"Okay, then you can push it to me, thank you Jingjing."

"Don't mention it."

Meanwhile, at Lin Anshu's uncle's house.

They also ate dumplings for dinner.

My uncle's family has two sons, but they have both graduated from university and are now working outside.

In the past, there were only four people in the family: my uncle and aunt, and my maternal grandparents.

When my maternal grandfather, Deng Weimin, arrived home, my aunt, He Qing, had just put the dumplings into the pot.

"Hezi, did An'an come over today?"

"Dad, how did you know? An'an brought some wild vegetables over, so we made some dumplings. They'll be ready in a bit."

"How would I know? Of course, I saw her."

Where did you see it?

"On the way, she wanted to buy bees from Old Sun, so I went with her to take a look, and... hey, these dumplings smell pretty good."

"Once it's cooked, I'll take some over to Old Sun so he won't accuse me of always fooling him."

The dumplings were cooked quickly, and the four of them sat down together to eat them.

During the meal, the four of them praised the dumplings repeatedly and each ate several more than usual.

After they finished eating, Aunt He Qing asked, "Dad, you said you were going to send dumplings to Old Sun, how many are you going to send?"

"Just pack thirty, oh no, that's too much, the old guy definitely can't eat that much, twenty, no, fifteen, how about that?"

"Yes, fifteen is just right. It's late at night, and an old man like him can't eat too much."

“…Oh.” He Qing’s lips twitched.

Isn't he an old man himself? He just ate almost thirty of them in one go.

Why is it that when it comes to other people, the quantity has to be halved and there has to be restraint?

He Qing believes that this is not concern, but simply a matter of wanting to give only this much.

After all, those dumplings were so delicious that the old man would feel bad if he gave too many.

Oh, she felt sorry for her too, cough.

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Lin Anshu was unaware that the wild vegetables she sent out had unknowingly made many people fall in love with their taste.

At that moment, she had just gone up the mountain with Mr. Lin to set up the two boxes of bees.

Beehives should not be placed directly on the ground, otherwise they will easily get damp and may attract insects.

So you have to put something underneath.

After this was settled, it was completely dark.

Lin Anshu and her father, one holding a flashlight and the other holding a cell phone light, started walking home.

When they came across a pond, Mr. Lin pointed to it and spoke.

"Look, do you see that? That's your uncle's pond."

A cool breeze kept seeping into my clothes, and I could hear all sorts of insect chirping.

Looking up, the sky is dotted with stars, and a crescent moon hangs in the sky.

The countryside at night seems exceptionally tranquil, calming even the most restless heart.

Lin Anshu sighed and said, "The place is nice and large, but I'm going to be very busy starting tomorrow."

Cleaning the pond, planting vegetables, finding someone to tend to my uncle's five acres of land, tending to their mountain land and thinking about what to plant, searching for fish fry, buying some small animals, and so on...

These tasks, one by one, must be done, and they must be done as soon as possible.