An An came back from school before the dumplings were finished. He smelled the smell, came to the kitchen door, stretched his neck and asked.

"Aunt, what are we cooking today?"

“Pan-fried buns.”

Yang Niannian kept making buns with her hands, "Put your schoolbag in the room first, then go call Pingping and the others, and have dinner at our house tonight."

An An had never eaten pan-fried dumplings before, but just by smelling the aroma, he was already craving for them.

He trotted back to the main room, hung his schoolbag on the wall, said hello to Lu Shishen and Zhou Bingxing, and trotted to call people.

When the children heard that they were going to have dinner at Yang Niannian's house, they ran all the way over.

Zhou Qiqi stopped at the kitchen door, leaned against the door frame and asked, "Mom, are we really having dinner at Aunt Yang's house tonight?"

Several other children also blocked the door, stretching their necks and squeezing their heads inside.

Pingping was only three years old and the shortest. He couldn't see anything, so he stood on tiptoe and asked curiously, "Aunt Yang, what do pan-fried dumplings look like? They smell so good."

"Go play somewhere else. We haven't eaten yet. Don't crowd at the door, you're blocking the wind." Wang Fengjiao said.

Zhou Haiyang smiled foolishly with his gap teeth, "Hey, Mom, let me find a fan to fan you and Aunt Yang, okay?"

Knowing that the children were hungry, Yang Niannian filled a plate with fried dumplings and handed it to them, "Take it out and eat it."

Zhou Haiyang's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Thank you, Auntie."

He left the kitchen door with the pan-fried dumplings in his hand, and several children surrounded him and asked for some.

Zhou Haiyang didn't eat alone, he shared the food with everyone.

“Delicious, so fragrant…”

The children had never eaten such delicious buns before. Their eyes lit up and they wished they could bite off their tongues. They finished a pan-fried bun in just two bites.

Zhou Bingxing had already smelled the fragrance, and his stomach had been rumbling non-stop.

At this moment, seeing a few children wolfing down their food in the yard, he also started to feel greedy.

"Ocean, what are you eating in the yard? Bring it here so I can see."

Zhou Haiyang ran into the main room with a plate in his hand, "Dad, Uncle Lu, these are the pan-fried dumplings made by Aunt Yang."

Zhou Bingxing glared at him, "You forgot about me when you had food. I've been away for half a month, and you didn't even miss me. You only cared about eating."

Among the children, Zhou Haiyang was the toughest, received the most beatings, and had the most extroverted personality.

His eyes were lively, and he immediately saw that his father wanted to eat, so he took the initiative to pass the plate to him, "Dad, you and Uncle Lu should try it too, it's delicious."

Zhou Pingping licked the grease on his fingers and nodded, saying, "The noodles that Auntie made at noon were also delicious."

Zhou Bingxing was indeed hungry, so he reached out and picked up a fried bun and put it in his mouth. The bun was not very big, so he finished it in one bite.

A strong fragrance filled his mouth. His eyes lit up. He reached out and took another one and put it in his mouth, not forgetting to speak.

"Captain, you should try it too. It's delicious. I've never eaten such delicious buns before."

Lu Shishen had already eaten noodles in the afternoon and was not hungry now.

He is not a glutton and rarely eats to satisfy his appetite unless he is hungry.

I didn't know what was going on at this time, but I took the last bun for some unknown reason.

It is very small, like a steamed bun, and you can bite one in one bite. The bottom is fried yellow by Yang Niannian and looks very appetizing.

Seeing that he was holding the buns but not eating them, Zhou Bingxing asked expectantly, "Captain, do you not like them?"

Several children also swallowed and stared at the buns in Lu Shishen's hand.

“…”

Lu Shishen said to An An, "Let auntie serve you another plate."

With his words, several children laughed shrilly and ran to the kitchen.

The children left and no one was watching him, so Lu Shishen ate the buns calmly.

The ingredients are simple but the aroma is very rich. It is indeed much more delicious than the buns in the cafeteria.

