"Sister Yunying, thank you so much. I didn't even know something had happened at home. Your family's helper told me on the way here."
Duan Yingying's mother looked at Xiao Yunying with suspicion: "Don't you know? Yunying said she sent you a message."
No wonder she hadn't received a reply from her eldest daughter. She didn't dare keep asking, for fear of bothering Xiao Yunying.
Xiao Yunying placed the buns on corn husks and handed them to Zheng Yunwan to put into the large pot: "Hey, it took quite a while for the snow on the mountain road to melt, and I forgot about it after a while."
Whether you say it or not doesn't make much difference. Yingying can't conjure up a new house for her aunt. Just stay at my house comfortably. Do you think I'm neglecting you because you're not comfortable here?"
"That's not what I meant, it's just... it's almost Chinese New Year, and we're still at your house..."
Xiao Yunying casually stuffed meat filling into the bun wrapper: "So what? Auntie can stay at my house and celebrate the New Year together. It'll be more lively with more people. Come on, Yingying, go change into a light cotton coat and ask your sister Yunwan for an apron and sleeves to wear over and help me out."
Duan Yingying knew perfectly well that Sister Yunying had deliberately not sent her a message.
Just as she said, she knew that there was nothing she could do in the short term, let alone conjure up a new house that people could live in immediately.
She calmed herself down, changed her clothes with Zheng Yunwan, put on an apron, and followed Xiao Yunying to learn how to make steamed buns.
In the past, it was a problem for her family to have enough to eat. They ate potatoes or sweet potatoes for two meals a day. Steamed buns made from black flour were considered a delicacy. She had rarely seen anyone make steamed buns, so naturally she didn't know how.
Xiao Yunying then taught her little by little, occasionally making a few jokes, which really diverted her attention and relieved her worries.
Xiao Yunying has always lived a carefree life, without many so-called rules. Even with a large family, she doesn't care much and does whatever she feels comfortable with. Just like last year, she directly shared the food she made with everyone to taste.
There were so many different kinds of food that everyone ate their fill while tasting the food around the stove. When it was time to eat, everyone else was chatting around the long table, but only Madam Luo and Luo Sheng ate a proper meal.
Xiao Yunying picked up a small piece of crispy pork and ate it, counting the days in her mind: "Tomorrow is the 27th, Yingying is back, there's no one to wait for, let's start putting up Spring Festival couplets tomorrow."
When she went out today, she saw that some people had already put up red Spring Festival couplets, which added a lot of color to the plain white winter scenery.
She assigned the children the task of writing Spring Festival couplets and cutting out the character "福" (fortune) for their home.
Tell them to write it all down tomorrow morning, and then post it when it gets warmer around noon.
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