When he woke up early in the morning, Sushan felt comfortable all over his body. After opening his eyes, a carp thrust out of the bed, put on his clothes and prepared to go to work.

Who knew that as soon as I opened the bedroom door, I smelled a scent of food. Following the scent, I found that my mother was already wearing a ring skirt and holding a spoon in her hand and cooking.

"Why did you get up so early in the morning? Are you unable to sleep after changing places?" Su Shan pushed open the kitchen door and asked at his mother.

Zhao Mingxia was startled, turned her head and covered her heart and said, "Yeah! You suddenly jumped out and scared me, are you walking silently?"

"You are too devoted. What are you doing? It's so delicious?" Su Shan walked behind his mother with a smile, and looked at the pot on the stove on the tiptoe.

When Zhao Mingxia heard her son praise the aroma of the porridge she cooked, she happily opened the lid of the pot: "Fish porridge, there was still a little fish left by Xiao Li last night, so I cleaned the thorns and cooked a pot of fish fillet porridge for everyone. We have no problem eating it, but I just don't know if it suits the tastes of Donna and the person named La."

Su Shan heard his mother say that Ramon's surname was La, so he smiled and said, "It's not a problem. If it doesn't fit his taste, his portion will be mine!"

"You child, how could you be like this?" Zhao Mingxia said, but her face seemed to be full of flowers. In the mother's heart, it was not the same thing. As long as her child liked to eat, it was the best praise.

Zhao Mingxia suddenly thought of Li Jingyu's cooking skills again, so she felt a little depressed: "Hey, I have been cooking for decades, but I can't cook better than Xiao Li."

"Mom" Su Shan reached out and hugged his mother and shook her lightly: "Don't compare with him. He is not a complete human being. He can do anything well. You don't know yet. He has a chef certificate and is a serious test. You are competing with him to compete with professional chefs. Why do you think you are competing with this kind of energy?"

"Why is this child so outstanding?" Zhao Mingxia felt better when she heard this.

"By the way, you haven't said how you sleep at night," Su Shan asked again. He didn't want to mention the advantages of Li Shuai Bao, which would make him feel bad.

Zhao Mingxia said happily: "I slept well, very well. Your father and I both slept until five o'clock. We slept since nine o'clock yesterday. We slept for more than eight hours. We didn't sleep so well when we were at home."

"Dad is awake too?" Su Shan felt that he had never seen his dad in the living room.

"After your dad woke up, he went to the stable over there to help," said Zhao Mingxia.

Su Shan said: "How did he get there? He ran there?"

"No, you're parked with a four-wheel drive there, he rode that one," said Zhao Mingxia.

Su Shanqi said: "Who can ride?"

"What's the matter? Isn't it just that I run away when I'm on fire? What's the difference between running and motorcycles?" Zhao Mingxia replied.

"Too!"

"The porridge is ready soon. You can spend the meal with me. Everyone wakes up so early in the morning and the cold is quite heavy. Drink some porridge to warm your body," said Zhao Mingxia.

Sushan originally wanted to say that they wouldn't have to get used to drinking coffee in the morning, but when he thought that his mother was kind enough, he wouldn't trash her, so he nodded and agreed.

After waiting for five minutes, Sushan saw his mother put all the porridge in the insulation box and held it in her hand.

With her mother, Sushan could not ride a horse anymore and had to drive a mountain bike. Just drive Sushan like this. Zhao Mingxia sat behind and held her son's waist with one hand and the other with the insulation box. The mother and son soon arrived at the door of the stable.

He stopped the car and took his mother into the stable.

"Everyone take a break and come over and have some porridge, which my mother cooked."

Sushan entered the stable and saw that everyone was doing horse-dressing routines. Not only Ramon and Donna, but also my own son was also scrupulously now. He looked pretty well-dressed. If he hadn't looked carefully, he would have thought he was a cowboy.

At this time, Su Jianguo wore his son's baseball cap, a red and black plaid shirt, jeans on his lower body, and a pair of half-skin horse boots that Su Shan had bought for a long time. He looked like a serious American jean.

But if you look closely, you will find that his skill in horse brushing is really average. The horse always moves around. If it weren't for the side reins, the horse would probably want to escape. This is because the force used on the brush when brushing the horse was not well controlled, and the horse felt different from before. This was not a short time, and Su Shan did it in general, let alone Su Jianguo, who had just started it.

Hearing Su Shan's words, Donna stopped first, then took off her gloves and signaled Ramon to go over to drink porridge.

It was Su Jianguo who was still concentrating on his horse.

"Dad, come and have a porridge. Just try it here. I'll take a look later," said Su Shan.

