Chu Tian nodded in understanding. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Yao Xiujuan about to leave with two bowls in her arms. He hurried forward to stop her, "What are you going to do?"
Yao Xiujuan explained softly, "I'm going to pick up Wu Ya and return the old noodles that Aunt Wu lent me at noon! Oh, and the radish in here was also given to me by Aunt Wu at noon, so I plan to give the steamed buns to Aunt Wu and Guoan to try."
Chu Tian uttered an "Ah" and took the two bowls from Yao Xiujuan. "I'll go. You're pregnant. It's dark outside and the road is slippery. Don't run around..."
As he said this, he put the bowl back on the table, picked up his coat from the kang, wrapped it around himself, turned around, took the bowl and walked out of the dugout.
Chu Tian stood at the gate of Aunt Wu's house. He just raised his hand and knocked on the door, and the door creaked open.
"Uncle Tian, are you here to pick up Wu Ya?"
When Sun Guoan opened the door, he saw Chu Tian holding a bowl in one hand, with another bowl supported on his elbow, and the other hand still knocking on the door. Seeing his strange movements, Sun Guoan quickly made way for Chu Tian to come in.
Chu Tian took down the bowl he was holding on his elbow, and then walked into the door. He looked at the little boy Sun Guoan and asked with a smile, "Guoan, how did you know I was knocking on the door?"
Sun Guoan curled his eyes and said, "I had just finished using the restroom and was about to return to the main room when I heard a knock on the door..."
Chu Tian patted his head and said, "Then you must remember to wash your hands, otherwise it will be unhygienic."
Sun Guoan blushed. He had indeed not washed his hands yet, but he still answered stubbornly, "Uncle Tian, I, I like to be clean."
"Aunt Wu, I'm here to take Wu Ya home for dinner..."
When Wu Ya heard Chu Tian's voice, she jumped off the chair and ran to Chu Tian who had just walked into the main room. She hugged his legs, raised her head and called "Daddy" sweetly to Chu Tian.
Aunt Wu turned around and saw Chu Tian and his grandson Sun Guoan pushing the door open. She quickly stood up, smiled and waved, "Chu Tian is here. Have you eaten yet? If not, why don't you have dinner at my house before coming back? My family is going to make pancakes and stewed cabbage today..."
Chu Tian casually handed the two bowls in his hand to Sun Guoan, then touched Wu Ya's head and replied, "Auntie, Xiujuan has already prepared the meal. I will pick Wu Ya up and eat it."
"By the way, I'm returning this old dough you lent Xiujuan at noon. Also, I made two of these steamed buns stuffed with radish residue that Xiujuan steamed this afternoon as a snack for you and Guoan..."
Upon hearing this, Sun Guoan looked at his grandmother. Seeing her nod at him, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen with two bowls in his hands.
Aunt Wu didn't try to persuade them to stay. "Since Xiujuan has prepared the meal, I won't keep you here. But next time, you three have to have a meal at my house. It's boring to have Guoan and I at home all day long."
As she spoke, she saw Sun Guoan coming back with a bowl of pickled radish. She smiled and continued, "Chu Tian, I had nothing to do in the autumn, so I pickled some spicy radish strips. It would be delicious to eat with your porridge."
Chu Tian didn't refuse and took it with a grateful look on his face. "This really solved my urgent need. Thank you so much, Auntie. You know, Xiujuan and I have just been separated. Apart from some food, our family didn't get any vegetables. We are in need of vegetables to go with the porridge..."
Upon hearing this, Aunt Wu hurriedly said, "There are only you and Guoan at my house, and there are plenty of vegetables stored in the cellar from the autumn, as well as various pickles I made. If you are short of vegetables, come to my house and get some. Don't be shy."
Chu Tian smiled and nodded, "Well, from now on, Xiujuan and I will often come to your house to bother you."
Chu Tian then walked back with Wu Ya. On the way, Chu Tian asked Wu Ya, "Wu Ya, did you have fun at Grandma Wu's house?"
Wu Ya nodded and said, "I'm happy. Brother Guoan and Grandma Wu are so kind to Wu Ya..."
Chu Tian was happy, "Does Wu Ya like Grandma Wu or Grandma?"
Wu Ya answered without thinking, "Grandma Wu, Grandma Wu gave biscuits to Brother Guoan, and also to Wu Ya..."
Chu Tian, "Then Wu Ya must be nice to Grandma Wu in the future."
Wu Ya thought for a moment and asked, "Is it as good as you treat your parents?"
Chu Tian thought for a moment and replied, "It depends on Wu Ya herself how to do it."
Wu Ya looked up at Chu Tian in confusion. She didn't understand what Chu Tian meant, and Chu Tian didn't explain.
Sun Guoan took a bite of the bun that Chu Tian brought, his eyes widened, and he looked at Aunt Wu excitedly, "Grandma, the buns that Uncle Tian brought are so delicious."
Aunt Wu smiled and said, "How can white bread not be delicious?"
Sun Guoan took one and handed it to Aunt Wu, saying, "Grandma, you'll know once you try it. Aunt Xiujuan's buns are truly delicious. I'm not saying they're made of white flour, but because the filling is so good. I've never had such delicious bun filling."
Aunt Wu only took one look at the bun that Sun Guoan had bitten into, then shook her head and said, "It will definitely taste better with the oil residue. Okay, if you like it, save it for tomorrow. Grandma won't eat it."
Sun Guoan pursed his lips and handed the buns forward again, "Uncle Tian brought four, which means two for me and grandma. If grandma doesn't eat them, then I won't eat them either..."
The two of them were deadlocked for a moment, but Aunt Wu finally gave in and reluctantly reached out to take the bun. "Okay, okay, can't I have some for Grandma?"
"Um."
Seeing this, Sun Guoan smiled and happily continued to eat the bun in his hand.
Aunt Wu looked at the smile on Sun Guoan's face and couldn't help but smile lovingly as well.
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