Farm Girl's Manor-Chapter 1410: New Article Recommendation: [The Beautiful Countryside of the Farmer’s Daughter-in-Law]_2

Watching her little nephew crack an egg on his forehead, Sang Ye shook her head helplessly, picked up another egg and gently tapped it on the corner of the table, peeled it in a few moments, and handed it to her son, "Huanhuan, eat it while it’s warm."

Huanhuan silently accepted the fragrant egg, looked at his mother who was already lifting her bowl of porridge, and unlike good brother, didn’t hurry to stuff it in his mouth. He used a wooden spoon to gently cut the egg in the middle, dividing it into two roughly equal pieces, and then carefully scooped one piece into his mother’s bowl of porridge.

Seeing his mother try to refuse, Huanhuan quickly said, "Mother, the egg is too big, can you help Huanhuan eat half of it?"

Having already eaten more than half of his egg, Sang Xiaoshan hesitated for a moment and, with a sense of regret, handed the remaining small half of his egg to Sang Ye, "Aunt, I’ll give mine to you to eat too."

Sang Ye looked at her little nephew with surprise, and suddenly felt inclined to tease him, actually accepting the small piece of egg and said with a smile, "Xiaoshan is so sensible now, knows how to honor his aunt, then I won’t be polite."

With that, she pretended to gobble the egg in one bite.

"Auntie, you—you—wow—"

As the youngest third-generation child and the treasure of the Sang Family, Sang Xiaoshan never imagined his aunt would truly eat his egg. Unable to accept this reality, he started to cry bitterly.

Considering his mother had accepted good brother’s egg but refused to eat his, Huanhuan was already feeling sad when suddenly good brother’s wailing, akin to a pig being slaughtered, rang in his ears, startling him so much that he almost dropped the egg on the floor.

"Good brother, stop crying, here, have this half." Seeing good brother crying so hard snot was nearly dripping, Huanhuan didn’t find the egg in his hand tasty anymore and placed the half he was going to give to his mother into good brother’s bowl.

"Hic—" Crying and hiccupping, Sang Xiaoshan looked at the egg piece in his bowl, which was even bigger than what his aunt had taken, and his tears turned to laughter while a large bubble of snot emerged from his nose.

He happily scooped up the egg with his spoon and moved it towards his mouth, but just before eating, he stopped and looked at Huanhuan cautiously, asking, "Is this egg really for good brother? If good brother really eats this, you can’t cry."

Huanhuan glanced at good brother, silently picked up his spoon to start eating porridge, not wanting to talk to his childish good brother at all.

Watching this scene, Sang Ye’s heart felt slightly sour, Who would have thought that a child who once lived in luxury would now consider it extravagant to have an egg each day?

Their home was still too poor, rarely touching meat all year round. Continuing like this, not just the children, even she couldn’t bear it. It was time to find a way to earn money and improve the family’s meals.

Seeing his cousin ignore him, Sang Xiaoshan wasn’t upset. He continued to eat the egg contentedly and patted Huanhuan’s shoulder with brotherly pride, "Huanhuan is a good little brother, I also want to be a good brother. Later, I’ll take you to the riverside to catch river snails, and we’ll ask aunt to roast them for us to eat."

Thinking about roasting the delicious river snails, Sang Xiaoshan couldn’t help swallowing his saliva, and then he shoved the remaining piece of egg into his mouth to satiate his craving for the time being.

Hearing this, Huanhuan wasn’t pleased at all and frowned tightly, his serious expression contrasting with his round, tender little face, making him look irresistibly cute.

"No, I won’t go!" Huanhuan refused flatly. He had no interest in river snails, those grey, hard-shelled insects that burrowed out of the ground, and didn’t understand why people here were so keen on eating them. The mere thought made him feel queasy.

"Not going? How can you not go?" Sang Xiaoshan looked at his cousin with disappointment, feeling the egg in his mouth lose its flavor.

Seeing good brother’s face fall into a sad expression, Huanhuan felt he might have been too direct and made up an excuse, "Catching river snails will get clothes dirty. Mother has many, many tasks to do every day, we can’t add to her troubles."

At that, Sang Xiaoshan’s face brightened considerably, though he still couldn’t resist the temptation of delicious roasted river snails, tugging on Sang Ye’s sleeve and acting spoiled, "Auntie, auntie, please let Huanhuan go with Xiaoshan. He can just watch; Xiaoshan won’t let him do anything, I promise he won’t get his clothes dirty."

As for himself, whether he catches river snails or not, his clothes would get dirty anyway and need to be washed by the aunt—it’s just as well to catch some river snails to give her as thanks for washing his clothes.