Chapter 107 Soup Basin
"You, you're a Muggle! What do you want to do!"
Zhao Zhaodi was so frightened by John that she jumped onto the car seat with her feet. Her shrewish habits made her want to point her finger at John and curse him, but then she remembered the yellow-haired man's special hobby, and for once she was timid, she withdrew her hand and hid it behind her back.
Ye Lin glared at John and told him to sit inside.
"Get out of here. This isn't your home. Keep all your bad habits to yourself."
John didn't understand what he did wrong. Wasn't he welcoming Madam Ye?
Facing Ah Hui's gloating eyes, John sat in the car with a wronged look on his face, holding his small leather bag tightly, away from Madam Ye.
Seeing that the yellow-haired man had become obedient, Zhao Zhaodi crawled out from behind his brother, patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.
"What kind of person is this? I'm already an old woman in my fifties, why am I still being pursued by others? They blame me for being pretty. What a sin!"
"That's right, sister. When you were young, you were the most beautiful girl in the area. Even if you are fifty, it is not a problem for you to charm a young man."
"I'm old now. I'm not what I used to be."
Before Ye Lin could say anything, the brother and sister had already found an explanation for themselves.
Helping her sit back down, Ye Lin apologized to Zhao Zhaodi on John's behalf. "Aunt, John was so happy to see you. That was the hand-kissing custom from his hometown, a gesture of friendship. I didn't expect it to scare you."
Kiss the hand?
This was the first time Zhao Zhaodi had seen this kind of greeting etiquette, and she had learned another useless piece of knowledge.
"This foreigner is really amazing. He likes to hold people's hands and chew on them. What is he thinking?"
When the group returned to Xiahe Village, it was already evening.
"vomit!"
Zhao Zhaodi leaned half of her body out of the car window and spat out a few mouthfuls of water.
Along the way, she had vomited out all the braised pork in her stomach, and now she could barely vomit out some water.
"I'm so dizzy. I'm a slave girl. I've wasted this nice car."
Zhao Zhaodi's limbs were weak and her lips were pale. With the help of Ye Lin and Zhao Jinguo, she was able to barely get out of the car and stop.
Unfortunately, John didn't bring any motion sickness medicine, so Zhao Zhaodi could only hang on the window and vomit all the way back.
"Aunt, let's go home and rest for a while. You are lucky enough to ride in a sports car. You will definitely not feel dizzy when driving a sports car."
This also involves Zhao Zhaodi's knowledge blind spot
"What's a planer? A car that digs the land in Hong Kong?"
After being interrupted by Zhao Zhaodi, Ye Lin almost couldn't remember what the supercar in his garage looked like. The only thing left in his mind was the scene of the harvester cutting wheat.
"Aunt, it's not a plow, it's a car without a roof. It can only seat two people and it runs very fast."
Oh, Zhao Zhaodi understood and patted Ye Lin's arm excitedly.
"I get it. It's just a tractor without any cargo! When the tractor is just the front, there's only room for two people in the front. It's so fast, and it's open air, and I don't feel dizzy at all when I'm sitting there."
Ye Lin thought about the LaFerrari he drove last month.
Tractor and Lafa, they don't seem to be the same thing, right?
"What a sin! Dajun's wife, you are suffering a great punishment in the Revolutionary Committee! Come and help me!"
Aunt Miao was sharp-eyed and saw from a distance that Zhao Zhaodi was almost unrecognizable after being tortured by the Revolutionary Committee, so she hurriedly called for everyone to come and help.
Today, almost half of the people in Xiahe Village were chatting at the entrance of the alley of Old Ye's house.
Hearing Miao Shen's loud shouting, they gathered around to watch Zhao Zhaodi, who had escaped from the Revolutionary Committee.
Oh, that’s really miserable.
Look at how dirty his clothes are and how they smell. I'm afraid he's been locked up in the toilet.
In fact, it was the vegetable soup that rolled all over him after a fight with Director Jia.
Look at his face, he looks like he hasn't eaten for three days and he can't even stand. I'm afraid he only gets a bowl of cold water every day?
In fact, I ate a belly full of braised pork and vomited it all out.
In the end, the villagers unanimously concluded that Zhao Zhaodi had suffered a great punishment, and the shrew had been transformed into a little plague chicken.
"Sister-in-law Ye, please go back and rest."
"This is too arrogant! Jia is bullying us peasant brothers!"
"Brothers, let's go with the captain to see the leader tomorrow! We can't just let Cao Tianwei's matter go! Don't bully people like this!"
Zhao Zhaodi was locked up in there and didn't know about the Cao family's troubles. She thought everyone was simply feeling sorry for her and was so moved that she burst into tears.
She was detained there for about ten days. How come everyone became so friendly?
John found some clothes to wrap his hair tightly, making sure not a single yellow hair was visible, and then he got out of the car stealthily.
He knew a few words of Chinese. By the time he had packed up his things, the young master and his companions had already disappeared. Only a group of demonstrators were left outside.
