Chapter 180: Xiaoxiang has become thinner and thinner these days [Update 1]

Zhou Dongmeng lay there for a while.

It was not until the sky outside turned pale and the light shone through the gaps at the edges of the curtains into the room that he carefully pulled his arm free and stood up.

He got off the bed, tucked the quilt around Chen Xiang, and left the room carrying his clothes and pants.

Zhou Dong ran to the kitchen to change his clothes, for fear of waking up his wife.

After a quick wash, he started to make breakfast.

Scoop out two large bowls of flour from the flour bag, half of which is corn flour and the other half is white flour. Mix them well and put them aside.

Next, start preparing the bun filling.

Wash and grate the radish, then chop it into small pieces. Rinse the vermicelli in hot water and chop it into small pieces. Mix the two ingredients into the filling and set aside.

After making one kind, he went on to make the filling for the sauerkraut stuffing and put some fried dough sticks in it.

Even before it’s steamed, it smells so good.

When he was halfway through his work, Zhou's mother pushed open the door from the east room and saw that the kitchen was already filled with thick white steam. She asked softly, "Why are you up so early?"

Zhou Dongmeng wrapped a bun and placed it on the panel: "I got up because I couldn't sleep."

"It's a good time to make some buns for you and my dad to heat up during the day, so you don't have to make lunch at noon."

He paused, pointed to the stove, and said, "The first pot will be ready soon."

Mother Zhou poured some hot water and washed her hands and face.

After washing up, the buns were just cooked, so she quickly took out a basin to put the buns in.

Zhou's mother blew away the mist in front of her and asked, "You and Xiaoxiang won't be back this afternoon?"

"Um."

"How about Mommy help you this afternoon?"

"No, Mom, just go home and pick up some vegetables. I'll build the small kitchen later. Then there will be more things to do at home, and you won't be idle."

When Zhou's mother heard her son say this, she smiled and said, "Life is only good when you are busy."

"Before, your father and I were the only ones at home. No matter how busy we were, the house always felt empty. Now that you and Xiaoxiang are at home, the house is lively."

Speaking of Chen Xiang, Zhou Dongmeng pursed his lips slightly, with a hint of smile between his brows.

He turned around and handed the freshly wrapped buns to Zhou's mother.

Zhou's mother took it and placed it in a circle in the iron pot: "Put more oil spindles in the remaining buns and save them for Xiaoxiang."

She frowned and muttered, "Why do I see Xiaoxiang getting thinner and thinner these days?"

The smile on Zhou Dongmeng's face deepened.

I didn't say anything, but just did as my mother said. I took some more oil sticks and put them in the remaining stuffing, adjusted the taste again, and wrapped a dozen more.

…

When Chen Xiang woke up from a long nap, it was already bright outside.

She turned her head and looked around.

Empty.

Zhou Dongmeng is no longer around...