Chapter 388 Ye Xiaolin's Son Nian Nian
Zhao Mei hurriedly introduced: "This is my daughter, Xiao Mei. By the way, Foreman Li, are you here to order food?"
Li Dayun took another look at Ye Xiaomei. He didn't expect that such a well-educated girl was the daughter of Sister Zhao. It was really a fate.
"Yes, yes, I have counted it. There are thirty-two people eating at noon. Please prepare it early."
"Okay, don't worry, it's more than enough." Zhao Mei turned around and said to the lady happily:
"Come with mom and buy some food. Mom wants to give the workers some extra meat today."
Ye Xiaomei subconsciously looked at the chicken in the tent and asked, "How about adding chicken meat?"
Li Dayun, who was standing by, had a gloomy expression on his face: "Forget about the meat." Not to mention the chicken, how could the workers be willing to spend money to buy meat?
"Okay, Foreman Li, how about we have some chicken soup noodles for lunch?" Zhao Mei responded quickly. This way, she wouldn't have to run to the county town to buy vegetables.
"This..." Li Dayun rubbed his hands, not knowing what to do. It was so cold and just thinking about the chicken soup made him feel warm even before he ate it.
"Just chicken noodle soup, Uncle Li. You can have it as a snack when you lead people to build a house for my family. The price is still the original price. After all, this old hen is raised by ourselves."
After Ye Xiaomei finished speaking, Li Dayun's eyes sparkled with emotion. He gathered his resolve for a long time before speaking:
"Okay, I thank you on behalf of my brothers. However, even if you and your mother don't say anything, Sister Zhao, I will definitely build you a solid house. When the time comes, I will personally supervise the design of the drainage pipes and arrange the wiring for you."
After Li Dayun walked away, looking back every three steps, Zhao Mei quickly lit the fire. She was not afraid even if there was snow in the pot, as the boiling water was used to remove the chicken feathers.
Two chickens were stuffed into a bucket of boiling water, and Zhao Mei quickly turned the chickens over to avoid burning one side and preventing the other side from falling off:
"Xiao Mei, go to the grocery store at the east end of the village and buy another two kilograms of noodles. We already have enough noodles in our tent. We'd rather have more than less."
"Okay." Ye Xiaomei was unable to help, so she found a cloth bag and carried it away. After the snow cleared, the sun slowly rose from the east. Snow water began to drip from the eaves of every household. The white snow on the road had been trampled into black snow and mud by the construction team and the villagers.
Fortunately, Ye Xiaomei was wearing rubber shoes, and her back was slightly sweaty when she walked to the canteen at the east end of the village.
Maybe it was because the New Year was approaching, and several adults were holding their children and gathering at the window to buy candies.
Ye Xiaomei waited outside the crowd for a while.
"Niannian, you can only eat two candies, otherwise your teeth will be damaged."
The moment the woman turned around holding the little kid, her eyes immediately fixed on Ye Xiaomei's face.
Ye Xiaomei's heart also sank, and she and Ye Xiaolin's eyes met for a moment.
Ye Xiaolin looked Ye Xiaomei up and down, his eyes fixed on her outfit.
Ye Xiaomei saw that her face was full of wrinkles. She was only in her twenties, but she had a few white hairs on her temples. Then her gaze fell on the face of the little boy named Nian Nian.
Wow, he looks so much like Zhang Changjiang, they are simply carved from the same mold.
I thought Ye Xiaolin wouldn't say hello to her, but she bent down and touched the child's head: "Call me auntie."
Nian Nian had two snot marks hanging from her nose, and she called out in a baby voice, "Auntie."
The voice was as childish as glass, which made people tremble in their hearts. The innocent and pure eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and they were unaware of the sufferings of the world.
"Be good!" Ye Xiaomei touched Nian Nian's head.
"Let's go home." Ye Xiaolin's face was always gloomy, as if he couldn't smile at all.
Looking at her back as she picked up the child and waded through the black snow water, Ye Xiaomei felt for a moment that her original decision seemed wrong.
