Sun Zhuangzhuang stuffed all the black grapes in his hand into his mouth and wiped his dirty hands on Sun Licai.
Looking up, he asked, "Dad, my uncle-in-law doesn't pay attention to me. Should I still call him in the future?"
"Of course I have to shout. Our two families are relatives. You have to be polite."
Sun Licai remembered Han Zhenyu's warning and said to his son, "But you can't call him uncle anymore. From now on, call him uncle when you see him. When you see Haohao and Xuanxuan, call them brothers."
Sun Zhuangzhuang nodded, reached into his father's pocket, took out a candy and put it in his mouth.
Old Lady Sun came over with a bunch of wild vegetables, hugged her grandson and kissed him, "My dear grandson, are the black grapes delicious?"
"It's delicious." Sun Zhuangzhuang hugged her neck and acted coquettishly, "Grandma, I'm hungry and want to eat meat."
Old Lady Sun narrowed her triangular eyes and said with a smile, "My dear grandson, there is no meat at home. Grandma will steam eggs for you to eat in the evening, okay?"
Sun Zhuangzhuang was a little unhappy as he hadn't eaten meat for several days, but thinking that eggs would be nice too, he pouted and nodded.
Sun Licai picked up his son, looked at Han Zhenyu's receding back, and sighed in his heart.
It's really a case of losing the rice while trying to steal the chicken. I wanted to have a good relationship with someone, but I ended up making things worse and offending that person.
The reason why Sun Licai asked his son to call Han Zhenyu uncle was because he wanted to make some matchboxes.
He heard that all the matchbox-making companies in the village were connected by Han Zhenyu.
Wang Shulian is a woman who makes matchboxes in her spare time. Now she can support her three children to go to school. She must earn a lot of money.
Although Sun Licai asked Su Xieyun for more than 400 yuan, his son spent more than 100 yuan on malted milk, and he has to go to school in the future, so there are many other places to spend money.
His mother is old and doesn't work as well as before. She can only earn four or five work points a day. If she could stay at home and make matchboxes, it would be better than working in the fields.
Sun Licai had a good idea, but Han Zhenyu didn't buy it.
Old Lady Sun patted her waist and whispered to her son, "Licai, what do you think of the woman that matchmaker Hua introduced to you last time? Are you attracted to her? You are already in your 30s. If you don't find a partner now, you will be single for the rest of your life."
"Mom, that woman has two sons. If she marries into our family, both of her children will have to move in. It's hard enough for me to raise one Zhuangzhuang. If there are two more, I will be exhausted to death. It's better for me to live on my own."
Sun Licai has now come to terms with it and feels that women are just like that.
He can't marry a virgin at his age. If he marries someone whose husband is dead, she will definitely bring the child with her.
When two families with no blood relationship live together, you will plot against me and I will plot against you.
I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well at night, so why bother yourself?
Old Mrs. Sun sighed. She had looked for several candidates for her son over the years, but none of them was suitable.
Either the bride price was too much or she wanted to raise a bunch of children. Not to mention that her son didn't like it, she was not happy about it either.
So until now, my son is still single.
………
When Han Zhenyu and Lu Yiming returned home, the lamb was already stewed in the pot.
Su Xieqiu was frying hot pot ingredients on the stove, and the whole yard was filled with spicy aroma.
Grandma Du and Roger were preparing dishes. On the table in the main hall were black fungus, potato chips, vermicelli, wild mushrooms, etc.
Lu Yiming sniffed his nose and said, "What a nice smell! This smell is so overbearing."
Han Zhenyu put the wine on the table and smiled proudly, "The hot pot made by my wife is the best."
Seeing Su Xieqiu coughing, he quickly took the spatula from her hand and said, "Wife, please stay away. I'll do the frying."
"It's almost done. Take the pot down and wait until the mutton is cooked, then pour it in." Su Xieqiu said.
"Got it." Han Zhenyu placed the fried hot pot ingredients on the shelf next to him and cut the tofu and tofu skin he had bought.
Lu Yiming didn’t know how to do these, so he held Tiantian and took the twins to the backyard to pick cucumbers.
His favorite place is Han Zhenyu's backyard, which is well-maintained and planted with various vegetables, fruits and melons.
There are pumpkins, winter melons and a few watermelons planted in the corner of the wall. There are already several fruits hanging on them, but they are not ripe yet.
Lu Yiming felt very sorry when looking at those watermelons. If only they were closer, he could come and play more often.
Haohao and Xuanxuan saw that he was always staring at his own watermelons, and the two brothers looked at each other.
Xuanxuan hurriedly said with a smile: "Uncle Lu, the watermelon is not ripe yet, we can't eat it now. My great-grandmother said it will take another month."
Seeing how nervous the two brothers were, Lu Yiming deliberately said, "But I want to eat now."
As he spoke, he squatted beside the watermelons and knocked the biggest one twice.
The twins held his hands nervously, afraid that he would take them off.
"Uncle Lu, it's still bitter now. If you eat it, you'll have diarrhea and worms will grow in your stomach. They're so long."
Haohao spoke and gestured, determined to stop Uncle Lu from picking the watermelons from their family.
Lu Yiming laughed and rubbed his face, "You little bastard, you have so many tricks up your sleeve."
He put Tiantian down, went to the field to find a few tomatoes, put them in his mouth and took a bite without washing them.
Then he said to Haohao and Xuanxuan, "Didn't you say that the watermelons will be ripe in a month? I'll come over then, and you can save one for me."
Although the twins were protective of their food, they happily agreed when they thought of the new clothes and leather shoes Uncle Lu bought for them, as well as all the delicious food, and even said they would save the biggest watermelon for him.
Two tables were set for dinner, and Su Xieqiu called Sun Dahan's wife and children over.
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