Wen Sihe was not so kind as to make buns for them.
She shouted loudly outside, "Grandma, come in and help. It's getting dark. If we work with my aunt, it will be faster."
Chu Hongying clenched her hands slightly, and seeing her old man's signal, she could only stand up and walk into the house.
Wen Sihe turned around and poured out a bowl of fermented noodles. Lu Zhiye originally wanted to help, but was pushed away by her.
"Go talk to grandpa, we'll be in the room."
Hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly prepared to follow him out. Wen Sihe smiled and said, "Uncle, Auntie needs to make dumplings, and there's no one to light the fire. You have to stay here."
Meng Xiuyuan watched the three women's eyes all fall on him, and his legs, which had just stood up, could no longer move.
I could only sit there quietly and add firewood to the stove.
Wen Sihe is very deft with her hands, and plump, white and wrinkled buns quickly take shape in her hands.
This shocked Cheng Lianxin, because she had been helping her family with cooking and washing clothes since she was a child.
Making dumplings and buns is even easier.
But after seeing the buns in Wen Sihe's hand, she honestly felt ashamed of herself!
By the time the three people had finished wrapping all the buns and dumplings, the afterglow of the setting sun cast its light over the small courtyard.
Lu Zhiye was chopping wood there, chatting with Meng Youdao.
Soon a hint of surprise flashed across Meng Youdao's face. He sat up straight secretly, and even his tone when speaking to Lu Zhiye became more serious.
In the kitchen, Wen Sihe opened the lid of the big pot and put all the steamed sweet potatoes into the bamboo steamed bun basket.
Meng Xiuyuan, who was sitting there casually making a fire, was looking at the orange-yellow sweet potatoes and swallowing his saliva.
While Wen Sihe turned around to get the buns, he quickly took out a piece of sweet potato.
The sweet potatoes were just out of the pot, steaming hot, and Meng Xiuyuan tossed them back and forth with his hands so hot that he burned them.
Finally, place the burned hand on the earlobe and apply some compress.
Wen Sihe saw it but didn’t say much. Just eat, it’s better to eat until you are full. She can even save a few meat buns!
Put the buns on the grate, filling it up completely, and leave three spaces on the grate.
Each of them placed a bowl on it, forming a triangle shape, and Wen Sihe took a comb and placed it on top.
Just like that, two large scoops of plump white buns were placed in the pot.
Cheng Lianxin stood up awkwardly: "He He, let's go out first."
She looked cautious, no longer as arrogant as before.
Wen Sihe was very surprised by her aunt's change. She didn't understand why her aunt became so afraid of her? Could it be that she was educated by her grandmother?
After steaming the buns, Wen Sihe added half a pot of water into the pot.
Looking at Meng Xiuyuan who was eating sweet potatoes with a fragrant smell, he said: "Uncle, add some fuel to the fire!"
Meng Xiuyuan sighed several times and stuffed another handful of sweet potatoes into his mouth.
He rolled his eyes and stretched his neck. He clenched his fists and pounded his chest hard.
Wen Sihe looked at the white-fleshed sweet potato that he had taken out of his hand at some point, and her mouth twitched.
They usually cook these white-fleshed sweet potatoes into porridge or roast them, and they can even swallow them.
Wen Sihe really admires her uncle for being able to swallow this steamed food!
After all the buns and dumplings were served on the table, Lu Zhiye looked at the sky which was already darkening.
I took out a small basket from the kitchen and put some buns and dumplings in it.
Meng Youdao was a little confused, and then asked: "What are you doing......?"
Wen Sihe, who was standing aside, did not hide anything and said directly: "It's the autumn harvest recently, and everyone is very tired. My mother used to be an old friend of a teacher in the cowshed.
Please ask me to take care of them. I have done a lot today, so I will send some to them!"
Meng Youdao slammed the table suddenly, startling everyone. Cheng Lianxin quickly winked at her husband.
The two of them tiptoed back to their sleeping room!
"Nonsense, it's just nonsense! Who are those people in the bullpen? How could they be infected?
Putting aside other things, just look at this kid’s identity. Once people find out that he is involved with the people in the bullpen!
Do you know what the consequences are? Your mother is confused, and you are also stupid?"
Meng Youdao slammed the table so hard that it made a loud bang. Even the beard at the corners of his mouth curled up in anger.
Wen Sihe ignored him and asked Lu Zhiye to put things into the basket.
Chu Hongying also stood up: "He He, even though your grandpa's words are unpleasant to the ears, they are all for the good of both of you."
Wen Sihe looked at Chu Hongying steadily, his pair of black eyes looking particularly bright in the gradually darkening night.
"Grandma, my mother and father were also sent down to the countryside. Do you think they really committed some unforgivable crime?
How many people are innocent? You know better than I do.
I really hope someone can help my parents like I helped Professor Zhong..."
Wen Sihe's eyes gradually turned red, and her words completely calmed down the angry Meng Youdao.
His usually straight back gradually became hunched as he recalled what the boy had said to him in the afternoon.
If Lu Zhiye hadn't met Wen Sihe's parents by chance and given them some gifts.
His poor girl might not survive that thing.
Of course Lu Zhiye exaggerated what he said, otherwise how could this old man feel guilty?
"Never mind, never mind, go ahead and pay attention to the people."
Lu Zhiye nodded in agreement, then walked out with the bamboo basket.
Wen Sihe wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and brought out a bowl of chili vinegar from the kitchen.
He greeted, "You guys eat first!"
Meng Youdao waved his hand: "Wait for that kid to come back."
The two people in the room were also talking. Cheng Lianxin sat on the bed with her ears perked up: "Have they finished talking? Can we eat now?"
Meng Xiuyuan, lying on the bed, kept farting. His face was red and he covered his lower body with a quilt.
This is such an embarrassing scene that I really don’t want anyone to hear.
Cheng Lianxin looked at herself and asked for a long time, but no one answered. She turned her head and pushed Meng Xiuyuan: "What are you doing? I'm asking you a question?
You haven't even gone to bed yet, what kind of blanket are you covering yourself with?"
As Cheng Lianxin spoke, she reached out and pulled aside Meng Xiuyuan's quilt.
At this moment, Meng Xiuyuan's face flushed with "bang bang"
Farted twice.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the whole room became tense.
There was a flash of surprise in Cheng Lianxin's eyes. Looking at Meng Xiuyuan who was very upset, she suddenly realized why he covered himself with the quilt.
She quickly smiled and pulled Meng Xiuyuan, without any disgust on her face: "Oh, isn't it just that you ate too many sweet potatoes? We are an old married couple, how can I dislike you?"
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