Chapter 51 Is the Milk Dragon dead? Hmm, it was chopped into pieces.
"Squeak—"
The sharp, piercing sound of car tires screeching against the ground brushed past my ears.
Suddenly, a car braked sharply in front of An Fusheng.
"Smack!"
Before An Fusheng could even see what had happened, Wen Xinglan in front of him tripped and fell on her bottom.
An Fusheng grabbed Wen Xinglan, and was so angry that he wanted to curse.
"Bang!"
A loud bang.
An electric scooter overturned on the ground, and a cell phone fell to the ground.
The car owner got out of the car, picked up the phone from the ground, and handed it to An Fusheng: "Your phone."
An Fusheng stared at her blankly, then watched as the person on the electric scooter quickly got up from the ground, got on the scooter, and sped away.
"My...my phone?" An Fusheng asked uncertainly.
"Yes." The local dialect is concise and to the point.
An Fusheng took the phone and looked it over; it was indeed his phone.
"That electric scooter was following you the whole time."
"I didn't even notice." Wen Xinglan was walking unsteadily; all his attention was focused on Wen Xinglan.
"Hey!!!"
"Um???"
"Hmm..."
Wen Xinglan was suspended in the air, kicking her limbs wildly.
Today he was wearing the strawberry bear onesie that Wen Min had bought for him last time. It was so tight that it constricted his entire body. Right now, An Fusheng was holding him up in mid-air by the back, and his chest and throat were completely constricted. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.
An Fusheng was startled to realize that he was still carrying a child, so he quickly put Wen Xinglan down.
Wen Xinglan stood firm on the ground.
"Let me check if you're injured," An Fusheng said.
Wen Xinglan raised both hands to show his elder brother: his hands were not injured.
An Fusheng slapped his outstretched hands. "Why are you giving me your hands? You just fell on your butt."
"Let me check if you hurt your butt," An Fusheng said, reaching out to pull at Wen Xinglan's clothes.
There were snaps under the onesies. An Fusheng peeled off the snaps and pulled open the diaper. Wen Xinglan's little bottom was white and tender, without even a red mark.
An Fusheng was relieved. "It's alright, there's no problem at all."
After zipping up the zipper, An Fusheng gently patted Wen Xinglan's bottom, "Little Ba, were you scared?"
Wen Xinglan answered every question, but her answers were off-topic: "Was Xiao Ba scared?"
"Don't mimic me. Just tell me if it's true or not."
"No."
"No or yes?"
"have."
An Fusheng: "..."
After checking everything, An Fusheng remembered the person who had helped him. Looking up, he found the area was empty. An Fusheng scratched his head, "When did they leave?"
Wen Xinglan scratched his head in imitation: "We left."
"You know nothing! Do you still want to go your own way?"
Wen Xinglan glanced at the fully loaded stroller, then turned and walked forward on her own.
Did he want to walk by himself? No, his car was full of things.
An Fusheng bought a lot of things today. He wouldn't have bought so many if he had only bought vegetables. But as soon as he left the market, he met an old man selling yellow peaches from a tricycle.
The old man's yellow peaches were large and fresh. Because they weren't bagged while on the tree, the skin was bumpy and the color wasn't uniform, so they didn't look good and were sold very cheaply, only two yuan per pound. This made it impossible for An Fusheng to refuse.
An Fusheng bought thirty jin in one go. Since it was his first order, the old man gave him a ten-yuan discount, charging him fifty yuan.
The yellow peaches weren't fully ripe yet; they were very crisp and perfect for making canned yellow peaches. So An Fusheng went to the grocery store next door and bought twenty glass jars.
There were too many things to carry, so Wen Xinglan was taken out of the stroller, which then became a delivery truck.
At first, An Fusheng carried Wen Xinglan in one arm and pushed the stroller with the other, but after a while he realized that he could not control the direction of the stroller with one hand.
"You can walk by yourself." Wen Xinglan was then put down.
What could Wen Xinglan say? He didn't know how to talk much, so he silently chose to walk.
The sidewalk tiles were rough and uneven in some places, making it difficult for Wen Xinglan to walk steadily and push the stroller. An Fusheng moved Wen Xinglan and the stroller onto the green-painted bike path below and walked along it.
After a rain, autumn arrived quickly. An Fusheng was wearing a coat today, and his phone was casually stuffed into the coat pocket, which gave the thief an opportunity.
Thinking of the thief, An Fusheng remembered the car owner who helped him and slapped his forehead, "I forgot to thank him!"
...
Neither Lou's mother nor Wen's mother will be home for lunch today. Only An Fusheng and Wen Xinglan will be home for lunch. They can simply cook some dumplings, and there are plenty of dumplings at home. The two of them leisurely walk home.
As soon as she got home, Wen Xinglan frantically searched for the baby bottle everywhere.
An Fusheng prepared milk for Wen Xinglan and had him sit on a small stool in the kitchen to drink it, while he cooked dumplings.
After lunch, An Fusheng started making canned yellow peaches.
Yellow peaches are one of the specialties of An Fusheng's hometown. An Fusheng had no shortage of snacks when he was a child, but canned yellow peaches still occupy a lot of his memories.
When the yellow peaches ripen in autumn, Grandma would always wash and cut them under the pear tree in the yard. Sometimes, other people in the village would bring their own yellow peaches to her house to make them with Grandma. The atmosphere was just like when several families made glutinous rice cakes and ground tofu together during the Spring Festival.
An Fusheng likes to eat canned yellow peaches, so his grandmother makes a lot and stores them so that he can eat them all year round.
After lunch, Wen Xinglan still refused to sleep. An Fusheng made him sit on a small stool and watch him wash yellow peaches. He obeyed and didn't touch the water when told not to.
