Yan's steamed buns are big, white, soft and fragrant.
The aroma that comes out of the steamed buns when they are freshly baked is very appealing.
Yan Yu has been squatting and waiting for this moment.
She didn't mind the heat either, so she blew it and swallowed it whole.
Yan Laoer smiled and watched his daughter chewing the steamed buns without stopping.
He knew that adding a meal before a meal would not affect her dinner. His daughter gradually became a big eater, and all the food she ate was converted into strength. It should be said that she had an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
Every bit of strength comes for a reason. It is fed little by little by their parents. As long as they change their thoughts, they will feel quite at ease.
"Dabao, get some for those boys." Yan Laoer picked out a dustpan of steamed buns and handed them to Yan Yu.
Yan Yu nodded, quickly popped another one into his mouth, and left the kitchen biting it.
With a glance, the Wei brothers quickly followed.
Passing the dustpan to Wei San, Yan Yu took half of the steamed bun from his mouth and chewed it slowly.
"Hey! Eat it!"
Several hands reached into the dustpan at the same time.
The Wei brothers devoured it and described it no better than Yan Yu.
The secretion of saliva intensifies the sweetness of the wheat aroma.
"It's so delicious. Why are your steamed buns so fragrant!" Wei Qi said while eating.
Wei San, Wei Si, and Wei Liu nodded in succession.
Agree with this statement.
At this time, everything that was unruly, unruly, and thorny disappeared.
Looking at Yan Xiaoer, who used to bully them, they are much more pleased with him.
Children's likes and dislikes are so simple, and they become soft when they eat other people's mouths.
"Of course the dough kneaded with milk is delicious." Yan Yu explained their doubts.
"Chew more, the more you chew, the more delicious it will be." Yan Yu reached out and took out another steamed bun and demonstrated.
"How can you eat so well?" Wei Si asked.
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows. He had only been here a few days and he had already learned the Guanzhou dialect? Unfortunately, it was not very authentic.
"Wei Xiaoqi can't eat it either." Yan Yu avoided the important and took the easy way out.
Wei Xiaoqi nodded and shook his head: "I have been observing you for several days. You can eat better than me. No wonder you are stronger than me."
Yan Yu's strength is extremely eye-catching. They were training together in the military camp, so it was naturally visible.
But everyone in Xiao Anying was accustomed to it, and they were too embarrassed to make a fuss, so they only discussed it in private.
"What can you do if you are born with nature?" Yan Yu said arrogantly.
Only Wei Xiaoqi nodded in agreement. The other three people looked at me and I looked at you without saying a word. They only bit the buns more fiercely.
"Your father actually knows how to cook?" Wei Liu was surprised.
Yan Yu was very proud: "Not only can he make it, he can also make it very well. This big steamed bun is delicious, right? The braised pork in the evening is my father's specialty! Eat less, so as not to be hungry later.
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"Xiaoer, does your father cook at home every day?" Wei Xiaoqi accidentally asked what was on his mind.
Yan Yu's eyes were full of vigilance. Why, you kid still want to come to my house every day to eat?
"Dad is so busy, how is that possible!" She blocked this brat's thoughts with just one sentence.
…
The table was set out in the yard for dinner as usual.
As soon as Yan Laoer's braised pork, which was kept warm in a large casserole, was served, it attracted the attention of the Wei brothers.
None of these boys ate without making a sound.
As I ate, I cleverly learned to eat from behind.
Wherever Yan Xiaoer's chopsticks fell, their chopsticks fell.
Not to mention, it feels really good to be able to taste all kinds of delicious food without using your brain.
Especially the rush to eat meat, burp! It tastes even more delicious.
How can Yan Yu be the one who can be snatched from the table?
She puffed out her cheeks and stared at them intently.
Wherever the chopsticks hit, there was wind and lingering clouds.
It's so annoying that her little mouth keeps chewing! The chewing speed of her teeth limits her performance.
But it doesn't matter, the final winner will only be her!
As time went by, the Wei brothers gradually fell into decline, and they really couldn't bear it anymore.
Yan Yu became happy and winked at them.
You guys, I won’t accept it!
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The Wei brothers returned to the military camp with round bellies.
"The waiter is not bragging, her father's cooking is really delicious."
“It’s much more delicious than what our chef makes!”
"Brothers, have you heard this too? The eldest daughter of the Yan family is getting engaged on the fifth day of the lunar month. The banquet will be set and General Yan will be in charge."
"Well, let's come back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."
"We should stay at Yan's house that day."
Several people were silent and silent.
There's no point regretting this. It's already like this. We can't tell others that they want to live in Yan's house because they are greedy for meat.
"From now on... let's be nicer to Yan Xiaoer?" Wei Liu suggested in a low voice.
Wei Xiaoqi muttered: "How do you calculate it? If they eat well and sleep well, we can't beat them in a fight."
Wei Si suddenly said: "Xiao Qi, lend your knife to Yan Xiaoer for a look."
It can only be said that children's senses are more sensitive. They have long seen that Yan Xiaoer cares about Wei Qi's knife.
Wei Xiaoqi hesitated again and again, "Borrow it, I'll borrow it if Yan Xiaoer comes." He couldn't help but ask: "Does this mean we can go to Yan's house for dinner? I don't lend my knife to anyone, she wants to lend it to me.
If you want a knife, you must let me go to her house for dinner."
The child's wishes are simple and unpretentious.
Just for a bite to eat.
…
The Wei brothers didn't know that Yan Xiaoer no longer wanted to borrow the knife.
Yan Laoer loved his child so early in the morning he sent the iron lump disguised as meteorite to Blacksmith Sha.
Unexpectedly, at night, the blacksmith came knocking on Yan's courtyard door.
Hug that iron knot back again.
"It's not that I don't want to fight, I'm really afraid of ruining it." Blacksmith Sha's rough hands couldn't help but rub the shining metallic luster of the natural ore, and said with emotion: "Meteorite is rare, I have never seen one in my life.
, I just heard that when your family sent this ore, they said it was meteorite. At that time, I just took it as a blank and didn't believe it. I also thought that you had been deceived..."
"I didn't expect it to be real. I only burned a little of this ore and meteorite and poured it into the mold for casting arrowheads. I thought I would give it a try. Look, look, this arrowhead is more durable than ordinary iron arrowheads.
It's sharp and strong. I forged it with all my strength a hundred times before it deformed slightly. This... this is really good iron!" Blacksmith Sha was excited and incoherent: "My craftsmanship is not worthy of using it, I can't, I can't!"
"There is also this picture that Yan Er Niang gave me." Blacksmith Sha carefully took it out from his arms, unfolded it layer by layer, and handed it over. "I...can barely punch out such a blade with ordinary iron, but with meteorite
I can't beat iron well, for fear of destroying the material and the knife."
Li Xuemei looked at the picture and said, "Blacksmith Sha, I forgot to tell you that we want to change this picture again."
Blacksmith Sha asked smoothly: "Where did it change?"
"Here on the blade, make it thicker." Li Xuemei pointed to the spot she originally marked.
Yan Laoer said quickly: "Yes, make it thicker and not so sharp. The epee has no edge. Well, the knife is already heavy, so it doesn't need to be so sharp. Lao Sha, take a look, will it be easier to manage after this modification?"
"We all know your craftsmanship, Lao Sha. It's good! The meteorite is just a gimmick. It doesn't matter if it falls from the sky or is dug out of the ground. You can just fight as usual, whatever you want.
The pictures don’t all need to be the same, it’s more or less the right one, just hit it when it’s firm.”