It was Ye Xiaolin who asked her to help get Nian Nian back from Xue Wenhao, but now it’s good that she finally gets it back on her own.
"Hey, Xiaomei, it's been a while since I last saw you. It looks like you're doing well in the city."
Aunt Zhu in the window tilted her neck to look at Ye Xiaomei: "I heard that you and your mother were selling dumplings in the market. Judging from the way you are dressed, you are doing well. It must be a good place to make money."
Ye Xiaomei retracted her gaze and said with a smile: "I made a little money, Auntie, give me three pounds of noodles."
Aunt Zhu took a plastic bag and put three pounds of noodles in it, but she didn't plan to hand it out through the window:
"I heard that your dumpling restaurant makes a lot of money, not just a little bit of money."
Ye Xiaomei pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly: "I just earn some student money after school, it's not much." Reach out and give me the noodles.
Aunt Zhu grabbed the noodles and tried to pass them over, but then pulled back: "You are studying in school and your mother-in-law doesn't say anything to you. You are such a lucky girl."
"..." Ye Xiaomei curled her lips. Fine, if you say I'm lucky, then I'm lucky.
"Auntie, please give me the noodles. I'm waiting for them to be cooked."
"Oh oh oh, look at me, how could I forget." He said and hurried over.
Ye Xiaomei took it, put it in the bag and turned to leave. From behind, she heard Aunt Zhu calling out, "Xiaomei, when spring comes, I go to the city for a stroll. You must take me with you. I have never been to the city before."
Ye Xiaomei said perfunctorily, "Okay."
Passing by the Ye family's ancestral home, Ye Xiaomei heard the noisy sounds inside but did not stop.
The old house of the Ye family.
Wang Minzhi threw the rag into the basin with an unpleasant look on her face: "Xiaolin, don't walk around with your child. Aren't you afraid of people gossiping about you?"
Li Cuiying sat at the door of the east room with the same sarcastic tone:
"If you had been with the Ma family in the past, would it have ended up like this? Look, that girl Xiao Mei married into a good family and gave her mother thousands of yuan to build a house. And look at you and your two useless brothers. You haven't found a partner yet and you've spent all your money on women."
Ye Xiaolin wiped the child's nose expressionlessly: "It's useless to say anything now. Ye Xiaomei is lucky. She opened a hotel in the city. The money was not all given by Ma Qijun."
Wang Minzhi was stunned when she heard this: "Didn't I hear that she opened a dumpling restaurant?"
When Wang Minzhi heard this, she couldn't believe it. Dumplings aren't a good thing, so why would anyone in the city spend money to buy them?
Later, when she saw that her brother and sister-in-law were dressed differently, she believed what they said and was eager to ask Li Cuiying for money so that she could sell dumplings. Unfortunately, Li Cuiying held on to her money very tightly and refused to believe that she could sell the dumplings.
Li Cuiying couldn't sit still any longer: "Why don't you talk to Xiaolin? Why are you arguing about that fatherless child?"
Ye Xiaolin felt unhappy and twitched her lips: "Nian Nian is not a fatherless child."
After saying that, he carried Nian Nian back to the house.
Looking at this messy room with three beds, Ye Xiaolin felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't breathe.
She thought that when she returned home this time, the house would have been built and she would have a place there, but she didn't expect that they were so poor that other people's houses had already built gables, while hers had just laid the foundation.
"Mom, what is Dad? Can I eat him?" Nian Nian tilted her neck and looked up to ask Ye Xiaolin.
Ye Xiaolin's nose suddenly felt sore. She squatted down and hugged her son tightly: "It's all my fault. I didn't keep your father. When the snow melts, I will take you to find your father, okay?"
On Zhao Mei's homestead, the aroma of steaming chicken soup wafts from under the lid of a large pot, with the fragrance of Fangshan scallions and ginger spreading across the area.
"What delicious food did you make?"
Li Cuiying walked forward with the help of a crutch, stumbling across the red bricks all over the ground.
Ye Xiaomei instinctively exchanged a glance with her mother.
Zhao Mei asked calmly, "Mom, what's the matter?"
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