The next morning, Fu Yucheng had just moved the small bamboo dining table into the yard when he saw Yun Tangyin holding up a small garment and smiling: "Look at the pattern on the cuffs, I embroidered a circle of bamboo branches, doesn't it look like the bamboo basket you wove?"
Fu Yucheng leaned closer to look, and suddenly shoved a hot roasted sweet potato into her hand: "I just roasted it in the stove, it's sweeter than steamed sweet potatoes."
He took a bite of the one in his hand and said, "I'll peel the skin off for you, so it won't burn your hand."
Yun Tangyin smiled as he held the sweet potato. The sweetness of the sweet potato mixed with the bamboo scent on his body wafted past his nose, and he suddenly felt that all the sweetness of his life had gathered in this courtyard.
Fu Yucheng stared at the bamboo pattern on the cuffs of the little garment and nodded repeatedly: "It's even more vibrant than the bamboo baskets I weave. Your stitches are even better than those made by a machine."
He suddenly stuffed a paper package into Yun Tangyin's pocket. "Here you go. It's a sugar-coated sesame seed cake I just bought from Zhang's in town. It's still warm."
Yun Tangyin laughed, clutching the oil paper package: "Why do you always buy me these? If I keep eating these, I'll really become a fat girl."
Even so, he couldn't resist opening it and taking a bite. The syrup dripped down his chin and was wiped away by Fu Yucheng with his thumb.
"It's good that you're chubby," he said, his fingertips still warm from the roasted sweet potato, making Yun Tangyin's ears turn red. "I love hugging you when you're all plump; it's more comfortable than hugging a bamboo pillow."
Song Yushuang came out carrying a bamboo winnowing basket to dry sesame seeds. Hearing this, she laughed and joked, "Do you two think I'm blind? Yinyin, come over and help me sift the sesame seeds. Stay away from him, or you'll get sick of the sweetness."
Yun Tangyin ran over with a blush on her face, and Fu Yucheng followed behind like a tail, squatting down beside her to hold the handle of the bamboo winnowing basket.
“I’ll shake it for you two,” he said, giving the sesame seeds in the winnowing basket a rustling sound, “it’s much faster than you two doing it by hand.”
Song Yushuang stuffed a handful of sesame seeds into Yun Tangyin's hand: "Try the newly harvested ones, they're more fragrant than last year's."
She suddenly patted Fu Yucheng on the back, "Stop clinging to Yinyin all the time, go and fix the bamboo fence in the yard. I saw one of the bamboo strips was loose yesterday."
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