"Mei! Are you asleep?" Yan Laoer crouched and shouted softly at the door.
Aunt Rong appeared at the door of the room the next moment, blocking him and glaring at him with disapproval.
Li Xuemei laughed on the kang and whispered: "Let him come in, say a few words and then leave."
Only then did Aunt Rong give way.
Yan Laoer couldn't help but nodded: "That's right, I'll leave after saying a few words so as not to delay her rest."
Li Xuemei sat up.
Aunt Rong rubbed the fire and lit the oil lamp. The flame jumped and pushed away the dark light in the room.
Li Xuemei pointed to the head of the kang, and Yan Laoer quickly shook his head.
"I won't sit down. I just...want to see you, Xiao Ya'er, and you two..." Yan Laoer came closer, bent over and stretched his head to look at the kang.
"Is this child similar to Dabao?" he asked anxiously.
"Maybe she ate too much when she was pregnant with her." Li Xuemei hid the secret from Yan Yu, but did not hide it from Yan Laoer. "It's not like our Dabao. We all know how our Dabao got his strength. Little Ya'er...
I've been thinking about it these days, maybe it's really just food..."
Li Xuemei's tone was a little helpless. She didn't think that she or the original Li family could give birth to a daughter who was born with strength. The Yan family most likely did not have the same genetic genes as the Qi family. If the congenital factors were removed, it was very likely that she would become pregnant.
She is a pregnant woman, and no one can offend her.
Her father brought the child to her, her daughter brought it to her, and Grandma Rong also brought it to her...
As for the milk-flavored fruit, the heat of the kang in the room made people feel dry. Whether it was frozen and then thawed, or made into a can, she liked the coolness as soon as it was brought in from outside.
I really didn’t eat less.
The corners of Yan Laoer's mouth twitched.
His expression became serious: "Mei, I will definitely take the exam well this time."
Li Xuemei lowered her voice: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If it doesn't work this time, there will be another time. As time goes by..."
Yan Laoer's tone became more determined: "There will be no next time. I know this is my chance. Whether it goes well or not depends on this time. I have to protect you three and let you live a good life!"
"I believe you." Li Xuemei said softly.
…
Yan Laoer ran to the yard, found a clean place, held snow and rubbed his face.
The chill is biting.
You will feel energetic immediately!
He returned to Yan Xiangheng's room and found that his eldest nephew was not asleep yet.
The uncle and nephew stayed up all night to fight until late at night before going to sleep on the kang.
…
Gou Zhu used the dog's head to wake Yan Yu up.
Yan Yu sat up in excitement.
It's still dark, it's time.
She tugged Gouzhu's ears, and Gouzhu cooperated with the two dog ears to stand up.
Afraid of waking up her eldest sister and Qing'er, Yan Yu put on her clothes and shoes lightly.
As soon as I went out, my sleepiness completely disappeared.
Hiss! So cold!
The person who preceded her was Grandma Rong.
Breakfast has already been cooked.
With the experience from last time, Yan Yu is more prepared to prepare for the basketball test this time.
What matters most is the fire toad meat strips. Whether dad and eldest brother can survive the exam depends on it.
"Brother, these are meat sticks made by our family. There are a lot of condiments in them. If you feel cold, just have one. Don't think it's spicy. It's good for warming up!" Yan Yu introduced it to Yan Xiangheng.
Yan Xiangheng sniffed it and took a small bite with his teeth, intending to have a taste of it.
The next moment.
hiss--
Yan Laoer saw his eldest nephew blushing and hurriedly looking for a buffalo to drink...
After comparing himself, Yan Laoer felt a little proud.
"My eldest nephew, you can't do this. You have to learn to eat spicy food in the future. Guanzhou is not as cold as Qishan! Our secret spicy strips will warm your heart!"
Yan Xiangheng keeps breathing. This is not heartwarming, but spicy!
So spicy! So spicy!
Yan Laoer also took a small bite and smashed it in his mouth.
Don’t mention it, it’s still refreshing!
Hey, this spirit!
…
Send dad and eldest brother to the examination room and watch them walk in until their backs disappear.
Yan Yu: "Uncle Kang, it's cold, don't wait here. Dad and my eldest brother will walk home by themselves after taking the exam. There are not many steps."
Kang Yinli stamped his feet without leaving a trace, nodded and said: "Second servant, please go to work. I'll be back after a while."
Yan Yu nodded, tugged on the rope at will, and started running slowly while holding on.
It was freezing cold in Yongning City early in the morning.
Apart from those who come to take exams and those who submit exams, only those who are having a hard time still maintain their old habits and go out early in the morning to make a living.
Yan Yu passed by her shop and saw from a distance that the tofu selling window on the side was steaming.
There were many people standing in the corners on both sides of the window.
When they got closer, they saw that her eldest sister was scooping soy milk for them.
The hot slurry couldn't wait for it to cool down and was swallowed whole. Only then did the faces that were stiff with the cold regain some of their vitality, and a chorus of thanks came out.
"Is the house damaged by snow? There is a shed over there. With your household registration, you can go and get cotton-padded clothes. In the past two days, other things will be distributed. There will be a charcoal fire and porridge will be given. If there are patients at home, you can get medicine.
"Yan Yu came closer and said.
The sound was very loud, for fear that they wouldn't be able to hear it.
"We... we can't get it." The lady standing in front had red eyes and spoke with a trembling voice: "Young Master is kind, but our house is not in great damage, so I said I can't get it."
"Isn't it bad? How come it's not bad?" Yan Yu asked.
"There are still people living there, and the holes have been repaired. It's just that I didn't buy enough firewood the year before. After the new year, the price has become higher and I can't afford it. The family is sick, and one old and one child are sick. I need to see a doctor and get medicine. It's really... it's really...
…”
The lady who spoke couldn't hold back her tears, and when they fell on the ground, they were just a little bit of transparent crystal.
Yan Qianchu scooped a lot of syrup into the lady's basin.
She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hands and left with a lot of gratitude. She stepped on the snow all the way and her feet were beaten through. She still tried her best to walk steadily and carefully protected the basin in her arms.
"Waiter, are you thirsty? I'll give you a bowl, too?"
Yan Yu was looking at the lady's back and thinking about something, and didn't pay attention to what her eldest sister said.
When she realized what she was doing, a bowl of hot soy milk had been handed to her through the window.
The people around him stepped aside a little, and then they realized that this young master was from Yan's shop.
Yan Yu took it and blew on it, and noticed that the one her eldest sister was scooping next to her was different.
It's too obvious.
The syrup in her bowl was thick, while the syrup for others was as thin as water.
He raised his head in confusion.
Yan Qianchu whispered: "There is nothing we can do. There is only so much pulp. We don't want money to give it away. There are too many people coming. They came up with the method of adding water." She sighed and said again: "Moreover.
Yes, the syrup is gone, and all we give them is boiled water... To put it bluntly, they just want something warm to drink, and the price of charcoal has risen too much now."
That is to say, her family has a charcoal farm, so she uses firewood and charcoal as usual.
Yan Yu nodded: "Then burn more. Our stove is connected to the kang, and the kang keeps burning on the stove. I'm not at home. Sister, don't go out to fetch water. Just use snow water. Find something clean.