This dish is really delicious, Ye Zi really knows how to cook, the spicy stir-fried chicken with millet is a perfect addition to rice.
"Oh...how many people are there in the family?"
"There's no one around anymore."
"Where are your parents?"
I raised my head, chewing rice in my mouth and said, "I haven't seen it before. They are all dead."
Ye Zi's father was stunned.
I didn't pay attention and kept eating with my head down.
After finishing the meal, I went to deliver the bowl. I heard his father whisper at the door: "Girl, I think this young man is very nice and honest."
"Besides, he is square and tall, and the most important thing is that he has no parents. You don't have to serve your parents-in-law when you get married. You two can live alone. The only thing I worry about is that he is a little far away."
I burst into laughter listening to this at the door, thinking to myself that I had hit my father-in-law with a stick.
"cough!"
"Ye Zi, come out."
His dad pushed her and said, "Go quickly, go quickly."
After Ye Zi came out, she looked embarrassed. She looked at me and said, "Did you hear everything my dad just said?"
I smiled and nodded.
"and you...."
"Don't think too much, I don't like you and I don't have any feelings for you."
Ye Zi said angrily: "You think too much, no one cares about you."
I said I just don't like you. After thinking about it in my mind, I said I like someone with a style and temperament like Boss Bai.
"Who is Boss Bai? Your ex-girlfriend?" Ye Zi asked.
"I told you you don't know me."
"Then I don't have any temperament?" She said, puffing up her chest and raising her head.
"Whatever you have, that temperament has been cultivated since childhood."
"Stop talking about this."
"I have to go get the jar while I'm still sleeping at noon. I've been hiding it in the grass for a long time so I'm afraid of being discovered. Do you have a cart? Lend it to me."
"Yes, then go get it quickly." Ye Zi hurriedly went to help me find the cart.
At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people in the village, and the sun outside made people's faces hurt.
I pushed the cart to the reservoir, washed my face first, and then pushed the cart onto the dirt bag.
There were all the big white cans, and there were a lot of them. I put them in the truck compartment and covered them with a fan cloth, ready to push them back in batches.
After going down the mountain and walking with the cart under the bright sun, I suddenly met Mr. Song. He also looked very anxious and walked very fast.
"Little brother, what are you pushing? Where are you going?"
"Nothing, just some daily necessities, pots and pans, etc. Didn't I move somewhere? Where are you going, sir?" I said calmly, without revealing any flaws.
He looked around and whispered with a solemn face: "Something's wrong. I burned paper money last night and saw two white ants under Nai Li's coffin."
"That's okay. It's cool under the coffin. Isn't it normal to attract ants in summer? Don't think too much."
"No...that's different..."
"This is a coffin-bottom ant, and it's not caused by the cold, but by the yin..."
"Okay, okay,"
The picture suddenly came to mind. Nai Li was sitting cross-legged on the coffin and smoking.
I felt uncomfortable just thinking about it, so I made an excuse saying it was urgent and left in a hurry.
After pushing back all the white jars I dug out of the grave, I locked the door, closed the curtains, and sat down on the chair.
"One, two..."
After counting, there were exactly ten white jars, all with the same size and pattern.
Looking at these things on the ground, I wondered what they were for...
I got up and went to the drawer to find pliers, and I cut off all the rotten wire sealing the door.
After cutting off the iron wire, the yellow rust penetrated into the fetal bones of the jar.
When I took off the cover, I found that it was actually wrapped with several layers of moisture-proof oil paper, which was the kind of material used to make oil-paper umbrellas in ancient times.
These oil papers rotted when touched and were completely weathered.
After tearing these off, I picked up the jar and looked inside.
After shaking, something rustled.
What is this...I looked carefully.
This...how does this look like a lot of Wangwang snow cakes?
