"I'm a little excited." Cui's mother turned her head to the other side feeling a little guilty.
"Xiao Jiang, you've worked so hard. Grandma is fine. Thank you. These two bottles of malted milk are for you." Mother Yan happily pulled Jiang He and was about to give him the net bag in her hand.
Gao Youhui, who had been taking the two old ladies around without complaint since morning, was so jealous that he took out the corn next to him and ate it raw. He was so partial to the old ladies.
"Grandma, can I tell you something?" Jiang He looked at the old lady's expression of "I have a lot of things" and sighed. Were people so naive in the past? "Don't put these things in front of outsiders in the future. If we run into someone with some ulterior motives, you will be in danger."
"It's okay. Don't look at my age. When I was young, I was a female soldier." Cui's mother didn't think so.
"Old lady, have you ever been a member of the Women's Army?" Jiang He looked at Cui's mother curiously. She looked very energetic and didn't look like an old lady in her sixties at all.
He remembered that there was indeed a particularly famous female army in the past. The heroic deeds they created became recorded stories in books decades later. It was a pity that those great people died so tragically in the end, which made everyone unable to calm down for a long time.
However, after the incident of jumping into the river, various places responded and established women's corps. The glorious deeds of these people are also worth talking about.
But she didn't expect that the old lady in front of her was also from the Women's Army, which made Jiang He admire her even more. She looked at Yan's mother and said, "You too..."
"I'm not as powerful as her. I just hold a pen." Yan's mother said with a smile.
Although Yan's mother didn't say it was easy, Jiang He didn't believe it was really that simple. He was just very curious about what kind of people the grandchildren of these two people were. From their words and deeds, he knew that they were definitely from the military area.
"He must be an extraordinary writer, right?" Jiang He smiled, then looked around and was relieved that Lu Mingfeng was not there, so he asked Gao Youhui, "Where is Mingfeng?"
Gao Youhui looked up and said, "He should be in the kitchen, right? He said he would cook today. To be honest, I have never seen him cook before."
Jiang He then greeted the two old ladies and went to the kitchen of his home. Sure enough, he saw Lu Mingfeng standing in front of the stove with a cane, cutting vegetables, Xiao Liuzi was sitting in front of the bucket washing vegetables, and Xiao Qi was sitting on a small stool very obediently, watching them busy.
"Okay, you all should take a rest. You are old, weak, sick and disabled. I am really worried that you will not be able to stand steadily and fall into the pot." He took the knife from Lu Mingfeng's hand and was about to help him into the room when he was stopped by him. "You want me to stay in the room, but I really can't. How about I help you light the fire?"
"That's fine, if you're not afraid of the heat." Seeing that he insisted, Jiang He could only help him, "Xiao Liu, take your sister to the yard and chat with the two grandmas. It's too dangerous in the kitchen. Remember to ask Brother Gao to call a brother named Ji Shijie from the Youth Institute and ask him to come over for dinner."
"Oh!" Xiao Liuzi washed the vegetables in his hand before taking his sister's hand and running out.
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