"I have a hundred yuan." He hurriedly took out a banknote from his pocket, and as if afraid that Yu Huan would regret it, he held it in both hands and held it in front of Yu Huan as if offering it.
Yu Huan looked at the money and wanted to take it, but she was afraid her mother would scold her. If it was only five yuan, it would be fine. It was a small amount and no one would take it seriously, but this was a hundred yuan.
She didn't reach out to take it, and said sullenly: "I can't find it."
Wen Zheng: ...
"Go away. Remember to pay me back the five dollars you owe me when you come back next time." Yu Huan was a good king and spared his life.
But Wen Zheng's eyes were filled with tears. He wiped his tears and said heartbrokenly, "I don't know the way."
.
In the end, not only did he not get a penny, but he also came back with a child who was holding him back.
Shi Yun pulled the new kid over and asked him his name, how he got here, where his parents were, and if he remembered their phone number...
Two little kids were squatting in the corner playing with the stick.
"He has a hundred dollars." Shi Yunan said in a low voice.
"But he doesn't have five dollars." Yu Huan was depressed.
Shi Yun got through on the phone. The young parents on the other end were very anxious when they saw her. They thanked her repeatedly and said they would come and pick her up right away.
After hanging up the phone, Shi Yun looked at the child in front of her again. He said he was six years old and looked taller than Huanhuan and the others.
Wen Zheng walked a long way in the woods and was sweating, so his face was already covered in sweat.
Shi Yun wiped his face, and then couldn't help but sigh that the child was so good-looking, with handsome eyebrows and eyes, and a superior face shape. Although he has not grown up yet, she could already foresee his charming charm in the future.
Wen Zheng was pulled to wipe his face, and secretly looked at the two little bandits who kidnapped him.
He now knew that they were not the pirate captain's men, they were younger than him, and he should call them brothers and sisters.
"What are their names?" he asked.
"Are you talking about those two naughty kids? The older brother is Shi Yunan and the younger sister is Shi Yuhuan." Shi Yun said with a smile.
"What a nice name." The little boy complimented with great emotional intelligence and introduced himself, "My name is Wen Zheng."
He arrived just in time, as it was noon and Shi Yun was about to go cook. The parents hadn't arrived for some reason yet, so Shi Yun let the three of them play together.
Shi Yunan was reading a newly bought picture book, while Yu Huan was sitting on the sofa peeling oranges.
Wen Zheng's attention was attracted by a large cardboard box. He walked over and saw a bunch of fluffy light yellow chicks popping out of the box.
"Is this your pet?" Wen Zheng asked curiously.
Yu Huan shook his head: "This is our future chicken drumstick."
Wen Zheng: ...
They must have the blood of pirate captains in their bodies, so cruel.
He pursed his lips and saw Yu Huan peeling the orange. He ate one himself first, frowning as he ate. Then he peeled a slice and fed it to Shi Yunan: "I'll give you the sourest one."
Shi Yunan seemed to have not heard the difference between the sourest and the sweetest. He stared at the picture book and ate it directly. Then he showed the same expression as Yu Huan because of the sour taste.
But no matter how much Yu Huan fed him, he still ate.
This is so weird...
Yu Huan noticed Wen Zheng's gaze and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
She was a little eager to share the orange, and then peeled a sweet one.
Wen Zheng still remembered how she looked when she robbed him, and saw that her accomplices did not dare to resist the sour oranges she fed them, nor did they dare to say no.
I just thought eating sour oranges was some kind of ritual here, so I walked over, opened my mouth obediently, and ate a slice, then frowned because of the sour taste.
When Shi Yun finished cooking, she saw that the three children were grimacing because of the sour taste. She felt a little puzzled. If it didn't taste good, couldn't they just not eat it? Why did they still like to eat it even though they knew it was sour?
She fried shrimp and eggs. The golden egg pieces were crispy, smooth and tender, and the shrimps were plump and chewy. She also fried cabbage with vermicelli. The cabbage was sweet and crispy, and the vermicelli absorbed enough broth, making it salty and delicious.
The soup is radish and pork ribs soup. The pork ribs are stewed until they are tender and tasty, and the large pieces of radish become soft. The soup is milky white and fragrant, and it is constantly steaming.
After dinner, the couple finally arrived, carrying several boxes of gifts. We then realized that they had bought some things and came back.
Shi Yun kept waving her hands as she expressed her gratitude, not wanting to accept the gift, but she never refused.
Wen Zheng sat in the back seat, listening to his father's self-reflection and his mother's gratitude, and thinking about the wonderful experiences of the day.
Robbers, fluffy little chickens, sour oranges, and steaming pork rib soup...
Those things formed an unforgettable picture, and whenever he later recalled his childhood, he would always think of this day.
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