The main house consisted of three mud-brick and tiled rooms: one for Jiang He and his wife, one for the original owner, and one for Jiang Mingli. Although Jiang Mingli wasn't back, his room had been preserved and remained untouched. To the left and right were two mud-brick and thatched houses: one for the main room and one for the kitchen. Behind the main room was a vegetable garden about 60 square meters, where various vegetables were grown. Next to the garden was a bamboo-enclosed chicken coop, which housed three chickens: one male and two females. The garden and front yard were also fenced off with bamboo strips, making it both attractive and safe.
The bamboo door in the yard was pushed open. Jiang Shushu turned around and saw a petite woman with a haggard face pushing the door in. Jiang Shushu knew from his memory that this person was the original owner's mother, Xu Hehua.
"Shushu, get up. Are you still dizzy?" Xu Hehua asked with concern.
"Oh, I'm not dizzy anymore, I'm fine now." How could he be dizzy? This was just an excuse made by the original owner. It was the busy farming season, and although the original owner didn't go to the fields, he still had housework to do. In order to avoid doing housework, the original owner pretended to be sick early in the morning.
Jiang Shushu couldn't help but pull the original owner out and scold him again. What a bastard! The old couple were already tired enough from working in the fields, and now they were asked to do housework. He wanted to tire them to death!
"Then you take a rest. Mom will make lunch." As Xu Hehua finished speaking, the bell for the end of work rang.
Jiang Shushu glanced at Xu Hehua. It was August, and in the south, the weather was very hot. Xu Hehua had just returned from the fields, sweating profusely. Her clothes, pants, and shoes were all covered in mud, and her back was a little hunched when she walked. How could he have the nerve to ask Xu Hehua to cook again when she was in such a state?
"Mom, I'm ready now. Go wash your face and take a rest. I'll make lunch." After sending her off, Jiang Shushu plunged into the vegetable garden.
When Xu Hehua saw her daughter suddenly become sensible, she was so happy that tears welled up in her eyes. Then she went to wash her face with a smile.
It was soybean harvest time recently, and the fields were relatively close. Jiang He could get home for dinner in 15 minutes at the latest, so he had to be fast.
Jiang Shushu went to the vegetable garden and picked a basin of greens and five chili peppers. After washing them, he cleaned the pot and started to light the fire. Jiang Shushu poured a ladle of water into the pot, waited for the water to boil, and cut a small section of winter melon that had been in the kitchen. Once the water boiled, Jiang Shushu poured the greens into the water, stirred it for 20 seconds, and then fished them out. He then added a little salt and the five chili peppers to the vegetables, added two drops of oil, and poured a little more boiling water on top. The pot of greens was ready.
Jiang Shushu poured out the water in the pot, added three more bowls of water, threw the winter melon into the water to boil, then Jiang Shushu opened the cupboard and took out the last two eggs.
When Jiang Shushu looked at the empty egg basket, he immediately thought of the 12 eggs that the original owner had sent to the educated youth in the past few days. Jiang Shushu thought that he only had ten eggs a month, and he felt very distressed.
The original owner, this spendthrift woman, didn't even look at her own conditions. The family only had 14 eggs (one old hen that stopped laying seven days ago, and one new hen that hasn't started laying yet). Wow, she actually fed 12 eggs to other people's mouths. If I had been a day later, I guess the remaining two would have been lost.
One minute after the water boiled, Jiang Shushu threw two slices of ginger into the winter melon soup, sprinkled a little salt, added a little oil, then beat two eggs into the soup and stirred it. The winter melon and egg soup was ready.
Jiang Shushu evenly poured the egg soup into three bowls, then put the sweet potatoes cooked in the morning into the bowls and brought them all to the main room to make lunch. The whole process took only six or seven minutes.
As soon as Jiang Shushu brought the food to the dining table, Jiang He pushed open the gate of the yard and walked in. Seeing Jiang Shushu busy, he looked at her twice in confusion.
Jiang He recently discovered that his daughter had grown up in a bad way. No matter what he said, she wouldn't listen. This morning, she even pretended to be sick. He had planned to come back and have a good talk with her during dinner, but he didn't expect to see his daughter working on her own initiative again.
When Jiang He was looking at Jiang Shushu, Jiang Shushu was also looking at Jiang He. He was a man about 1.75 meters tall, dark and thin. The more Jiang Shushu looked at Jiang He, the more familiar he seemed to him, but he could not remember who he was.
"Dad, I'm back. The meal is ready. Just wash your hands and you can eat."
"Okay." Seeing Jiang Shushu suddenly become so well-behaved and sensible, Jiang He swallowed back the words of persuasion he had thought of along the way.
My daughter is so sensible now. If I scold her now, it would be counterproductive. I'd better wait and see.
Jiang Shushu sat at the dining table. The more he thought about it, the more familiar Jiang He looked, but he just couldn't remember where he was.
Because Jiang Shushu was sensible, the family of three ate lunch happily. Jiang Shushu watched Jiang He eating the sweet potatoes. Jiang He first peeled the sweet potatoes, put them together, and then ate the sweet potato skin in one bite, and then slowly ate the sweet potato flesh.
Jiang Shushu looked at this action and felt it looked more and more familiar. Suddenly, the valve in his memory was opened, and Jiang Shushu was brought back to the details of his life with a little old man more than ten years ago in his previous life.
Why did Jiang He seem more and more familiar? It turned out that Jiang He bore a striking resemblance to his grandfather, who died young in a previous life. He'd only been 12 when he died, and he hadn't left behind a single photo. Ten years had passed, and he'd almost forgotten what he looked like, only vaguely remembering it. But he had a signature move, one I'd always remembered. He'd eaten sweet potatoes the same way Jiang He had: the skin first, then the flesh. He'd never mix the two, so it was only now that I remembered it.
In my previous life, my biological parents had a flash marriage. It took less than three months from the time they met to the time they got married. When I was less than two years old, their relationship broke down. They divorced when I was three years old and went their separate ways.
I had been with that biological father for less than half a year before he impatiently threw me to his old father's house, then disappeared without a trace, without leaving even a penny for child support.
So I was raised by my grandfather who worked in the fields with great difficulty. When I was 12 years old, my grandfather talked to me and chatted with me the night before, but he fell into a long sleep the next day without any sign.
Only after my grandfather was buried with the help of the whole village did my biological father return to the village. He had already started a family outside and was unwilling to take me with him as a burden, but since I was a minor, he couldn't just ignore me, for fear that the village cadres would sue him.
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