Looking at the hot water that had been prepared in the outer room, Chu Tian couldn't help but smile, thinking that Yao Xiujuan was truly a model of a good wife and mother.
Chu Tian had rarely taken a bath in this era. He just washed his feet and butt every day, so he took a long bath this time. He used the old loofah that Yao Xiujuan got from Aunt Wu next door to rub off a lot of mud. It was disgusting to see him. She thought to herself that she must take a bath more often in the future. Even if not every day, she must take a bath once a week, no, once every three days.
Because it took a long time to wash, when Chu Tian came out, Wu Ya had already fallen asleep, and Yao Xiujuan was also preparing bread and dumplings.
"Brother Tian, if you're tired, take a nap first. I'll call you after I've made the dumplings..."
Chu Tian wiped his hair and said, "I'm not tired. I'll make dumplings with you."
Yao Xiujuan paused while kneading the dough and looked at Chu Tian in surprise, "Brother Tian, can you make dumplings?"
Chu Tian said with a matter-of-fact expression, "What's wrong? Can't you wrap it? Can't you learn it? It's not like I don't have eyes."
Yao Xiujuan smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach you later."
The two of them, one teaching and the other learning, spent a lot of time together until midnight. Yao Xiujuan heard the faint sound of artillery fire from the brigade, dropped the dumplings she hadn't finished wrapping, stood up and said, "Brother Tian, wake Wu Ya up quickly. I'll go make the dumplings. Let Wu Ya eat them and then go back to sleep..."
Chu Tian was a little confused and wanted to ask why they had to eat dumplings at this time, but seeing that Yao Xiujuan looked like it was a big deal, he touched his nose and obediently went to call Wu Ya.
"Wu Ya, Wu Ya, wake up, it's time to eat dumplings..."
Wu Ya was sleeping soundly when she was woken up by Chu Tian. Her little face was wrinkled and she looked unhappy.
Chu Tian looked at her funny and pinched her mouth that could hold an oil bottle. "Okay, eat a few dumplings before going to sleep, be good."
Wu Ya tilted her unhappy face to the side, not looking at Chu Tian, "Wu Ya wants to sleep, not eat dumplings..."
Chu Tian was amused when he heard this. "Wu Ya, do you want some New Year's money?"
Wu Ya was stunned for a moment, then looked at Chu Tian with a look of surprise, "New Year's money? Wu Ya has it?"
Chu Tian nodded and said seriously, "Yes, my parents will give it to me, but the prerequisite is that you get up and eat dumplings first."
Upon hearing this, Wu Ya quickly slid down from the kang and ran to the kitchen, shouting, "Mom, mom, Wu Ya wants to eat dumplings..."
"Mrs. Dumpling hasn't come down yet, why don't you go wash your face first?"
"good···"
Chu Tian sat back at the table and continued making dumplings. He listened to the sounds coming from the mother and daughter in the kitchen outside and smiled and shook his head. He felt that he liked and enjoyed life in this era very much. Although there were no entertainment projects in this era, business was inconvenient, transportation was inconvenient, communication was inconvenient, and everything encountered in life was not as convenient as in modern times...
However, he just slowly fell in love with this place. This era brought him things that modern times don't have, such as family, friendship, and even...
To be honest, Chu Tian felt that his feelings towards Yao Xiujuan were very complicated. Was it family affection? Friendship? Or sisterly love?
Ah, Chu Tian couldn’t figure out how to feel about Yao Xiujuan, and covered his face in distress.
"Hey, Brother Tian, what are you doing?"
Chu Tian put down his hand when he heard the voice and looked at Yao Xiujuan in confusion, "Ah? What?"
Wu Ya exclaimed, "Daddy, you are so white!"
Chu Tian was confused, "What's so white?"
Yao Xiujuan couldn't help but raise the corner of her mouth and pointed at Chu Tian's face, "Brother Tian, your face is covered with flour..."
Chu Tian hurriedly looked down at his hands and saw the flour on them. Then he remembered that he was making dumplings. Then he heard the giggles of Yao Xiujuan and her daughter. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he stood up and wiped the flour on Wu Ya's face.
"Okay, since you dare to laugh at me, I'll make Wu Ya's face pale, okay..."
Wu Ya screamed, "Ah, no, Wu Ya, don't..."
Chu Tian laughed evilly, "No, I have to..."
"Mother, mother, Wu Ya, don't..."
Yao Xiujuan was holding a plate of dumplings ready to put into the pot. Upon hearing this, she shouted helplessly towards the inner room, "Brother Tian, stop teasing Wu Ya. Go wash your face quickly. I'm cooking the dumplings now and we'll be eating soon..."
Chu Tian finally put a handful of flour on Wu Ya's face before letting her go. He straightened up and said, "Okay, I understand..."
Then he waved towards Wu Ya, "Come here, Wu Ya, daddy will wash your face..."
"don't want···"
Wu Ya hid behind the table, looking at Chu Tian's hands warily, as if she didn't believe him.
Chu Tian laughed, walked outside and poured some hot water into the basin, washed his hands and face, then walked back to Wu Ya, stretched out his hands and said, "Wu Ya, look, Dad has washed his hands clean."
Wu Ya's eyes lit up when she saw this. She ran towards Chu Tian and hugged Chu Tian's legs. She said in a baby voice, "Daddy, don't touch Wu Ya..."
Chu Tian smiled and touched her head, "Okay, Dad was wrong, I won't touch you again in the future..."
Wu Ya nodded, "Yeah."
We ate dumplings in the early morning just to follow the old tradition. Actually, we were not hungry and had no appetite. We ate two or three dumplings each, froze them outside, packed up and went to bed.
The next morning, Chu Tian and his family of three were woken up by a banging on the door. Chu Tian went to open the door with a little bit of bad temper, and saw Daya standing outside the door in thin clothes. He hurriedly pulled her in.
"Daya? Why are you here so early?"
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