"Ning Ning." Huo Fengqing came out and held the child in his arms, and said helplessly: "If I didn't let you sleep, why would you sneak out of the room and scare your second uncle?"
The little guy stuck out his tongue.
Huo Fengyan lowered his head and shouted: "Brother."
Huo Fengqing nodded slightly and said with concern: "I heard from grandpa that you have been busy until late recently. Work is important, but your health is more important."
"I know, brother, I will pay attention."
Before going to bed at night, the little one insisted that her second uncle tell her a bedtime story before she would sleep.
Huo Fengqing had no choice but to bother his second brother.
"That little ancestor won't sleep well tonight. I can't tell her a story. You have to come."
Ning Ning is the first and only child of the next generation of the Huo family. Everyone dotes on her on weekdays. She is very cute when she behaves well. When she gets into trouble, everyone has to call her "little ancestor".
Huo Fengyan was sitting in front of the bed, holding a storybook in his hand, but he was making up: "In the dense Bose forest, there lives a rabbit, it..."
His patience is getting better and better, and sometimes he even thinks that it would be great if he and Zhizhi had a child.
Huo Fengyan had been making up stories for a long time. Looking at Ning Ning with her eyes closed on the bed, he felt a little sleepy. He closed the storybook that he hadn't read at all and put it aside, planning to go back to sleep.
"Second uncle." The little guy suddenly opened his eyes.
The two people stared at each other.
The little guy asked with a bit of excitement in his milky voice: "Did the wolf catch the rabbit and was the rabbit eaten? Second uncle, why don't you continue telling the story?"
Huo Fengyan didn't want to make it up anymore: "Go to sleep."
"No, the rabbit needs help. I'm going to help the rabbit defeat the wolf." The little guy stretched out his hand from the quilt and said innocently with an excited little face.
Huo Fengyan put her hand back on the quilt, "It doesn't need your help. It's very powerful and ate the wolf."
Suddenly I felt that it would be better for him and Zhizhi not to have children in the future.
The next day.
The little guy went to the kindergarten and recited this story seriously.
Other children: "How could the rabbit eat the wolf? You are lying!"
"It's true." Ning Ning said seriously with a small face, "Because it was very powerful, it ate the wolf. This is a story my second uncle told me. Do you know who my second uncle is? My second uncle is very powerful.
Yes, he is a god in the sky."
"Is your second uncle really a god?"
"Of course, my second uncle doesn't have to stand up to drink water." Ning Ning suddenly stretched out a hand and muttered: "Look, if I stretch out my hand like this, oh! The water glass will automatically fall into his hand.
Isn’t my second uncle very powerful?”
Later, the kindergarten teacher noticed this matter and reported it to Jiang Yue.
Jiang Yue was helpless after hearing this, and explained with a smile: "She just likes her second uncle very much."
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Taoshui Village.
Wang Yanmei came back with a basket of peanuts.
Xu Fuqiang saw it and asked: "Where did the peanuts come from?"
"Uncle Liu, the cattle herder, gave it to him. He said that Qingzhi gave him dried beans before. He harvested peanuts in the field and dried them. He happened to meet me on the road and gave them to me." Wang Yanmei looked at the peanuts.
, the sun is very good, "Qingzhi, do you want to eat boiled food or frosting?"
Xu Qingzhi immediately gave the answer: "Boiled."
Just add some salt to the boiled peanuts, and they taste clean. I ate the frosted peanuts once last time, and she got tired of them after eating more.
Boiled peanuts are also convenient to take with you and can be eaten when making persimmons.
The air is crisp and clear in autumn.
A few days ago, grandpa cleaned up the house and it will be used to store persimmons.
After lunch, she carried a bag of boiled peanuts and went to her grandpa's house.
Grandpa was worried that she was making persimmon cakes by herself. He didn't even go fishing. The two of them moved a small bench and started peeling the persimmons.
When peeling, you have to be careful not to remove the top of the persimmon stem. The stem should be retained.
