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Chapter 877: Broken Flower = Wonton

The next day, the breakfast at the Tang family was extremely rich. Xu Jinfeng got up early in the morning and made her own purse wontons.

Shepherd's purse wontons are delicious, but they are very troublesome to make. There are no ready-made wonton wrappers now, so they have to be rolled by hand, and shepherd's purse has to be picked up from the mountain. Xu Jinfeng probably went up the mountain to dig shepherd's purse before dawn.

When Tang Xiaonan got up, the hot wontons had been cooked. Although Xu Jinfeng got up early, she was full of energy, smiled, and her voice seemed to be smaller than before.

“There are wontons to eat!”

Tang Aijun's eyes were lit up, and he rushed over and was about to start eating. Xu Jinfeng slapped him and scolded: "Your father hasn't eaten yet, he is neither big nor small!"

"My dad didn't eat it until the end." Tang Aijun rubbed the back of his head, and his mother was getting more and more painful to hit someone.

Xu Jinfeng glared fiercely, Tang Aijun dared not move, but complained in his heart, what was his mother crazy about today, and suddenly he was so kind to his father.

"Take these to your grandfather, hurry up."

Xu Jinfeng handed over a winnowing basket of wontons. She packed a lot and put a lot of stuffing. Tang Aijun ran out with the winnowing basket. Tang Laifu happened to enter the house. He got up in the morning and went to hoe the ground and prepared to plant some beans. When he saw the extremely grand breakfast on the table, he was also confused like Tang Aijun.

Why are you doing so grandly without New Year or Festival? What are you going crazy about?

"Let's have a meal."

Xu Jinfeng held a large bowl of wontons and placed them on the table, greeting him lightly, but the bowl as big as a washbasin did not seem at all calm.

The fat wontons were floating in the soup. Xu Jinfeng put a lot of lard, and the oil flowers were circled by circles, and the green green onion was dotted with green and white, which made her look very appetizing.

Tang Laifu was suddenly a little flattered. He had not enjoyed such a grand breakfast in the morning for a long time. Even if Xu Jinfeng was in a good mood, he could make wontons or stir-fried rice cakes and scallion cakes, it was also eaten by the children. His and Xu Jinfeng's breakfast was always soaked in rice for ten years.

Could it be that you give a sweet date and then a stick?

Tang Laifu reflected on it. He had not made any mistakes recently. And Huang Fengxian is dead? There is basically no conflict between him and Xu Jinfeng, that is, the broken flower from yesterday? But they have already been scolded? It shouldn't be the one who takes action, right?

"I don't want to eat it, let Xiaonan eat it? I'll eat soaking rice."

Tang Laifu thought it would be better not to eat, but he would not be able to eat it.

"If you want to eat it, eat it? There is still in the pot."

Xu Jinfeng glared at him in anger? Tang Laifu shook and sat down honestly. The wontons were so fragrant, and his heart was really trembling? He couldn't tell Xu Jinfeng's thoughts.

Tang Aijun rushed back with a gust of wind? He shouted that he wanted to eat wontons before entering the door. Xu Jinfeng had cooked it for him, and it was also a big bowl. Tang Aijun started eating it heartlessly.

Tang Xiaonan was quite puzzled. Xu Jinfeng's temper was so good in the morning? She was so leisurely and made wontons. She was too lazy to make them before? It would be nice to be able to cook dough.

But when Tang Xiaonan saw the flowers placed on the cabinet, she understood? In fact, her mother didn’t know how happy she was, but she just didn’t want to say it out loud? The right and wrong are the true portrayal of her mother.

"Dad? Look."

Tang Xiaonan leaned over? He said in a low voice, and pointed to the cabinet. Tang Laifu looked over with uneasy. The broken flower that was disliked by his wife last night was now inserted into the glass bottle. He seemed to understand a little.

Broken flowers = wontons.

That's probably the case.
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