Picking Up a General is Good For Farming

Grandma Qiu also had it many years ago.

This pickle is a worthless thing from the farmer.

Some pickles are pickled from cabbage, and some are pickled from white radish leaves.

Grandma Qiu and Tuoba Keer ate pickled leaves from white radish this time. Han Yingxue also prefers pickles made from white radish leaves.

For pickles made from Chinese cabbage, the stem is too thick and the cabbage leaves look pitiful.

"Ke'er, these are pickles!"

Tuoba Ke'er nodded, "Aoao. Mother-in-law, these pickles are really delicious. Please try them quickly."

Grandma Qiu felt a little sorry for Tuoba Keer.

If it were Tuoba Ke'er's identity in the past, how could he think this food was delicious. I can't finish all the delicacies from the mountains and seas every day.

It was probably that Tuoba Keer had been wandering outside with her for too long and had suffered too much. Now she feels that even a plate of pickles is delicious.

Grandma Qiu sighed and let Tuoba Keer suffer with her. If Tuoba Keer's underground parents knew about it, she would not know how distressed she would be. When she left, she didn't even have the face to face Ke'er's parents.

Han Yingxue was a little curious. Most farmers and small families had eaten pickles, so why hadn't Tuoba Ke'er eaten them? Could it be that...she was also from a wealthy family?

Think about the possibilities.

The mother-in-law and grandson obviously did not come from ordinary families. Grandma Qiu knows etiquette, and Tuoba Keer is also different from ordinary children, which shows that she has received a good education.

However, Granny Qiu has been hiding something from her. Perhaps, Tuoba Keer's identity is special and no one can tell it.

"Grandma, it's really delicious. You should try it too!"

When Tuoba Ke'er saw Grandma Qiu not moving her chopsticks for a long time, she thought that Grandma Qiu didn't believe that this plate of dark dishes was not delicious.

"Okay, grandma, let's try it too!"

Grandma Qiu moved her chopsticks. He picked up a little pickle and put it in his mouth.

In her impression, pickles have an average taste. But after tasting the pickles this time, I understood why Tuoba Keer said the pickles were delicious.

They were obviously pickles, but they tasted different, many times better than the pickles she remembered. It also has a bit of spicy flavor, which is very tasty. After taking a bite, my appetite was whetted.

"Grandma, how's it going? Is it delicious?"

Grandma Qiu said, "It's delicious."

"Miss Xue'er, the cooks in your house are so skilled. They can make a plate of pickles so delicious!"

Han Yingxue smiled. Can she say that this plate of pickles was made by her?

After Tuoba Ke'er finished eating, she touched her round belly and said to Han Yingxue, "Master, when will you teach Ke'er kung fu?"

"Are you so anxious to learn?"

"Yes, Ke'er wants to learn it early so that she can learn it quickly and protect her mother-in-law!"

"Don't worry, your body is not well-conditioned yet and you are not suitable for martial arts training. Master will teach you when you are better."

Tuobak was a little disappointed, but still nodded obediently. "Well, Ke'er will practice after she has recovered her health. Now Ke'er has to work hard to eat, so that she can recover her body as soon as possible!"

Seeing that both her mother-in-law and grandson were fine, Han Yingxue felt relieved and prepared to have breakfast.

Han Yingmei went to bed a little late last night because she had insomnia and was thinking about Guo Dong, so she got up late in the morning.