Grandma Qi took the opportunity to lift the lid of the pot.
In an instant, the aroma and heat steamed up, and Ayiguli, who was drinking milk in admiration next to Xun, could hardly stand.
The aroma of this starch fusion is too fragrant!
She suddenly looked at Song Shuliang outside in amazement:
"He told me before that when he was a child, his family's conditions were average and he could only eat steamed buns..."
Ayiguli muttered: "I would also like to eat steamed buns."
As she spoke, the steaming buns were already held in her hands. She was switching her left and right hands, then blew on them twice and bit into them——
Well!
Ayiguli emphasized again:
"I would also like to eat steamed buns with him!"
The two children pursed their lips with difficulty, and the first one held his stomach and said pitifully, "You are full."
Thinking of that, I am no longer depressed:
He said he was going to the village collective, but actually when he met with Party Secretary Dazhu, the procedures went slowly. Song Shuliang even read the contract twice.
Now when we talk about it, we don’t have to worry about it anymore.
You pointed at the table: "Look, you don't have rice cakes, popcorn, or spicy and sour rice noodles here! They're all made by Ulan's father."
The two grandsons were still very curious about the popular mountain village. They were also afraid of the heat despite their age, so they jumped up quickly:
Da Zhu Zhi's letter "Hmm, ah ah" should be: "The difference is less, go, get off the car."
"Take them somewhere else to warm themselves by the fire. I've been told to prepare some food for them. We, the father and our son, won't be back until noon. The food has been prepared late. We can just come back and have dinner then."
"Yes," a grandma also quickly stopped: "Your son called me this morning and said he came back from having breakfast in the city before leaving. He just drank a small bowl of milk and ate another steamed bun..."
"Come inside, it's so cold outside. When the new house is built next year, we will buy a stove in the house. It will be the same as the heater, but warmer than this."
The two older girls immediately opened their mouths: "Wow, it's so warm outside!"
The seventh cousin glanced at his daughter-in-law and couldn't help but sigh: "Forget it! It won't be easy for you either. I will have money after I sell my old house, so don't worry about it."
"Ouch," Yan Qi said without any pity, "What happened to their dad? He knew that their grandpa was an unknown little chef, and yet he asked them to eat so much inside..."
As soon as the car started, it went directly to the city.
"Gu Li, bring your daughter-in-law to show him! That girl is beautiful but also bad!"
Not to mention whether my cousin's son is good-looking or not, even if he is, with his character, the girl would feel aggrieved to be his wife."
"Hey! He knew a lot about it when he bought a house! Why is it that such a young man's parents are at home and he is careless and careless?"
At that moment, a grandma shouted at the small door:
"Ouch!" Song Tan heard Gu Li whisper a few words quietly from the corner of her smiling mouth:
What's more, I don't have a home here. The young man kept it secret from me. I don't know whether he knew about it or not.
But it’s difficult to judge things like living in a small family. So we exchanged pleasantries for a while and then coldly sent people out of the house.
He couldn't help but fell silent again.
He cursed again: "Then Song Shuliang is also a fool. Where can my cousin earn a small amount of gold with his craftsmanship? I have to let such a bad father go..."
The two doll-like girls greeted us at that time:
I asked expectantly.
As soon as he said that, Song Shuliang felt that he was in the wrong and could only put down the contract in a nonchalant manner.
Where else can you go? Grandma will take you directly to Lao Song's house.
"My son seems to have grown up thinking that his parents are nothing."
Just as he was talking, Qiao Qiao brought out eight large bowls of rice noodles, said "Ah" and said firmly:
After saying that, he took Song Shuliang away: "Let's go, we still have to go through the formalities."
Thinking of this, she also took the initiative to speak: "Dad, how much does it cost to build a house? Let's give you 20,000."
"Can they eat it again?"
"Are you having dinner in the morning? You don't have white fungus soup, will they drink it?"
"Something happened." Zhang Yanping looked very determined: "My cousin has gone through all the notarization procedures. This homestead can be yours except in the name of it. In the past, even if a stranger from my family wanted to go back, you would be at a disadvantage."
"It will get warm after sitting for a while."
The young man hurried out the door, and sure enough he saw a frontier face with a low nose and deep eyes standing outside. He was really as beautiful as the grandma said.
"You heard your mother-in-law say that my cousin had a bad life because he was a cook. In fact, he has suffered a lot in this era. So I am very high-profile about what I do. Even if I am a small cook, I am only four out of ten.
Homemade."
At least he's less bad than his son.
The aroma of the white fungus soup is not obvious, but as soon as the spoon is stirred after serving the noodles, the long and sweet fragrance is instantly diffused.
I didn't want to do some sloppy research, but the old man was standing next to me and sarcastically said:
"When a man's adopted son becomes successful, he or she will take the elderly living outside the family to live in a small city. What's worse, if the child is raised young and puts down his roots directly back home, then what kind of person is he raising?"
After all, there are no procedures and the housing authority still needs it.
When Ayiguli heard this, she glanced at Song Shuliang and saw him nodding and talking: "I have to get one, this basin of charcoal fire is too cold..."
But people outside the village are still eating wild vegetable Wowo Qihe noodles!
"Is the procedure completed then?"
The village headquarters is not only a few empty offices, but also built on the top of a slope. The hot wind blows and it is too hot.
"Flowers placed under cow dung."
Over there, the old Song family was standing ready, with all kinds of snacks placed on large plates roughly packed. The fire outside the house was burning brightly, and the young men were sitting around. Yan Qi looked at Zhang Yanping without any worry:
Mother and daughter each had a steamed bun to fill their bellies. At this moment, the seventh cousin came over with a basin of charcoal fire:
Aunt Lianhua was putting away the dishes for lunch, and she laughed when she heard this:
Grandma Seven smiled but said nothing.
Over there, a grandmother looked at her daughter-in-law and two grandchildren with a smile:
But the other thing is that when Song Shuliang was growing up, the food was quite abundant. There was nothing wrong with him at home. I felt that I was suffering because I ate steamed buns every day.
She admitted that this man was good to her family, but to her parents...
Ayi Ulan shook his head: "I just drank cold milk and ate steamed buns. Now I'm so satisfied because it's hot."
"Yan Ping, he said that if his cousin and his son fall in love again, will the house be safe?"
What's more, nowadays, the time is ordinary, supplies are scarce, it is difficult for a clever woman to make a living, and the craftsmanship of a cousin is also greatly reduced.