Chapter 1219 Come to pick up Xi Bao 8
Father Lu smiled. No wonder all his grandchildren liked him. He was indeed likable.
Zhao Xiaoyun lifted the cloth on the basket and took a look, then put it back immediately. He looked around and was relieved to see that there was no one around. "Grandpa Lu, you are too polite!"
"I brought it from my hometown. Xibao said you like it." said Father Lu.
"I'll bring this back to my grandfather. He loves peanuts the most." Zhao Xiaoyun was very happy. "Thank you, Grandpa Lu, for bringing this with all your hard work. I like it very much, really like it!"
"But brother, why didn't you invite us into the house to sit down?" Fubao raised his tender accusing voice.
Zhao Xiaoyun turned sideways and pointed at the lock on the gate. "Well, it's not me who is rude, it's this one. I went out to wander around after breakfast and practiced shooting. When I got home, I remembered that I forgot to bring my keys. I didn't even have lunch because I didn't have any money or tickets on me. It was already too late to go to the cafeteria."
Xi Bao said enthusiastically: "Come to my house. There is food at my house."
After hearing Zhao Xiaoyun say that he would be returning to the Southwest Military Region in a few days, Feng Qingxue remembered that Zhao Hanzhi liked to eat peanuts. She wondered if it was a tradition passed down in the Zhao family. She said, "We still have some at home. I'll pack you some more."
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She was on a diet during her breastfeeding period and didn't eat very salty food, so there was a lot of bacon left over.
"That's right, so stupid!" Fu Bao showed a look of disdain and stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go home and eat."
"When we were in the Capital Military Region, we didn't get much care from your grandfather. If I ask you to bring something, just bring it. Why are you being so long-winded?" Feng Qingxue said as she put a few more pounds of peanuts into the basket. "If you think it takes up too much space, you can just peel the shells and take only the peanuts back. We can fry or boil them, they're both great side dishes for drinking."
Zhao Xiaoyun ate happily, and Fubao joined in the fun and ate a few mouthfuls of fried rice.
Zhao Xiaoyun nodded heavily, “Thank you, Aunt Lu!”
When the Guancheng brothers were around, Zhao Xiaoyun often ate at Lu's house. When Feng Qingxue heard that he hadn't eaten, she hurriedly called Tian Ling, "Heat up the bacon left over from lunch. There's some steamed rice left. Beat an egg and stir-fry it with chopped green onions."
"No, no, this is enough, it's several kilograms!" Zhao Xiaoyun knew there were five or six kilograms of things in the basket as soon as he weighed it.
Zhao Xiaoyun thought about the relationship between her own family and Lu Jiang's family. Her father even owed her for saving her life, so she didn't care about one more meal. Zhao Xiaoyun was very open-minded and happily carried the basket and followed them.
"Let's go. It's not comfortable to go hungry for a meal." Father Lu also invited him.
When he came back in the evening, he saw a basket of things, six or seven pounds of peanuts, a piece of bacon and a dried chicken. Zhao Yong habitually said, "Take them all back and add them to the dishes for your grandparents. Tell your brother not to be naughty."
"We haven't taken advantage of Xibao's family in these years," Guo Xiuying sighed.
"We are not short of money, but we are short of oil and water. When you are free one day, buy some milk powder or something for the child and send it over."
"I know. Do I need to be told? Many children have been born in the family compound in the past two years, and milk powder is in short supply. After all, our army didn't have it before. Xiaoyun, go back and tell your grandparents to send some milk powder over if they can." The Lu family has triplets, and two of them drink milk powder. It's not a light burden.
"Don't worry, mom. What do you have to worry about when your son does things?" Zhao Xiaoyun patted his chest to make the promise.
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