John had no idea what they were protesting about, but following the strategy of joining if you can't beat them, he followed the example of the auntie outside, wrapped his head in a long windbreaker, and got out of the car, waving his fists.
"Mom! You're finally back. What happened to you? They beat you!"
After Ye Lin and the others left, Ye Li had been waiting at the gate. Seeing that her mother needed two people to support her even when walking, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Mom, I'll carry you back."
Ye Yang carried Zhao Zhaodi steadily on his back and carried her into the house.
Zhao Zhaodi rarely saw her children being so well behaved, so she wanted to enjoy herself for a while longer, so she just lay down and cried bitterly.
"Your mother is suffering so much, you don't know the Revolutionary Committee, your mother..."
Before she could finish, Zhao Jinguo on the other end started to sabotage his sister.
"You don't know how good the Revolutionary Committee is! We both want to stay here until the New Year! We don't have to do anything every day, just eat big steamed buns at the appointed time! After eating, we sleep, and after sleeping, we poop!"
Zhao Zhaodi's wailing suddenly stopped. She felt that she had enough strength again and could beat her brother for an hour.
Zhao Jinguo wanted to continue speaking, but when he looked up and saw his sister's murderous eyes, he stammered, "Well, it's not that good either, just so-so."
Today's dinner at the Ye family was very lively. Two large tables were filled with food. There were not enough tables, so Ye Sanxing went back home and moved the tables to the old house.
"Lin, these dumplings are all made with red meat, they must be delicious."
There is lean meat so soon?
Ye Lin took a bite and found the skin thin and the filling large, especially delicious.
"Grandma, your dumplings are so delicious. Is this the meat that Brother Shan sent back? Why can't I see him?"
Ye Lin had never met this cousin from his third uncle's family. His grandmother said that it was because the farm had weekly shifts and Ye Xiushan was on duty this week, so he had no time to come back.
Before Mrs. Ye could speak, Ye Xiulan, who had just returned from school, started to answer.
"I know! Brother Lin, today's meat is from Brother Yang. His wife is undergoing transformation at the farm, and he's been making eight trips there a day lately."
Jin Fenglian quickly covered her daughter's mouth and whispered angrily in her ear, "What are you talking about? If Xiaoling hears it, she'll have another attack!"
"I was wrong, Mom. I didn't think of that just now."
Ye Xiulan didn't think too much about it just now, but now she realized that she had said the wrong thing. She looked around guiltily, and when she saw that Ye Ling didn't come out to eat, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ye Lin also looked around the dining table. Ye Yang, who was there just now, was gone now. He really had to run eight times a day.
Zhao Zhaodi had already discovered that her son was missing.
He snorted in annoyance.
Push all the dishes on the table towards Ye Lin
"Lin, listen to your aunt and eat as much as you can. Don't worry about that wild mandarin duck, a bunch of cunning people."
As soon as the dumplings came out of the pot, her son, who had married a wife and forgotten his mother, first served a bowl of red meat dumplings to his ex-wife, hugged her and ran away. Did he still have his brother in his heart?
That Bai Wei is more important than his cousin whom he hasn't seen in eighteen years? What a bastard she gave birth to!
Ye Lin looked at the bowls piled up in front of him like a mountain, and gestured left and right with his chopsticks, but he really didn't know where to start.
Take a closer look at this bowl, and something seems wrong.
Ye Lin asked the chef tonight with some doubts
"Aunt San, this looks like a soup bowl, right?"
Jin Fenglian took advantage of the opportunity and stuffed some bacon into Ye Lin's soup bowl.
"Oh, how would I know what a basin is? Those bodyguards slammed a bunch of plates and bowls into the kitchen this afternoon. I looked around and only these looked like bowls. What are the others? They were gone in two bites. How can you call them bowls? They're more like chicken feed."
Familiar rhetoric,
It’s true that birds of a feather flock together. His third uncle and aunt all love big soup pots.
In the end, Ye Lin was unable to finish the contents of the soup bowl.
After cleaning up, there are no entertainment activities in the countryside, and the old couple Ye are old, so it's time to rest.
Everyone started looking for a place to sleep.
Ye Lin and Ah Hui slept together in the room that Old Lady Ye prepared for Ye Errong.
The mud house is not big, it looks to be about eight or nine square meters. There is a bed more than one meter wide on the west side and a table on the south side. The house is spotless and it can be seen that someone has been cleaning it.
"Master, lift your feet. I'll make a bed on the floor."
Ah Hui found a straw mat from the woodshed and planned to build a nest for himself.
"Why sleep on the floor? The bed is so big that you can't sleep there."
"I'm just afraid that the young master will dislike me, so I'll go to bed."
Ah Hui cunningly threw the straw mat back into the woodshed. He was just pretending to be pitiful because he didn't want to sleep on the floor.
The master and servant were about to go to bed to rest.
Golden Phoenix came back quietly and knocked on the door.
"Dongdong, are you ready to go to bed? I'm your third aunt."
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