This was the first time the old man made this thing, and he wondered: "Qingzhi, can this really be made into persimmons? Does it taste the same as the persimmons sold during the Chinese New Year?"
"Grandpa, actually I don't know if it can happen." Xu Qingzhi said calmly.
After all, she is not omnipotent. This is her first time making persimmons, and she found all the tutorials online.
When the old man heard this, he quickly comforted his granddaughter and said: "You have been smart since you were a child, and you have gone to college. Grandpa believes in you and you can succeed in anything you do."
Xu Qingzhi wants to say that even if you go to college, you are not omnipotent.
She said: "Grandpa, how about we do less?"
The old man looked at these large baskets of persimmons and immediately agreed: "That's okay. Let's make less, and we'll have some fresh ones to eat."
If something goes wrong or fails, it won’t be too much of a pity.
Xu Qingzhi laughed and said, "I can't finish eating so many persimmons anyway."
It’s definitely not because I’m too tired to peel the persimmons that I gave up making hundreds of kilograms of persimmons. It’s just that I can’t finish them all. Making two hundred persimmons is a lot.
Two people peeled them together, which was a quick process. They peeled two hundred persimmons, put them on a large bamboo plate, and placed them on the cement laundry table built in the yard in the early years to dry.
Taking advantage of the fact that there is still some sunshine in the past few days, let’s bask in it for two or three days.
Xu Qingzhi was afraid of small bugs and mice, so he specially used the protection technique to form an invisible barrier. Except for people who could move, no other small things could get in.
Grandpa entered the house and didn’t know what he was doing. He was very mysterious.
Xu Qingzhi placed the persimmons and entered the house to see her grandpa next to the stove. She walked over to take a look and saw something familiar.
She said "Yeah" in surprise.
The old man took two chopsticks and stirred them in the pot. Caramel-colored sugar was stirred on the chopsticks, and he handed it to her: "Take it and eat it quickly."
It's sweet potato stir-fry candy.
When she was little, she didn’t have much to eat, so her grandpa cooked it for her, and it was delicious.
This candy is very troublesome to make. If you are determined to make it, you have to prepare it several days in advance.
Xu Qingzhi took the candy and took a sip. It was so sweet and a familiar taste.
She muttered: "Grandpa, it's very troublesome to do this."
"I made it for my good granddaughter, no trouble." The old man saw that his granddaughter liked to eat, and he was satisfied. "You will leave later, take this candy with you, and eat it slowly when you go back. If your mother tells you, just say yes."
Do you know how to cut down the food grandpa asked you to eat?"
"I'm not a child anymore, I still need to be criticized for eating a candy." Xu Qingzhi took the candy on the chopsticks into his mouth and urged his grandpa: "Grandpa, stir me another one, I want to eat it again."
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The old man smiled and used a pair of chopsticks to stir up another one for the child.
"What are you eating?" Xu Fuqiang walked in from outside.
Xu Qingzhi held up the candy in his hand like a treasure, "Look, grandpa made it for me."
Xu Fuqiang knew how troublesome it was to make this thing. He sighed and looked at his father, "Just spoil her."
The old man glanced at him and said, "I'm not used to being ignorant, so who can I be used to?"
Xu Fuqiang did not argue with him, but pointed at the sugar in the pot: "Dad, please stir one for me. I haven't eaten this stuff in more than ten years, and I want to have a taste."
Xu Dongru handed him a pair of chopsticks without even an extra look, "Did I not have long hands or something?"
Xu Fuqiang pursed his lips, stirred a stick of candy himself, and asked, "I wanted to help you make persimmons, but you finished them so quickly?"
The old man stirred a small amount of sugar for himself and replied: "Qingzhi said that he couldn't finish eating so many persimmons, so he had to make less. It's already finished."
"Okay, then I can still eat without working, so something good happened to me." Xu Fuqiang put the candy into his mouth in one gulp and commented: "Well, it tastes like this, it's delicious."