Chapter 32 You Want Pumpkin-Flavored Milk Sticks Lin Wuyang, as white as a raven's feather...

Of course, Mrs. Lou wouldn't hit the child. She told An Shisi to wash his dirty clothes himself, and he wouldn't be allowed to eat dinner until they were clean.

In the laundry room.

An Shisi sat on a small stool with a plastic basin in front of him, in which his clothes that had gotten dirty that day were soaking.

"Hehe! Haha! Ahhh!!!"

An Shisi unleashed his full power and pounded the basin with both hands.

Water splashed everywhere in the basin, but the mud stains on the dirty clothes remained unchanged.

After hammering for a while, An Shisi said, "Brother, put some more soap on my clothes, it won't get clean if you don't use enough."

"Not enough? The bubbles are going to submerge your clothes. You can't wash clothes like that. You have to rub them by hand."

An Fusheng was rubbing clothes in his hands, "Like this."

An Fusheng was washing Wen Xingrui's dirty clothes. He had changed Wen Xingrui's clothes in the afternoon and thrown them directly into the washing machine. Now he was going to secretly wash them before Lou's mother found out.

An Shisi grabbed his dirty pants and tried to scrub them like An Fusheng did. He scrubbed for a long time until his arms ached, but the mud stains on the pants still didn't disappear.

"Brother, can you help me rub it? My hands don't have that much strength."

“No, Aunt Lou said you have to wash your own clothes today.”

“Okay…” An Shisi continued rubbing his pants with a frown.

An Fusheng wasn't exaggerating when he said he could hand-wash clothes since he was eight. He was skilled and quickly finished washing Wen Xingrui's clothes. "I'm done washing. You can continue. I'm going to cook. Bye-bye!"

"ah?"

"Hurry up and wash! Aunt Lou said there's no dinner if you don't wash it clean."

"ah?!"

"Keep it up, dinner's waiting for you!"

An Fusheng walked briskly downstairs to cook.

Downstairs, the others were also not spared and were being supervised by Lou Lan to wash their hands.

An Fusheng heard Wen Xingmou say, "Aunt Lou, I'm done washing."

Lou Lan: "Not yet, there's still dirt under your fingernails."

An Fusheng quickly went into the kitchen.

For dinner tonight, An Fusheng made braised pork with vermicelli, sweet and sour pork ribs, and a stir-fried vegetable dish with radish, corn, and ham. All of these were quick and easy dishes, and dinner was ready in less than an hour.

An Fusheng was carrying minced meat and vermicelli into the restaurant when he ran into An Shisi, who was rushing downstairs.

"Big brother, have you had dinner yet?"

"Just about to eat."

"Great! I didn't get to eat any."

An Shisi stood on tiptoe to see what dishes An Fusheng was serving, but because he was too short, it was no use. "Big brother, what are we having for dinner tonight?"

An Fusheng raised an eyebrow: "Have you finished washing your clothes?"

"I'm all washed, and my hands are clean too." An Shisi said, panting, as he spread out his hands for An Fusheng to see.

"Your hands are indeed very clean after washing," An Fusheng affirmed.

An Shisi looked smug and self-satisfied.

Once the food is on the table, the whole family gathers for a delicious and satisfying meal.

After dinner, those who had homework did it, and those who didn't go out to play with An Fusheng.

Lou Lan finally had time to check her phone. She opened it and found that a classmate's parent had requested to add her as a friend, so she immediately accepted.

Almost the instant the message arrived, a greeting came from the other end, asking if Wen Xingmou had given Lin Wuyang a milk stick today.

Lou Lan was startled, thinking that the milk sticks had made the child sick and the parents were anxiously coming to her door.

Fortunately, Grandma Lin explained immediately.

After Grandma Lin finished speaking, Lou Lan felt a mix of emotions. She had seen too many special children in her life, and she could empathize with their parents.

Lou Lan immediately went to ask An Fusheng for the recipes for Grandma Lin.

An Fusheng is giving Afu a bath right now, with several children watching and giving instructions.

"Big brother, your paws aren't clean yet."

"Big brother, there are bubbles on Afu's head."

"Ah Fu, don't move around, your big brother is washing you clean."

“Afu was originally fair-skinned.”

...

Lou Lan walked over: "Fu Zai?"

"What's wrong, Aunt Lou?" An Fusheng asked, looking up.

"A parent of one of the students in Xingmou's class wants to ask you for the recipe for milk sticks."

"A recipe?" An Fusheng was a little confused. "What recipe?"

"Your recipe for making milk sticks."

"What recipe do I need to make milk sticks? I don't have a recipe."

"It's about how you make your milk sticks. Other kids like them and want to make them too."

An Fusheng understood, but how should he explain it?

So, half an hour later, An Fusheng was still describing how to make this simple snack to Lou Lan.

An Fusheng felt that writing recipes was much harder than cooking. "I didn't even know how many grams of flour I put in, I just... added it by chance."

Lou Lan put down her phone. If Grandma Lin hadn't said that she had already followed the online tutorial and Lin Wuyang didn't like it, she would have suggested that Grandma Lin find a tutorial online.

“Then how about I make some more for him tomorrow?” An Fusheng said.

“Okay, then I’ll talk to Grandma Lin Wuyang.”

“Lin Wuyang is my friend,” Wen Xingmou said from the side.

"I haven't even said anything to you yet. Didn't I remind you not to share the milk sticks with other children?" Lou's mother gently tapped Wen Xingmou.

An Shisi secretly glanced at Lou's mother from the side. Great, Lou's mother didn't ask him anything.