"No, I'm doing it well here, Donna praised me." Su Jianguo was full of energy at this time, as if it was so fun to do horse racing.

Of course, it is indeed fun for novices to swim horses, but no matter how fun it is, you won’t be fun if you work all day long. Not to mention swim horses, there is a saying on the Internet: Behind every goddess there is a man who sleeps until she wants to vomit, so swim horses is the same.

"Let him do more work and lose weight," Zhao Mingxia said to her son while serving porridge.

Hearing his wife say this, Su Jianguo put down his work, straightened his waist and took off his hands: "I'll drink porridge, don't clean it!"

"Those born in the Year of the Donkey will coax them back when they are not leaving." Zhao Mingxia threw a sentence and continued to do the work.

Following Donna and Ramon's appearance, Su Jianguo washed his hands in the Ma's drinking trough, then walked to the door to wait for the porridge.

The drinking trough here is not a square basin or something. It is a large stainless steel bowl like a small size blue rice bowl at home. There is a stent on the edge of the bowl. In this way, when the horse wants to drink water, it pushes the stent close to the wall. In this way, the water flows into the bowl. After drinking, the horse closes its head and returns to the position, the water will no longer flow.

In short, this thing is just a faucet for horses, with the same technical content as the washbasin at home.

"How is it?" Zhao Mingxia asked Donna, and at the same time turned her eyes to Ramon.

Ramon didn't understand what Zhao Mingxia was asking, but when he saw Donna give her thumbs up, he roughly understood what it meant, so he also smiled and gave Zhao Mingxia a thumbs up.

Seeing that both of them liked to drink the porridge they cooked, Zhao Mingxia was very happy. When she was happy, she immediately added two spoons to their bowls.

Just as people were drinking porridge, Zhao Mingxia looked at each compartment.

For Zhao Mingxia, she couldn't tell which kind of horse is a good horse or a bad horse. In her eyes, the horses in her son's house were all tall and big horses, and the extraordinary kind of horse was more beautiful than the ones she saw in her godson Fatty Jia.

Of course, this is Zhao Mingxia's psychological effect. One reason is that she had no chance to come into contact with such tall horses in China before. In addition to improved horses, domestic horses are generally not tall. The warlike horses of the cold weapons era are only 1.3 meters tall, which is still the height of stallions. For example, the mares in Sushan stables are all running up to 1.5 meters tall, and two of them are nearly 1.7 meters. The gap between 20 and 30 cm is visually, especially when you get close, it is quite obvious.

When Zhao Mingxia turned to the innermost compartment, she thought there was no horse, but she was about to turn around and heard something inside, so she reached over the door and looked in and found a slightly thin pony inside.

Soon Zhao Mingxia was attracted by this pony, not because the pony looked very interesting to her (the pony has a big head, long legs and short body. Most people will find it strange to see a pony for the first time. The proportion of the body is so interesting, like a standing rectangle).

But when the pony looked at her, the feeling of melancholy and loss came out of the horse's eyes. This gaze suddenly inspired the mother-child love in Zhao Mingxia's heart.

I have to say that my family and life are pretty good, and many women who eat and drink generally have maternal love. They usually like it very much, let alone encountering pony with such gazes.

The pony is naturally the first pony produced in Sushan Horse Farm, the son of [Quick-stroke Lily].

This little guy has poor data, so Sushan naturally doesn't care. If it weren't for it, Sushan would have thrown it to the public ranch long ago, so where would he keep it. Although Donna and Ramon are taking care of it, they are definitely not taking care of it wholeheartedly. There are now thirteen or fourteen mares in the stable, and there are no kung fu in the same bloodline and the average horse.

So this pony is a bit withdrawn. It cannot be said that it is a horse farm that abuses it. It is just that the foal, especially the foal abandoned by its mother, needs more care. Without this kind of care, it will naturally run towards the withdrawn gate. However, the stables are also divided into levels, and if it is not at the level, it will definitely not receive more care.

"Why are you locked here alone?" Zhao Mingxia looked inside while singing to Xiaoju.

The little foal naturally couldn't speak, but he just looked at Zhao Mingxia with his big eyes, and his nose was whispering hot air.

"May I have your name?"

Zhao Mingxia didn't know that she was being loyal to this little foal, and that guy was rising.

How could the little foal answer her? So she could only turn around and ask her son: "Son, what's the name of this little foal?"

As soon as Su Shan turned his head and saw his mother's location, he knew what she was referring to.

"No name! Why don't you give one?"

The unpopular Xiaoma Sushan was in the mood to name a name, so he asked his mother to name him casually.

After hearing this, Zhao Mingxia turned around and looked at Xiaoma, then turned around again: "Then it will call Xiaobao in the future!"

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Chapter completed!