The little fellow giggled triumphantly.

"Ningning." Huo Fengqing came out and held the child in his arms, helplessly teaching him, "I told you to sleep, why did you sneak out of the room and scare your second uncle?"

The little guy stuck out his tongue.

Huo Fengyan lowered his head and called out, "Brother."

Huo Fengqing nodded slightly and said with concern: "I heard from grandpa that you have been busy until very late recently. Work is important, but health is more important."

"Got it, big brother, I'll pay attention."

Before going to bed at night, the little girl insisted that her uncle tell her a bedtime story before she would go to sleep.

Huo Fengqing had no choice but to bother his second brother.

"That little girl is not sleeping well tonight. I can't tell her a story. You have to come."

Ningning is the first and only child of the next generation of the Huo family. Everyone spoils her on weekdays. When she is well-behaved, she is so cute, but when she is noisy, everyone who sees her has to call her little ancestor.

Huo Fengyan sat in front of the bed, holding a storybook in his hand, but he was making up stories: "In the dense Poseidon Forest, there lived a rabbit. It..."

His patience improved, and sometimes he even thought that it would be great if he and Zhizhi had a child.

Huo Fengyan had been making up the story for a long time. Looking at Ningning who closed her eyes on the bed, he also felt a little sleepy. He closed the storybook which he had not even read and put it aside, intending to go back to sleep.

"Second Uncle." The little guy suddenly opened his eyes.

The two of them stared at each other.

The little fellow asked excitedly in his baby voice, "Did the wolf catch up with the rabbit? Was the rabbit eaten? Uncle, why don't you continue telling the story?"

Huo Fengyan didn't plan to make up any more stories: "Go to sleep."

"No, the rabbit needs help. I'm going to help the rabbit defeat the wolf." The little guy stretched his hand out from under the quilt, and said innocently with his excited little face.

Huo Fengyan put her hand back into the quilt, "It doesn't need your help, it's very powerful, it ate the wolf."

Suddenly I feel that it would be better for him and Zhizhi not to have children in the future.

the next day.

The little guy went to kindergarten and recited this story seriously.

Other children: "How is it possible that the rabbit ate the wolf? You are lying!"

"It's true." Ningning said seriously, "Because it was very powerful, it ate the wolf. This is a story my second uncle told me. Do you know who my second uncle is? My second uncle is very powerful. He is a god in heaven."

"Is your second uncle really a god?"

"Of course, my second uncle doesn't even need to stand up to drink water." Ning Ning suddenly stretched out a hand and said, "Look, just like me, I stretched out my hand, and the water cup automatically fell into his hand. My second uncle is amazing, isn't he?"

Later, the kindergarten teacher noticed this matter and gave feedback to Jiang Yue.

Jiang Yue felt helpless after hearing this and explained with a smile: "She just likes her second uncle very much." -Taoshui Village.

Wang Yanmei came back with a basket of peanuts.

When Xu Fuqiang saw it, he asked, "Where did the peanuts come from?"

"It was given to me by Uncle Liu who herds cattle. He said Qingzhi gave him dried beans before. He harvested peanuts from the field and waited to dry them. He happened to meet me on the road and gave them to me." Wang Yanmei looked at the peanuts. The ones that were dried were in excellent condition. "Qingzhi, do you want to eat boiled or frosted peanuts?"

Xu Qingzhi immediately gave the answer: "Boiled."

Boiled peanuts, just add a little salt, the taste is clean. She ate sugar-coated peanuts once last time, and she got tired of them.

Boiled peanuts are convenient to carry with you and can be eaten when making dried persimmon cakes.

The autumn weather is clear and crisp.

Grandpa cleaned up the house a few days ago and will use it to store the persimmon cakes.

After lunch, she went to her grandfather's house carrying a bag of boiled peanuts.

Grandpa was worried about her making persimmon cakes alone, so he didn't even go fishing. The two of them moved a small stool and started peeling persimmons.

The old man was making this for the first time, and he was unsure: "Qingzhi, can this really be made into dried persimmon cakes? Will it taste the same as the dried persimmon cakes sold during the Chinese New Year?"

"Grandpa, actually I don't know if it can succeed." Xu Qingzhi said frankly.

After all, she is not omnipotent. This is her first time making persimmon cake, and she found the tutorial online.

When the old man heard this, he quickly comforted his granddaughter and said, "You have been smart since you were young, and you have gone to college. Grandpa believes in you. You can succeed in anything."

Xu Qingzhi wanted to say that going to university was not everything.

She said, "Grandpa, how about we do less?"

The old man looked at the baskets of persimmons and immediately agreed: "Okay, then make less so we can have some fresh ones."

Even if it goes wrong or fails, it won't be too much of a pity.

Xu Qingzhi laughed, "I can't finish all these dried persimmons anyway."

It is definitely not because peeling persimmons is too tiring that I gave up making hundreds of kilograms of persimmon cakes. It’s just that I really can’t finish them, so making 200 is already a lot.

Two people worked together to peel the persimmons, so the process was quick. After two hundred persimmons were peeled, they were placed on a large bamboo plate and dried on a cement washing table that had been built in the yard many years ago.

While there is still some sunshine these days, let’s sunbathe for two or three days.

Xu Qingzhi was afraid of small bugs and mice, so he used a protective spell to create an invisible barrier. Except for humans, no other small creatures could get in.

Grandpa went into the house and I didn't know what he was doing. He looked very mysterious.

Xu Qingzhi arranged the persimmons and went into the house to see her grandfather standing next to the stove. She walked over and saw something familiar.

She exclaimed "Ah" in surprise.

The old man took two chopsticks and stirred the pot, and the chopsticks were covered with caramel-colored sugar. He handed it to her: "Take it, eat it quickly."

It's sweet potato candy.

When she was a child, there was not much to eat, so her grandfather cooked for her and it was delicious.

This candy is very troublesome to make. If you want to make it, you have to prepare it several days in advance.

Xu Qingzhi took the candy and took a bite. It was so sweet, a familiar taste.

She muttered, "Grandpa, this is very troublesome."

"I made this for my good granddaughter. It's not a big deal." The old man was satisfied when he saw that his granddaughter liked the candy. "When you leave later, take this candy with you and eat it slowly when you get home. If your mother scolds you, just say that grandpa asked you to eat it, okay?"

"I'm not a child anymore. I'm not going to be scolded for eating candy." Xu Qingzhi took the candy on the chopsticks into his mouth and urged Grandpa: "Grandpa, stir me another one. I want to eat more."

The old man smiled, took another pair of chopsticks and stirred another one for the child.

"What are you eating?" Xu Fuqiang walked in from outside.

Xu Qingzhi held up the candy in his hand like he was presenting a treasure, "Look, Grandpa made this for me."

Xu Fuqiang knew how troublesome it was to make this thing. He sighed and looked at his father, "Just spoil her."

The old man glanced at him and said, "I don't spoil Qingzhi, so who should I spoil?"

Xu Fuqiang didn't argue with him and pointed at the sugar in the pot: "Dad, mix some for me too. I haven't eaten this for more than ten years. I want to try it."

Xu Dongru handed him a pair of chopsticks without even a glance, "Do you have no hands or what?"

Xu Fuqiang pursed his lips, stirred a stick of candy himself, and asked, "I wanted to help you make dried persimmons. Did you finish it so quickly?"

The old man also made a small candy for himself and replied, "Qingzhi said that we can't finish so many dried persimmons, so make less. We've finished it."

"Okay, then I still have food to eat even if I don't work. This is a good thing." Xu Fuqiang put the candy into his mouth and commented, "Well, this is the taste. It's delicious."

(End of this chapter)