Chapter 912: Fellow Traveler 2

Although they didn't sleep well the previous night, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue still got up early the next morning to cook.

Feng Qingxue was thinking about the scraps that she had not had time to take away from the scrap collection station, and she also wanted to know whether the things in the secret compartment all belonged to the Guan family, so she kneaded the dough while talking to Lu Jiang.

She wanted to make scallion pancakes, so Lu Jiang went to her private plot and pulled a bunch of scallions, picked the roots, peeled them, washed them and chopped them into pieces.

Listening to her nagging voice, Lu Jiang not only did not feel bored, but found it very pleasant to the ears. Hearing her endless voice, kneading the dough a thousand times, he could not help but smile, "Keep it in check, keep it in check. If there is a chance, take it back. If there is no chance, don't worry about it. Isn't that what you said? At least we saved a part of it."

Feng Qingxue's response was to stick out her tongue and make faces at him.

This guy is really something. He can't even let her nag. Doesn't he know that nagging is part of women's nature?

There was only a little peanut oil left in the oil jar. Feng Qingxue looked around and took out a can of lard from the space. At this moment, she secretly thanked herself for having made lard when she had time in the past. She had a lot of it stored in the space and could use it at any time.

Xibao ran to the cowshed and saw Aunt Xu and Wen Yue cooking. He quickly gave them a big smile and said, "Grandma, grandma, don't be busy. Mom asked me to bring you some pancakes. They are delicious scallion pancakes. They are so delicious."

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He was so decisive and efficient, and his posture and salute were no different from those of a soldier in the army.

Feng Qingxue took a stack of ten scallion pancakes, wrapped them in gauze and put them in a small backpack, then hung the small backpack behind her son's shoulders.

Xi Bao nodded her head, "One for each person. Remember, one for each person. I'm going to have dinner with Grandpa! Grandpa!"

She mixed two kinds of flour, one white flour and one coarse flour.

"Xibao is so good, did mommy ask you to bring it here?"

"Son, I have a great mission for you!"

Children eat scallion pancakes made of white flour, and adults eat black flour, and they don’t look conspicuous when they are served to the elderly in the cowshed.

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and said, "Go to the cowshed and call grandpa back to eat, then distribute the oil cakes in the backpack to the other grandparents, one cake per person. Remember, one cake per person."

"Oh, you're crying? Why do I hear that you only thunder but don't rain?" Feng Qingxue was not fooled.

Just after the black dough cake was baked, Xi Bao put on her clothes and shoes by herself, rubbed her eyes and came over, "Dad! Mom! Where did you go? I couldn't find you, and I cried. I was so sad!"

Aunt Xu was stunned. She reached into the backpack and took out the scallion pancake wrapped in gauze. It was still hot and the aroma of lard was palpable.

Xi Bao immediately saluted, "Please let the leader speak!"

Xi Bao smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all. She looked at the pancakes in the basket, her eyes lit up, "Mom, scallion pancakes. Your big baby loves them!"

"Make sure to complete the mission!"

He rushed into the house shouting, carrying an empty small backpack.

Father Lu was knocked back a few steps by him, and he put his arm around him, with a smile on his face, "Okay, okay, grandpa will go to your house for dinner right away. Come on, say hello to the grandfathers in the house."

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"Hello, Grandpa!" Xibao did not forget to bow.

He was playing in the cowshed from yesterday afternoon to evening, calling the elderly people "grandpa" and "grandma". The elderly people have become very familiar with him. No one would dislike such a cute-looking and sweet-mouthed child.

(End of this chapter)