"Grandson is right. If Qingqing could come back to us, we wouldn't have such a good grandson, nor such a lovely granddaughter."

Mu Xue wanted to pinch the little girl's face, but after looking at her rough palms, she let go and just hugged her granddaughter's arms tightly again.

Yang Baiyi didn't ask Xiao Qingyang why he was sent to the farm. The wind had been blowing fiercely in recent years, and even the smallest thing could lead to irreparable consequences.

Some people don’t know what mistakes they made until they die. At least my grandfather and his family are still alive, which is a blessing in disguise.

Yang Baiyi had no intention of rubbing salt into his grandfather's wounds, so he asked about his experiences during the war.

When talking about those passionate years, Xiao Qingyang also perked up and told his grandchildren about the interesting things that happened during the war.

"Bai Yi, stay with grandma and grandpa and talk. I'm going to the kitchen to cook."

It gets dark early in winter and there is no electricity in rural areas, so people usually eat dinner early.

"Xiaoxiao, you stay here with your grandparents and uncle. I'll go and cook with your sister Wanru."

Yang Baiyi quickly stood up and went into the kitchen with Lin Wanru.

Not to mention that she is not your wife now, even if we really become a family in the future, it is not right to ask her to serve your family.

"Bai Yi, actually I can cook dinner myself. You're meeting your grandparents for the first time, so just chat with them."

Lin Wanru said this, but she was still very happy that Yang Baiyi came to help with cooking.

"There will be plenty of opportunities to talk later. Cooking will be faster with two people."

There is no honeycomb coal in rural areas nowadays, and people have to rely on firewood to cook. It is okay to cook porridge alone, but if you want to cook, you will inevitably be in a mess.

Yang Baiyi took out a wild rabbit and a pheasant from the big vat in the yard.

In rural areas of Northeast China, a large vat in the yard serves as a natural refrigerator, freezing food solid.

"Comrade Yang Baiyi, I heard exactly what the old man said just now.

He was from Sanqin Province. After joining the revolution, he fought everywhere. After the victory, he was demobilized and went to Suzhou. Later, he was transferred to a farm in the Northeast.

If I heard correctly, the Sichuan-Chongqing region didn't seem to be mentioned?

You learned to cook Sichuan cuisine and hunt from your uncle. I guess your uncle is not much older than us, right?

We just met, and you said you grew up at your grandma's house. It turns out you lied to me on the first day."

There was no one else around, so Lin Wanru began to settle accounts with Yang Baiyi.

Of course, there wasn't much anger in her tone; it was more of a coquettish tone than a question.

Yang Baiyi knew something was wrong when he heard it. When they were on duty together for the first time, he blamed all the unreasonable things on his uncle who didn't exist at all.

The uncle who was created out of nothing finally came to light due to some unexpected circumstances.

"Comrade Lin Wanru, don't worry about those details, they are not important.

Just tell me if my cooking is delicious or not? Just tell me if my hunting skills are awesome or not? "

Since there was no way to explain it, Yang Baiyi simply gave up and started to cheat.

"Why are you so shameless? But your cooking is indeed delicious, and you are also very good at hunting."

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Regardless of gender, once someone has a crush on someone, they will see only the advantages of each other.

Everyone has their own secrets. Lin Wanru respects Yang Baiyi's privacy and is unwilling to delve into it.

Lin Wanru was still the one making the fire, and Yang Baiyi was the one cooking. The two of them chatted and laughed as they prepared dinner.

Yang Baiyi's expression was focused, his hands and feet were nimble, and his movements of cutting vegetables and cooking were extremely beautiful.

Cooking is Yang Baiyi's hobby and his way to relieve his emotions in the end times.

In Yang Baiyi's postmodern concept, there is no idea that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, and this is exactly what attracts Lin Wanru the most.

"Bai Yi, do you need help?"

Xiao Fuxing came to the kitchen door and asked with a red face.

Xiao Fuxing felt a little awkward about his new identity when he suddenly had a nephew of the same age as him.

"Uncle, the two of us are enough. The kitchen is small and can't accommodate so many people.

You are wearing thin clothes, so go inside and rest. I will prepare some thick clothes for you tonight, and you can change into them tomorrow."

Yang Baiyi didn't think that his uncle could cook. In the past fifteen years, he was the mayor's son and probably had no chance to get in touch with the kitchen.

In the next five years, I moved to the farm and there was no rice or flour to cook.

"Okay, I'll go back to the house first."

Xiao Fuxing was just embarrassed to eat ready-made food, so he rushed to the kitchen to ask if he needed help. After asking, he realized that something was wrong.

Firstly, I really can't cook. Secondly, my eldest nephew and his girlfriend are busy in the kitchen. Although I am about the same age as them, I am the elder after all, so I am a bit of an eyesore here.

The chopped firewood in the stove was strong enough, and Yang Baiyi cooked very skillfully, quickly preparing dinner.

"Grandma and grandpa, take Xiaoxiao to the kitchen to wash your hands. The hot water is ready for you."

Yang Baiyi and Lin Wanru came to the main room with hot meals.

By the time they finished washing their hands, the food was already on the table.

There was a whole pot of stewed fat rabbit, and another pot was filled with small pheasant stewed with mushrooms. Two small cold dishes were cabbage hearts and shredded radish, all coated with sesame oil and smelling delicious.

"Bai Yi, why did you cook so many dishes? They won't spoil at this temperature, it would be great if you could save them for the New Year."

Even though Xiao Qingyang had been the mayor for more than ten years, he couldn't help but secretly click his tongue when he saw the dinner prepared by Yang Baiyi.

Xiao Fuxing swallowed his saliva with a gulp. In the past five years on the farm, he had not eaten any meat.

"Grandpa, we often eat meat. My brother hunts it himself. He's a great hunter."

In just one afternoon, the little girl became familiar with her grandparents. Maybe this is the unbreakable family bond.

"My dear grandson, grandma has never kissed you for a day, and now I am old and will cause you trouble."

As Mu Xue spoke, her eyes began to turn red again.

"Grandma, isn't it my duty to respect you? We are a family and don't use such polite words."

Yang Baiyi quickly comforted his grandma.

"Okay, old lady, let's not talk about the unhappy things. My eldest grandson is right. We should always look forward to everything.

My eldest grandson has prepared such a sumptuous meal, let’s eat quickly, otherwise it will get cold soon.”

The news of her daughter's death was a huge blow to Mu Xue. She couldn't eat many bites of the delicious food on the table. She would be in a daze for a long time while chewing.

Yang Baiyi sighed and didn't say much. It would take time to heal the pain in his heart.

If a person has a heavy mind, he may never be able to get over it in his lifetime.

There are all kinds of medicine in Yang Baiyi's space, except for medicine to treat heart disease.