.

On the first day of moving into the new house, the three were worried.

Xiaohua once learned the handle style on the two hand stove with mammy he. She said she would cook. Chuncao said she had burned a fire at home before. She would burn a fire. The most capable clove in the past is useless. It can only be said that she coaxed the little childe and young lady to go.

Clove was a little worried and didn't dare to go far. She moved a small machine and sat outside the kitchen door, watching ho'er and Yi playing on one side.

The meal was cooked for a long time, and only three dishes and one soup were served at the end. Two vegetarian dishes, one fried chicken, and one soup of sliced pork with cabbage and tofu. The dishes and soup are good, and the color is normal, except that the rice is a little burnt, and you can see the burnt black pot. Fortunately, the rice is steamed, and the black and yellow can still be imported.

Xiaohua took the lead in taking a bowl of rice and tried it. When she felt she could eat, she called cloves and spring grass to eat.

The two people don't want to eat at the same table with Xiaohua. Xiaohua says there is only one table in the room. Can you squat in the corner to eat? They said that they should not pay attention to these in the future. Instead of worrying about these, they might as well consider how to live a good life.

Lilac sat down with spring grass.

The first cooking, the first fire, is also full of novel feelings. Spring grass is lively again, and soon the atmosphere on the table will be better. Xiaohua casually ate two mouthfuls, got up, filled the rice, soaked it in meat soup, and took some dishes that Xiaowa could eat to feed the two children. Cloves and spring grass wanted to help, but Xiaohua didn't let them.

The two children sat on the small stool, and Xiaohua sat in front of them. A bowl of rice, a spoon and a mouthful of ho'er are harmonious. The two little ones didn't feel that the food in their mouth was much worse than before. They thought that their mother played games with them. They all sat on the small stool and asked them to open their mouth.