After work, it was almost time for dinner. Ke Zhenye helped several of his grandchildren finish the work at hand and the whole family went home.

Grandma Ke and Sister Ke were kept at home. One of them couldn't do work, and Ke Zhenye couldn't bear to take care of her. The other one was to take care of Ximei and Xiaoqiang at home. It was not during the busy farming period, but other women at home took turns to take care of their children and cook at home.

As soon as the few people entered, Mrs. Ke rushed out with her sister in her arms: "Master! Parents! Come and see."

Several people were startled by her expression. She seemed to have seen something that made her panic.

Ke Zhenye was the first to rush in. When he saw his old wife sitting in the front hall, he slowed down: "What's wrong? Look at Zhenxing's family's panic."

"It's nothing. It's just Jia Jia's child. I asked someone to bring some food to her father to replenish. Didn't Dali go to the town for medical treatment a few days ago? His daughter brought him food and drink."

"He is a filial child." Ke Zhenye opened the lids of the lunch boxes on the table and the lids of the plastic basin.

At this time, the rest of the Ke family also saw the food on the table, and looked at Ke Dali with surprise and envy.

When Ke Dali heard that it was given to him by his daughter, his honest face suddenly burst into laughter, and Ke's mother said: Virtue!

"Since it was sent back by Baijia, let's go and heat it up and start eating it in the evening." Ke Zhenye decided: "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it's not easy to put it on. Just eat it in the next time Dali goes to get the medicine, bring some money to your daughter and talk to your mother."

With Ke Baijia doing so much, it is naturally impossible for Ke Dali to eat it alone. Even if he knows this, Ke Zhenye would not take advantage of a junior.

In the evening, one-third of these dishes were picked out and eaten by eating them.

Grandma Ke put a bowl alone, gathered half of the meat and vegetables on the table in the bowl, and gave Ke Dali: "Eat!"

Ke Dali stared slightly: "Mom, what about old man? I can't finish it. Let's eat it together."

"Eat quickly, you will be cured and you will be cured. You will have more time to share in the future." Ke Zhenye helped his wife.

Ke Dali had to eat it. He took a bite of beef balls and was full and chewy, with a very rich juice, and the balance between tenderness and crispness. Even the sound of chewing symbolized the taste and creaked.

After a large mouthful of Sixi meatballs, it gradually filled with meaty and salty juice. It was still hot inside, so I had to take a few more sips.

After finishing the bowl, his stomach was full and before the sky was completely dark, he went out for a walk, otherwise his stomach would be uncomfortable.

When I left, I met a team member who was squatting at the door of his house with a bowl and was having a good relationship with him.

He greeted him: "Dali, where are you going to order food? Come to my house for some?"

Ke Dali took a look and found that the friend's bowl contained half a bowl of two rice, Gadashi, and a few slices of boiled cabbage.

"You're still comfortable to eat." Ke Dali sighed.

"What's wrong, your food is not as fragrant as this? Otherwise, come in and have some food in my house?" There are so many laborers in the family who are willing to work hard, so it's impossible that he can't eat as good as he does.

"No, my family has eaten it." Ke Dali frowned: "It's just this. I ate the meat and meatballs all night long, and I was a little overwhelmed. The meat section was thicker than my fingers, and the meatballs were no smaller than my fists.
Chapter completed!