The recipe issue is temporarily resolved; it's time for the children to go to bed.

After sending An Shisi and the others to bed, An Fusheng went to the laundry room and took a look. An Shisi's clothes were hanging in clumps on the hanger, probably because the suds hadn't been rinsed off properly, and some parts of the clothes were stiff.

“This kid.” An Fusheng picked up An Shisi’s pants and looked at them. There were big mud stains on the two knees that hadn’t been washed off at all.

An Fusheng washed his clothes again, rinsing them five times with clean water to remove the suds, and he didn't know how many times he used soap.

Perhaps because he was tired from working during the day, he slept well at night. An Fusheng went to bed quite early, and he woke up early again the next day.

An Fusheng was a little incredulous. "Could it be that this body is getting old, so it's sleeping less?"

Today, An Fusheng is going to use up all the remaining pumpkin, otherwise it will spoil. So this morning he made pumpkin flower rolls, pumpkin millet porridge, and pumpkin milk sticks.

An Fusheng was making steamed buns in the kitchen when An Shisi came in, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "Big brother, do I have to go to kindergarten today?"

An Fusheng placed the twisted flower rolls into the steamer. "Yes."

"Okay, just hang in there a little longer until Saturday," An Shisi muttered to himself as he walked away.

A little while later, he came back and asked, "Brother, have the bean sprouts I planted yesterday sprouted yet?"

"Probably not yet." An Fusheng hadn't checked it either, but he knew it wouldn't be that soon.

"Let me go take a look."

An Shisi went to the vegetable garden and looked around, then returned disappointed, saying, "It hasn't sprouted yet."

"Brother, why haven't they sprouted yet after so long?" An Shisi asked.

“It’s only been one night, not long at all,” An Fusheng said to him while making breakfast.

"When will they sprout?"

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Do they need to sleep twice before they sprout?"

"right."

"Alright, I'll wait a bit longer," An Shisi muttered.

"Have you washed up?" An Fusheng asked.

Not yet.

"Then hurry up and go, breakfast will be ready in a little while."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

An Shisi disappeared in a flash.

Because they were to bring milk sticks to their classmates today, the two kindergarten children obtained the right to bring snacks without having to ask.

Lou's mother repeatedly reminded them not to share it with other children.

The two children still agreed very firmly.

Today, An Shisi did indeed listen to and intended to strictly follow Lou Mama's instructions, but his friend Fang Wangxi became a stumbling block and successfully tripped An Shisi up.

"An Shisi, do you have any pumpkin-flavored milk sticks left today?" Fang Wangxi asked.

“…Yes.” An Shisi hadn’t learned to lie yet. If he had lied before, it must have been because he had fooled himself first.

"Can you share some more with me?" Fang Wangxi said, "And my sister too."

An Shisi: "My mother, Lou, said that I can't share it with others."

“My sister is very cute, she loves pumpkin-flavored milk sticks,” Fang Wangxi tried to persuade An Shisi.

An Shisi firmly shook his head: "No."

Fang Wangxi was in a dilemma. He had promised his sister that he would bring her pumpkin-flavored milk sticks after school today. He knew she would cry if he didn't get home, and his sister would cry very loudly. "Can I trade with you? I have a Mercedes and a Land Rover in my backpack."

I want a Land Rover!

The deal is done.

But when school was over, An Shisi became a little reluctant, saying, "I only have three."

Fang Wangxi: "Three strips are just right, one for my sister and one for the two of us!"

An Shisi pondered Fang Wangxi's words, "One for me, one for you, one for your sister, three is just right."

“Yes,” Fang Wangxi said.

An Shisi felt that Fang Wangxi was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

On the other side, most of the students in the small class had left, leaving only Wen Xingmou and Lin Wuyang.

"Lin Wuyang, didn't your grandma come to pick you up again today?"

Lin Wuyang glanced at the doorway, then quickly looked away.

“We were always the last to leave, so we’re good friends. I’ll share my milk stick with you; Aunt Lou said you can have one today.”

Wen Xingmou took out a bag of milk sticks from her schoolbag. "I have a lot today."

"Do you want one?" Wen Xingmou took one out of the bag to eat herself first, and then took another one to give to Lin Wuyang.

Lin Wuyang brings a different plush toy to school every day. Today, he brought a long-eared rabbit wearing a blue tutu.

"Your little bunny is so cute today." Wen Xingmou stared at the bunny in Lin Wuyang's hand and asked, "Can I see it?"

Lin Wuyang remained silent.

"Okay, it's fine if you don't want to." Wen Xingmou cherished having someone accompany her to the last stop and wouldn't get angry over such a small matter.

Lin Wuyang didn't want her milk sticks, so she ate them herself, saying, "My older brother makes super delicious pumpkin-flavored milk sticks."

After Wen Xingmou finished her third milk stick, a long-eared rabbit wearing a blue tutu slowly appeared before her eyes.

"Did you give this to me to play with?" Wen Xingmou asked excitedly, taking the little rabbit. "It's so cute!"

The little bunny was wearing her favorite blue princess dress, and Wen Xingmou couldn't help but admire it: "So pretty!"

Wen Xingmou examined the painting for a while, then looked up to find a hand outstretched in front of her. "What's wrong?"

Lin Wuyang looked at Wen Xingmou with a somewhat aggrieved expression.

"I know, you want pumpkin-flavored milk sticks!"

Wen Xingmou generously grabbed three and placed them in Lin Wuyang's palm. "Here you go."

Lin Wuyang's raven-feather-like eyelashes trembled.