Grandma didn't know what I was doing and blamed me for turning a good bowl of egg noodles into noodle soup.
I chatted with her for a while with a playful smile, listening to her gossip about the village.
Whose daughter is getting married? How good are the conditions of the groom's family?
Whose son is so addicted to alcohol that he drinks himself into the hospital?
I rambled on and on, and I listened with great interest.
At half past ten, my father and his third uncle came back from the fields to make lunch.
The third uncle, who was dressed as a farmer, had a gray face and a hoe on his shoulder, and a bucket in his hand, dangling miserably.
Lingxi lowered his head and snickered, saying that this was the first time he saw Uncle Xinglan farming.
I took out my cell phone and took a photo of San Bo with gloating, intending to keep it forever and use it to laugh at him later.
Grandma suggested taking a photo with Lingxi, and she would wash it out and display it later.
Lingxi stood behind her grandma cooperatively, leaning over and hugging her shoulders.
One old and one young, smiling all over their faces.
At twelve o'clock at noon, the uncle arrived home on his motorcycle, with Pei Chuan and Ji Qinghe sitting behind him with messy hair.
Before I could ask, Pei Chuan jumped out of the car, made an OK gesture, and said sternly: "If we can't handle this little thing, we both won't be able to come back."
The uncle took out his cigarette and smoked it in a circle, and said happily: "Thanks to the spirit girl, my Su Mei can go home safely."
The third uncle said in a strange voice: "Obviously it was me who helped Su Mei with guidance, so why did it become Lingxi's credit?"
The uncle lit the cigarette and said without taking the third uncle seriously: "Who knows whether what you said is true or not? Besides, it was the girl who asked for a companion for the stone lion. You were just eating peanuts at the time."
The third uncle's face turned dark and he shouted: "It is unreasonable for my family not to believe in my family."
Grandma smiled and scolded: "Young girl Ling is also a member of her own family, so why is she so unreasonable?"
The third uncle said aggrievedly: "Mom, you can't just want your grandson's wife and not even your own son."
Grandma said forcefully: "You have four sons and only one granddaughter-in-law. You don't know which one is more important?"
Grandma's words made Lingxi feel shy. She cutely hid in the kitchen with her hands behind her back and helped my dad serve the dishes.
The third uncle didn't think it was a serious matter, and deliberately provoked: "Mom, the fourth child is summoning your grandson's wife. Look, you dare to let Lingxi serve the soup, aren't you afraid of scalding her?"
"Those with thin skin and tender flesh will be burned and leave a big black scar on their hands. Tsk, they must look pretty good."
Before San Bo finished speaking, grandma immediately stood up and walked towards the kitchen, muttering in her mouth: "Ling girl, just talk to me, come out quickly."
"Fourth, you are a bit discerning..."
"Hey, little darling, please serve the cold dishes. That one is not hot."
"Slow down, the floor in our kitchen is thick with oil and water, and it's slippery. It's not as slippery as it is in big cities."
It was just a plate of cold cucumbers, and grandma accompanied Lingxi and served it to the table.
Just like that, I even beat my dad up and said that he was going to die for being too lazy.
I have to say that grandma really dotes on Lingxi, so much so that my own grandson is jealous.
