The two sisters walked back slowly.
Jiang Lan was still a little reluctant: "Sister, if your headache doesn't bother you, we can go to No. 1's house and take a look."
Seeing Jiang Jun's expressionless face, Jiang Lan guessed her sister had truly lost her memory. "That's Chen Yihao's family! Your classmate, the one called Chen Yuefei, is from their family! His sister is called Chen Chenjing, she's in the fifth grade and walks with such a proud air. Their class is just one classroom away from ours."
Chen Yuefei?
The vague appearance of a big boy emerged in Jiang Jun's mind. She went to Qiaojiagou Middle School and would leave the classroom with this boy every time after school. The boy rode a big bicycle, with male classmates from the compound riding on the front bar and the back seat. They were laughing and coming and going like the wind.
She couldn't remember whether she had ever spoken to this male classmate. It seemed that they had no connection except being classmates.
Jiang Lan reminded him again, "Their home is in another corner of our compound. They live in a luxury house. I heard that their house has wooden floors and stairs. They grow a lot of vegetables in their yard, and they also plant grapes and apple trees!"
It turns out that rich families are the same wherever they live, with small buildings and balconies, and yards full of flowers, trees, fruits and vegetables.
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "Let's go next time. Mom and Dad are waiting for us to go home and eat dumplings."
Since they are classmates, she can find a way to get in touch with them.
Jiang Lan said with regret: "What a pity, you are about to graduate and we are no longer classmates."
Jiang Lan, who is only ten years old, knows everything, just like a little adult.
When it comes to graduation, Jiang Jun's heart sinks as he thinks about his future.
When I entered the house, Zhang Xiuying was already cooking dumplings. The plump white dumplings were rolling up and down in the big pot, and bursts of fragrant steam were steaming on the stove. There were two large bowls of dumplings on the stove.
Jiang Lan cheered and rushed over to pick one up and eat it with her hands.
Zhang Xiuying reached out and slapped the back of Jiang Lan's hand: "Greedy bastard, you haven't washed your hands yet."
This is because Jiang Yonghua is at home. If anyone in the family does not wash their hands or eats without chopsticks, Jiang Yonghua will be unhappy and will think that she has not taught her children well.
Jiang Lan stuck out her tongue, ran to the faucet, turned the water head to open a line of water, stretched out her hands, twisted her wrists, and then turned off the faucet: "I'm done."
Zhang Xiuying glared at him: "Are you trying to fool the foreigners? Wash it off again!"
Jiang Jun burst out laughing. According to Zhang Xiuying's words, the foreigner must be Zhang Xiuying!
Zhang Xiuying also found it strange: "Xiaojun, what are you laughing at?"
Jiang Jun, who usually acts like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees Zhang Xiuying, laughed many times for no reason today. Could it be that he really broke his brain?
Jiang Jun pursed his lips and smiled: "I just think Xiaolan is very water-saving when washing her hands."
"If we really want to save water, we should wash our hands in the basin. The water can also be used to wash the rag." Zhang Xiuying curled her lips: "The water has been cut off all day. It's so difficult to get some water."
Jiang Jun thought about it, filled a glass of water with the enamel cup beside the sink, and poured it into the washbasin on the upper level of the washstand.
The water poured in is only a shallow layer, just enough to cover the back of your hand, and you can rinse your fingers with it.
Zhang Xiuying quickly cooked the dumplings and brought them to the outer dining room: "Put a board under them to prevent the tablecloth from getting burned. Xiaolan, go call your dad to come over for dinner."
It took Zhang Xiuying half a month to make this beautiful crocheted tablecloth. In order to protect it, she even went to her neighbor who worked in a plastics factory to get a piece of green plastic sheet to cover the top layer.
Jiang Jun picked up a palm-wide wooden board from the windowsill and placed it on the round table. He sat down at the table first, grabbed the hanging tablecloth tassels, and exclaimed sincerely: "This pattern is so beautiful!" The stitches are dense and tight, and it is a rare Baolun Huagai style.
Jiang Yonghua came out of the inner room holding the school notice. Hearing Jiang Jun's words and looking at Jiang Jun's expression, he was surprised to see that it was sincere praise, not hypocritical flattery. "If it looks good, you can learn it too when your headache is gone."
Although crocheting is tiring for the eyes, it also tests memory and three-dimensional thinking, and can also show whether the concussion has affected Jiang Yun's brain.
Zhang Xiuying put down her bowl of dumplings and said happily, "Learning to crochet is quite easy. Deputy Battalion Commander Chen's wife also said that the flowers I crocheted were beautiful." She glanced at Jiang Yonghua's face and then changed her mind, "It was Deputy Battalion Commander Chen's wife. She said I crochet faster than her."
Jiang Yonghua hummed calmly, picked up his chopsticks and put a few dumplings into Jiang Yun's bowl: "Xiaojun, eat while it's hot, don't burn yourself."
Jiang Lan picked up the vinegar bottle and was about to pour it into Jiang Yun's bowl: "Sister, give you some vinegar."
Jiang Jun hurriedly protected the bowl: "No, pickled cabbage is sour to begin with, why add vinegar?"
She was still a little slow, and Jiang Lan's vinegar bottle had already fallen over. She couldn't pick it up in time, and some of it spilled on the plastic sheet and Jiang Jun's hands.
Jiang Lan quickly shouted: "Sister, hurry up, lick it, it's about to flow onto the table."
"Don't move!" Jiang Yonghua had already stood up and went to the kitchen to get a clean tablecloth to wipe Jiang Yun's hands. He also wiped the vinegar off the table to prevent Jiang Lan from licking it. "From now on, you are not allowed to pick up the soy sauce, vinegar, or soup that is spilled on the table, or the food that falls on the table or on the floor when picking up food."
Zhang Xiuying felt distressed when she heard this: "It's my own home, it's not dirty, what's there to be afraid of? It would be such a waste to throw it away!"
Jiang Yonghua looked over coldly: "If you're afraid of wasting it, don't drop it everywhere!"
After attending several banquets to receive foreign guests and learning about table manners, Jiang Yonghua returned home and began to gradually transform his family's living behaviors. Zhang Xiuying and Jiang Lan were especially the ones he focused his efforts on transforming. The mother and daughter were so casual when eating, licking the bowl and chopsticks, and biting the spatula and rice spoon. It was simply unbearable to watch.
Zhang Xiuying fell silent and went to the kitchen to get two small bowls. One bowl contained peeled garlic cloves, and the other contained minced garlic soaked in soy sauce. There was also a small spoon in the bowls.
Jiang Yonghua is from Jiangnan, and he likes to season his dumplings before he eats them. He always soaks the minced garlic in white vinegar, and he uses a separate small bowl for the soy sauce. Different dumpling fillings require different seasonings.
Unlike Zhang Xiuying, who is from Northeast China, when eating dumplings, she holds chopsticks in one hand and garlic cloves in the other. She eats one dumpling and takes a bite of the garlic clove.
Jiang Jun doesn't eat garlic. He just took a look at it, picked up the bowl and bit into the dumplings, chewing them slowly without making any sound.
Silly and innocent Jiang Lan picked up a dumpling and dipped it into the garlic sauce. After getting a few grains of garlic on the dumpling, she put the whole dumpling in her mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and smacked her lips twice: "Mom, your cooking is so delicious!"
Jiang Yonghua slammed his chopsticks on the dining table.
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