Holding the gifts from her elders, Jiang Cha was so proud of herself. Compared with her elders, her things seemed like a joke.
After leaving the compound, we have to go to grandma's house. Lei Zi's grandma has become a shared grandma. Who doesn't love this lovely old lady?
As I passed the post office, I remembered that I had promised to buy stinky tofu for Uncle Jiang and Uncle Jiang. I wonder if the post office can deliver that stuff?
Go in and ask her one day. She has to respect Uncle Jiang well. Even if there is no durian now, she will definitely buy one no matter how much it costs.
"Ding ding ding, grandma, open the door."
I'm used to running and eating, it's so natural, just like going back to my grandma's house.
"I thought you weren't coming, but look at how quick you are! The meal is almost ready. Don't delay, wash your hands and eat!"
The whole yard was filled with delicious aromas. Grandma must have cooked so many delicious dishes. When I entered the house, I saw them serving dishes and rice diligently.
"Another one, luckily it's a bean bun, if there was another one, we wouldn't have enough food to eat today!"
"Doubao, why did you come so late? I thought you weren't coming."
"Hurry up, go to the kitchen and bring the braised pork over. It's out of the pot."
A festival is a celebration of joy and excitement. As the saying goes, brothers are like brothers in war, and everyone loves each other at the dinner table. As soon as grandma started eating, everyone rushed to grab the food, and ginger tea also joined the fray.
There was no way around it. The enemy was firing on all cylinders. If I was slow, I'd miss the food. I rolled up my sleeves and followed my eyes with my chopsticks. Grandma was there, smiling and giving instructions from the sidelines, but she was actually just stirring up trouble.
"Jiang Jiang, there are still nine pieces of braised pork left. Oh, Dapao, there's not enough meat on the spareribs. Hurry up and grab the piece next to Leizi. Guangjin, you're still eating chicken legs. How can you even start eating with just two of them?"
The old lady cheered them on, and everyone else followed suit. To please the old lady, they themselves also enjoyed the food with great relish. The food they grabbed was delicious, and they had to eat it all, no matter how many bites they had.
After washing and cleaning up, grandma gave everyone hawthorn slices. They were so full that they couldn't even walk, and they were all blowing on their bellies!
"Actually, this is nothing. Believe it or not, I can still have a bowl of rice."
Look at how capable you are, you think you are so great with just a bowl of rice? People who have a bucket of rice don’t say anything!
"Dude, you can have another plate of braised pork. Grandma makes it perfect. It's soft, slightly sweet, and bright red. I wish you could make it every day."
You just put down your chopsticks and you’re already thinking about the next meal. Buddy, does your family know that you are such a loser?
"If Guangjin hadn't snatched that chicken from me, I could have eaten three more. One chicken isn't enough for so many people! If only it had a few more legs, I could eat as many as I want!"
No, you don't want to eat it, at that point it's called junk food.
After bragging enough, Jiang Cha went to discuss some serious matters with them. If this was done well, the worries of several people would be solved.
"Brothers, let me tell you something!"
"What's the matter? Just tell me, I'll take care of it!"
"That's right, there are us too!"
"I know someone who can get me some pigs. See how you can use them. Don't just sit there waiting to be sent to the countryside!"
"Everyone counts, and we'll find a way out in the next two days. No matter where you hide, learn to touch one first. Those who want to join the army should just talk about it, and don't get involved in this."
Jiang Cha felt that she had plenty of pigs, and her friends were devoted to her. While concealing the space, it was still possible to provide material support to these people.
She can still tell who is truly good to her. Relationships are mutual, and a single person's devotion is called a saint.
"Sister, sister, we don't do anything illegal!"
"We don't need you to worry about us, but don't do anything dangerous, okay?"
"I agree to repair the Earth, but don't do anything against your will."
Look, these friends; these childhood friends; these good brothers are so nice!
"Don't worry! He raised them secretly, he didn't steal them. He has about five pigs, you can do whatever you want with them."
She's going all out this week, butchering pigs at night and working during the day. She sounds like a pervert! During the day, she's a sweet, well-behaved office worker, but at night, she's a ruthless butcher with a butcher knife.
Wow! That's quite exciting!
She and her friends agreed to spend a week on their own to build relationships. As for her, she transformed into a swordsman and killed decisively.
This week, my ginger tea has become numb and mechanical. I finally understand why Chaplin would screw with people's buttons on the street.
She now looks people up and down before she sees them, trying to figure out where she can strike the quickest! This is so fucking perverted!
We agreed to have a dinner together in her yard tonight and transport the pork away in the middle of the night.
In the afternoon, Jiang Cha went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought a porcelain bowl of Wantong's loose yellow bean paste for making fried noodles with soybean paste, and also bought a small jar of Wangzhihe's stinky tofu.
She was planning to mail this to Uncle Jiang, but she had been so busy this week that she forgot to ask the post office if they would send it. If not, she could just eat it at home; this thing would hold up well.
Holding a net bag of yellow bean paste in one hand and a net bag of stinky tofu in the other, I walked slowly towards the bus stop. I couldn't go too fast, for fear of bumping into anything.
I saw a fight breaking out over at the station. The two groups were fighting fiercely. Some were locking wheels with chains, some were using bricks, and how come some were even grabbing bicycles?
Jiang Cha thought this was quite funny, so he walked closer to take a closer look. Just these two glances made Jiang Cha rush over and hit the grandson on the head with the net bag in his hand.
There's nothing wrong with stabbing someone in the back during a fight. A group of people were fighting fiercely when they were stopped by a foul smell.
"Whose toilet exploded?"
"Fuck, who is this!"
Swish, everyone stared at the person in front of them who was smelly and had feces.
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