She also bought some miscellaneous food and New Year's goods. Zeng Wenjuan also bought a burlap bag and packed all the things in it.
He paid the money and carried the statue. Walking home together, Zhao Jianguo saw that there were too many things and didn't want Zeng Wenjuan to be so tired, so he stood up from the wheelchair, leaned on the crutches and said to Zeng Wenjuan: "Put the things on the wheelchair, I will exercise by the way, and I can walk back."
Zeng Wenjuan looked at Zhao Jianguo's legs and said nothing. She put the sack on the wheelchair and walked forward with the statue in her hand. Fortunately, the post office was not far from the supply and marketing cooperative.
"Comrade, I want to send this express to Shuitou Town, xxx. How much does it cost?" Zeng Wenjuan took the sack off the wheelchair and asked the comrade from the post office inside.
"It's almost the New Year. I'm afraid this is the last time we'll let you send something. The next time you want to send something, you'll have to wait until next year. We'll all be on holiday the day after tomorrow. So the price of sending something now will be a few cents higher than before. If you're willing, we'll send it to you." The comrade from the post office said to Zeng Wenjuan.
"Oh, it's just a few cents more. It's okay, it's okay. Just help me send it." Zeng Wenjuan heard that the post office would be closed in two days, and she was glad that she came early.
After sending the stuff, Goudan was a little out of breath when he walked. Zeng Wenjuan said to him: "Goudan, sit on the wheelchair and let your mother push you, otherwise you walk too slowly."
When Goudan heard the good voice, he immediately sat in the wheelchair happily. Zeng Wenjuan was pushing Goudan beside him, and Zhao Jianguo followed beside him with a cane.
After returning home, it was almost time for lunch, and Zeng Wenjuan didn't have much to eat at home. She said to Zhao Jianguo: "How about we have noodles for lunch? I just bought some dried mushrooms. Once they are soaked, they can be used to make mushroom sauce."
"Okay, let's eat noodles. I'll roll and knead the noodles. You make the sauce." Zhao Jianguo's main point is the teamwork of men and women, so the work is not tiring.
"I'll help mom and dad get things and be your little helper." Goudan also went into the kitchen and said to Zeng Wenjuan and Zhao Jianguo.
The couple looked at Goudan's silly smile and laughed out loud. Happiness suddenly became concrete in an instant.
With the cooperation of the family of three, the noodles were ready in less than an hour. In order to make the noodles more delicious, Zeng Wenjuan also mixed some garlic sprouts.
Leave the garlic white and green on the garlic sprouts, but not the garlic leaves. Wash the garlic whiskers and chop them with a kitchen knife. Then put them in a bowl and add chili powder, salt, and soy sauce. I have already put half of it aside. You can eat it after it is marinated.
"Take a couple of bites of this when you eat noodles. The garlic sprouts mixed in it taste really delicious. You can try it. It's this garlic sprouts. When we were young, we could have three big bowls of rice with it." Zeng Wenjuan took a bite of the mixed garlic sprouts and said to Zhao Jianguo.
When Zhao Jianguo was reminded by Zeng Wenjuan, he also remembered what happened in the past. At that time, the autumn harvest was just over, and he picked up a lot of wheat ears in the field and moved to the back mountain. When he wanted to improve his food, he took Zeng Wenjuan up the mountain with him.
But that day was really unlucky and we didn't catch any prey. We could only pick some wild garlic from the roadside. Unexpectedly, Zeng Wenjuan found it tasted better than usual when she ate meat.
"It's been so long, and you still remember. When my leg injury heals, let's go up the mountain together. I'll shoot a pheasant for you, and we'll roast it. I saw a wild beehive on the mountain before. Didn't I send a few jars of honey to your home before? I got it myself. I left half of it there, and it will be ready for harvest in the spring of next year, when my leg will be almost healed. I'll get the honey and make tea with it for you to drink every day." Zhao Jianguo said whatever he thought of.
After hearing what Zhao Jianguo said, Zeng Wenjuan also remembered the jars of honey, but she didn't even touch the bottles before Dabao and Zhou Li drank them. She felt a little guilty, wishing she could wake up earlier.
Zhao Jianguo knew from Zeng Wenjuan's expression that the mother and son did not get to drink, but he did not expose it.
"Is honey as sweet as White Rabbit milk candy? Can Goudan drink it?" Goudan asked curiously while playing with the noodles and stuffing them into his mouth.
Zhao Jianguo didn't notice Goudan at first, but when he said that, he looked over and saw Goudan picking up the noodles with his hands. Zhao Jianguo immediately scolded him sternly: "What are you doing? Can't you use chopsticks? Why are you using your hands? It's so dirty."
"If you have something to say, just say it nicely. Why be so mean to the child? The child is still young and wants to play. You can't be so mean to him." When Zeng Wenjuan heard Zhao Jianguo being mean to her child, she immediately stood up and said unhappily.
"I can eat well normally, why not today?" Zhao Jianguo said angrily.
The dog's mouth flattened, knowing that he had done something wrong. He immediately changed into a wronged expression and apologized quickly: "I know I was wrong, and I won't dare to do it again in the future, but as long as these chopsticks don't lift the noodles, it's more convenient to use your hands."
"You can't pick up the noodles, right? Do you want your mother to feed you? Or do you want to learn it yourself? But you can't pick them up with your hands anymore. That's a bad habit. There are a lot of bacteria on your hands when you wash them." Zeng Wenjuan said gently.
"I can learn it by myself. Mom and Dad, don't be angry. Just eat." Goudan gave a silly smile, trying to get away with it.
Zeng Wenjuan also patted Zhao Jianguo on the shoulder, signaling him to stop talking. Otherwise, she would be rude. She had worked so hard to raise this child. Now he didn't even call her over, but just scolded her. Was he scolding her for not teaching him well, or was he scolding the child?
Zhao Jianguo did not speak, and his expression became better. Perhaps he had thought of this, and he pushed his wheelchair closer to Goudan.
"Come here, Dad, let me teach you how to hold chopsticks. You should learn to use chopsticks slowly by yourself. Boys should be self-reliant."
Goudan nodded obediently: "Dad, I understand."
Zhao Jianguo had a gentle face and taught Goudan little by little how to hold the chopsticks better and more comfortably so that he could eat faster.
"Have you learned it? If you have, just eat it by yourself." Zhao Jianguo stuffed the chopsticks back into Goudan's hand without waiting for Goudan to answer.
Fortunately, Goudan was a good learner and soon learned it. He picked up a piece of noodles with chopsticks and said to Zhao Jianguo proudly: "Dad, look, I picked up the noodles."
"That's great, Dad gives you a thumbs up. Keep up the good work!" Zhao Jianguo gave Goudan a thumbs up and praised him.
Goudan took a mouthful of noodles and gave Goudan a toothy smile.
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