Before long, a bright pink strawberry bear head began to slowly rest against An Fusheng's leg.
An Fusheng carried him to the stroller to sleep, as the room on the third floor was too far away, and it was not safe to leave him to sleep alone.
The stroller had been cleaned, and An Fusheng had even changed his blanket.
Wen Xinglan is small, so she fits comfortably in the stroller. Pulling up the lid of the stroller also blocks out the light, making it incredibly comfortable.
An Fusheng was extremely envious, "When I'm little, I want to sleep here too."
Wash, peel, pit, and cut the yellow peaches into chunks. Soak them in salt water to prevent oxidation. Then wash the glass jars you bought and scald them with boiling water. Put the yellow peaches into the jars, add cooled boiled water and rock sugar, and steam for about twelve to fifteen minutes.
My pot is too small to cook many bottles at once, so I have to cook them in several batches.
Wen Xinglan woke up midway through, and An Fusheng gave him a piece of cooked yellow peach to eat while he continued with his work.
An Fusheng finally finished cooking all the canned food after the children got out of school in the afternoon.
"Big brother, we're back! What's good to eat today?"
The children rushed straight to the kitchen as if they had radar installed.
Sitting on a small stool, munching on a yellow peach, Wen Xinglan only saw pairs of feet dancing past her.
"What are these?" An Shisi asked, pointing to the cans of food lying upside down on the counter. "Are they for eating?"
Seeing the bright yellow contents of the bottle, she was quite excited, exclaiming, "It looks like a milk dragon!"
An Fusheng placed the cleaned pot down. "That's right, it's milk dragon."
"Huh?" An Shisi's smile froze on his face.
"It really is milk dragon!" Fang Wangxi pointed to the canned food in the glass jar. "The exact same color!"
An Shisi: "Big brother, why is the milk dragon in the bottle?"
An Fusheng said in a serious tone: "Because I canned it."
"Canned food?" An Shisi looked at the large bowl An Fusheng was holding, which still contained chunks of food, none of which were whole milk dragons. "Then... is the milk dragon dead?"
An Fusheng handed the bowl in his hand to him, "Hmm, it's been chopped into pieces."
An Shisi's trembling eyelashes swept over the pieces of 'milk dragon' in the bowl, and finally she broke down...
"Waaaaaah!!!" An Shisi cried out, "The Milk Dragon is dead!"
Lou Lan heard crying outside the kitchen and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
"The dragon is dead! Waaaaah..."
An Shisi was heartbroken. He instinctively took a couple of steps, wanting to rub against his older brother's leg for comfort, but then, remembering that his brother had chopped up Nailong, he turned and walked towards the kitchen door, utterly devastated, "Aunt Lou, Nailong is dead, and it's all broken into pieces..."
"What's going on?" As soon as Lou Lan entered the kitchen, An Shisi grabbed her leg and rubbed against her, soaking a large patch of her trousers.
"It's my older brother, sob sob sob..."
An Fusheng had only meant to make a joke, but he hadn't expected to cause such a disaster. Seeing Lou Lan looking at him, he nervously twisted his hair and said, "I made canned yellow peaches, and Fourteen thought it was a milk dragon and chopped it up..."
Lou Lan finally understood what was going on and rolled her eyes at An Fusheng.
An Fusheng: "Hehe..."
An awkward yet polite smile.
"Okay, don't cry. It's not milk dragon, it's canned yellow peaches." Lou Lan patted An Shisi's back to comfort him. "Do you want some? Lou Mama will get you some."
"I don't want to eat it! It's milk dragon, boohoo~"
"Your older brother is lying to you. It's not a milk dragon. Don't believe me? Try eating a piece."
"It's really not milk dragon, it's canned yellow peaches. There are still whole peaches in the refrigerator, you can go and see if you don't believe me." An Fusheng brought over the canned yellow peaches ingratiatingly, forked a piece and held it to An Shisi's mouth, "Try it, it's delicious."
An Shisi looked at him resentfully, "I don't want to..."
Before he could finish speaking, a piece was stuffed into his mouth. An Shisi instinctively chewed it. Hmm? Sweet, delicious!
An Shisi chewed it up in a few bites, swallowed it, and looked at An Fusheng with a wronged expression, saying, "I want another piece."
An Fusheng, now too afraid to cause trouble, became overly obsequious and immediately forked another piece for An Shisi, saying, "As many as you want."
Lou Lan was amused and exasperated. She didn't know which of these mischievous children, big and small, to coax or scold. She took out a tissue from her pocket and wiped An Shisi's snot and tears. "Go eat."
The other children are still waiting eagerly on the sidelines.
An Fusheng had the children line up with bowls and then distributed canned food to them.
Fang Wangxi darted behind An Shisi, then unzipped his backpack, took out a stainless steel bowl and spoon, zipped up the backpack, and placed it at his feet.
"You have a bowl too?" An Fusheng asked in surprise.
“Yes, I secretly put it in my schoolbag from home,” Fang Wang said smugly.
An Fusheng then realized that he didn't seem to belong to his family: "You didn't sneak into my house, did you?"
"No, I ran here. I ran as soon as I left the kindergarten, and my grandma couldn't catch me."
An Fusheng scooped a spoonful of soup and canned food from his bowl and asked, "Won't you get beaten up if you go home like this?"
Fang Wangxi: "I'm not going home. I have a bowl of rice to eat. I want to be a child in your house. I've already told An Shisi, and he said it's okay."
An Shisi stamped his seal and said, "It's okay."
An Fusheng: Little friend, is it okay for An Shisi to say it's okay?
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