Watching Lu Shishen eating fried buns, Zhou Bingxing envied him, "Niannianbao's buns are really delicious, but they are a little small and can be eaten in one bite." He wanted more.

Lu Shishen, "Your wife should have learned it."

What this means is, if you want to eat big food, go home and ask your wife to cook it, and don't be picky here.

Zhou Bingxing was a careless person and usually couldn't understand other people's roundabout words, but now he understood what they meant.

"Captain, you've become petty since you got married."

He saw the children bringing another plate of fried buns from the kitchen and quickly called out, "Bring it here and let's eat together."

Wang Fengjiao happened to come out of the kitchen carrying fried buns. She gave him a glare of reproach, "You are so old, yet you still fight with children for food."

Zhou Bingxing's face turned red when his wife said that. "I'm hungry, right?"

"Just sit there like an elder. Go and help Nian Nian bring the dishes and chopsticks." Wang Fengjiao said.

"Don't even give me some face in front of the captain." Zhou Bingxing muttered to himself, but he stood up obediently and went to the kitchen.

In this day and age, being able to eat egg fried buns and drink rice porridge is already considered a very good life.

Both adults and children had great appetites and praised Yang Niannian's cooking skills while eating, especially Zhou Bingxing, who ate the most.

Until he left, he was still praising Yang Niannian.

After returning home, Zhou Bingxing took the children to take a bath in the creek outside. When he came back, he drove Pingping to his brothers' room. He wanted to sleep with his wife in his arms, but was driven off the bed by Wang Fengjiao.

"Your straw mat is only a little bit short of being finished. Finish it first and then go to sleep."

"It's so late today, so let's not weave it?" Zhou Bingxing was halfway through his work and felt uncomfortable for the whole afternoon. He had no intention of weaving straw mats at all.

Wang Fengjiao poked him on the forehead and said, "You know you should hug your wife to sleep, but Captain Lu doesn't want to hug her? They are a newlywed couple and have been separated for half a month. If you don't send the straw mat over, how can the three of them sleep on the same bed?"

He hadn't thought about it so much at first, but when his wife reminded him, Zhou Bingxing came to his senses and slapped his forehead, "Look at me, I'm confused."

Zhou Bingxing worked hard in the main room with his butt sticking out for half an hour before he finally finished weaving the straw mat.

Worried that his wife might fall asleep, he pushed open the door and reminded her, "I'm going to deliver a straw mat to the regiment commander. Don't go to sleep yet. I'll be back soon."

Wang Fengjiao was so angry that she laughed, "You only think about this trivial thing all day long."

Zhou Bingxing was about to leave, but he stopped and said, "Who doesn't like to sleep on the kang with his wife in his arms?"

Wang Fengjiao urged, "Go quickly."

Still worried, he reminded, "Nian Nian is young and shy, so when you get there, give the mat to Captain Lu and don't say anything else."

Zhou Bingxing agreed, but as soon as he arrived at the place, he forgot what his wife said.

"Captain, the straw mats are ready. You can send An'an to sleep separately at night. Pingping is three years old and wakes up at the slightest noise. An'an is six years old, so he can't sleep with you. Otherwise, if there is any noise at night, he will spread rumors in the family compound..."

Not only did he talk nonsense, but he also spoke loudly, so Yang Niannian could hear it in the inner room.

Lu Shishen felt something was wrong as he spoke, so he took the straw mat and ordered him to leave, "Go back and go to bed early."

Zhou Bingxing then remembered what his wife had told him, and went back dejectedly, rubbing his nose.

Hearing that there was no sound outside, Yang Niannian opened the door and came out.

"The straw mat has just been woven. It has not been aired out yet so people can't sleep on it. We'll make do with it tonight and wash it tomorrow before giving it to An An."

They were not familiar with each other to begin with, and Lu Shishen had been away for half a month, so things between them were still a little strange.

She wasn't ready to go any further.