It is round in shape, with neatly arranged small holes in the middle, and cute little lace edges, which are brown and brown, and there are white sugar and white sesame seeds on it.
Touching the cookie lightly with his fingertips, he asked: "Auntie, is this food called Sen?"
Lingbao told him, "Biscuits."
"The pen is dry..."
"It's not a dry pen, it's a biscuit."
After Xiao Lingbao corrected her, his little nephew followed her again inarticulately, then took the biscuit and took a small bite hesitantly.
The salty and sweet taste coupled with the crispy texture, for children who have never eaten snacks, this delicious feeling is simply indescribable.
After taking two more bites, Fugui quickly ate up the entire biscuit. He squinted his eyes and shook his head uncontrollably.
After the taste in his mouth completely disappeared, he opened his eyes and said to Lingbao: "I want more, I want another, and I want the pen to dry again, and I want the pen to dry again."
"Lingbao just said, you go get vegetable seeds and exchange them. When Lingbao gets the seeds, I will give you the remaining biscuits.
"No, no, no," Fugui said, "I want a pen, a pen, please give it to me, wuwuwu..."
His sharp and harsh cry made little Lingbao frown, "If you cry again, I will eat all the cookies."
As she spoke, she stuffed the cookie in her hand into her mouth.
Seeing that she had eaten two pieces of the biscuit, Fugui stretched out his hand to grab it, "It's mine! You are not allowed to touch my pen, wuwuwu, give me the pen..."
After failing to grab it several times, he rushed towards Lingbao, but missed. He fell to the ground, slid forward, and hit his head heavily against the wall.
With the muffled sound of "bang", Fugui's head was hit. He was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and cried loudly, "Wow wow wow wow..."
"Where did you get hurt?" Lingbao asked.
Fugui's face was covered with tears and snot, and his palms were dirty. As he cried, he said pitifully: "Head, woah woah, headache, it hurts woah..."
"Who told you to rush at me? Are you injured?"
"woo woo woo woo……"
Seeing a purple, walnut-sized bump bulging on his forehead, which looked very painful, Lingbao stepped forward, bit off his fingers skillfully, and touched his forehead, "Does it still hurt?"
Realizing that the pain was gone, Fugui touched his head in confusion, "Huh? It doesn't hurt, Auntie, my head doesn't hurt."
"Do you still want to eat cookies now?" Lingbao asked.
"Think!" Fugui nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "Let's do this..."
"These biscuits belong to Lingbao. If you want to eat them, you have to exchange vegetable seeds with me. Do you understand?" the little girl said, "If you want to use them, then you are a bad boy. Lingbao is not a bad boy."
Children play.”
Fugui sniffed, "But mother said that all the delicious food at home belongs to me. If I want to take a nap, mother will give it to me."
"That was at your home, and now this is not your home."
"My parents and I lived here before," Fugui pointed to the duck painted with charcoal on the wall, "I painted that duck."
Xiao Lingbao helped his nephew wipe the tears from his face and explained: "You have moved to your new home, and now this is Lingbao's room."
"So this is not my home, but my aunt's home, and the second thing is not mine, but my aunt's, right?" Fugui asked.
"Yeah," Lingbao nodded, "If you want to eat it, you can trade the seeds with me."
"Okay, I understand," Fugui stood up with his little hands on the ground, "I'll go and get the seeds from my mother, and then I'll switch pens with my aunt."
His home is not too far from grandma's house, just two turns away.
On the first day of the new year, in order to make it easier for people in the village to move around, every house was left open. Fugui ran into the yard and shouted, "Mother!"
In the room, Liu Damei, who had come to pay New Year's greetings, was talking loudly. What she said was nothing more than commonplace talk, either complaining about her mother-in-law or her husband.
"Why do you think my mother-in-law is so bad? I didn't get those pig intestines, it was her son who got them. She has to blame me too. Why did my dad get my bad luck?"
I'll get those pork belly and intestines.
Do you think it's funny? Can you blame me for falling into the cesspit before? I don't know how long the wooden board has been there. It's all moldy and I happened to break it when I stepped on it.
If I hadn't stepped on my head that day, it would have been my parents-in-law who fell in! Speaking of which, they should be grateful to me, right? They actually dislike me...
Also, Dad is not a good person. He didn’t say a word to me yesterday, and he didn’t even sleep with me. Yesterday was New Year’s Eve, why did he treat me like that?”
Huang Yuezhu felt that it was unlucky to have a daughter. All this was because Damei gave birth to a daughter. "I see, you still have to find a way to have a son!"
Patting Damei's shoulder, she sighed: "Having a son means you have a backer. How can you still be afraid of your mother-in-law?"
"I also want to have a son, but I just can't get pregnant."
Liu Damei touched her flat belly, and then glanced at Huang Yuezhu's belly, with a bit of jealousy in her eyes, thinking how could she be pregnant in a row?
"Hey, how long has it been? Why aren't you pregnant yet?" Huang Yuezhu said, "Is there something wrong with you when you were giving birth to Daya? I remember you had a lot of blood when you gave birth to Daya.
It’s almost difficult to give birth, isn’t it?”
"What are you talking about? I'm perfectly fine, what could possibly go wrong?"
Huang Yuezhu kindly reminded: "I'm not trying to scare you. Do you still remember our village Cuihua's mother? She had a massive bleeding when she was giving birth, and then she couldn't give birth. Why don't you go to the health center for a checkup? Find out as soon as possible.
Early treatment.”
As soon as she finished speaking, she heard several "Mom" sounds from outside. She quickly stood up from the chair and said with a big belly: "You sit down first. I heard that my rich family has come back. I wonder if his father is going to get fat."
, I’ll go take a look.”
After she left, Liu Damei clenched her fists angrily and cursed in a low voice: "You're the one with the problem! Maybe you can't even give birth to this baby, so what are you doing, blah! Do you really think you are the only one who can give birth to a son?"
In the yard, Huang Yuezhu walked to her son and looked around for a while, "Huh? Why are you coming back alone, Fugui? Where is your father?"
"Mom, I want seeds!" Fugui said eagerly, "Give me the vegetable seeds. I want to change my pen. Give me the seeds, hurry up!"
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Where is your father? Why didn't he come back with you? Why did you come back alone? How dangerous is it? You didn't fall, did you? Why are your hands so black? Mother
Take a good look..."
Just as Huang Yuezhu was about to take her son's hand, his son stamped his feet vigorously and said, "Give me seeds, one by one. Seeds that will sprout when planted in the ground."
After saying that, without waiting for his mother to ask any more questions, he used his trump card and cried loudly, "Wow, wow, wow, woo, woo, woo, I want seeds, seeds, seeds..."
"Good boy, don't cry," Huang Yuezhu hurriedly comforted, "I'll get the seeds for you, okay? Don't cry if you're rich. It will be so uncomfortable when your voice becomes hoarse from crying. Isn't it just seeds? Mom, go right now.
Get it for you."
Fugui laughed through tears and followed his mother into the room. He heard his mother ask: "What kind of seeds do you want? Not radish ones?"
Recalling what his aunt had said before, the little boy thought about it seriously and said loudly: "I want pickled cabbage! Pickled cabbage seeds!"