"Lin Hong, Lin Hong!"

"Zhang Di, Zhang Di!"

The voices of women in the Ye family's courtyard came and went, and the busier they were, the more people gathered.

Lin Hong glared at Zhang Di, threw her arms and walked out. Grandma's, when these people came to find their heads, she kicked a pair and punched a bunch of them!

At this time, several women who were pushing me and pulling you inside saw Lin Hong like this, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to go forward, they stood at the door of the Ye family's small pot house, and everyone's faces were undisguised gloating. And behind them, there was a comrade Ye Chen standing in Zhengzhilan Yushu, who was glaring angrily at Ye Han with his hands behind his back.

Ye Miao didn't need to ask much to know the purpose of their coming here. It seems that these women have a sore bone, and they are so idle that they have the heart to go to the door to watch the excitement. They have forgotten the name of her mother, Comrade Lin Hong, right? Today she really made a bad steamed bun, and Lin Hong didn't know if she would beat it with a stick.

"Aunts, grandmothers, and old ladies, I won't shout at you for just such a stool at home!" Ye Miao didn't care what she thought in her heart, and she didn't have to say anything to people. Lin Hong, a straight person, was taken by her, and she didn't put on a face for these for the first time.

Lin Hong has been living next door to these people for so many years, so she naturally knows what these women are thinking. If this was put in the past, Lin Hong would definitely scold them for a bloody head first. Then he took the bald broom at home and beat people hard. But now she doesn't know why, as long as she looks at her slender face, that pretty little appearance, Lin Hong suddenly can't lose her temper. Don't be angry, what do you say about your daughter? Don't compete with mad dogs?

Yes, that's a bunch of mad dogs!

Lin Hong never listened to other people's persuasion, but she took everything Ye Miao said to heart. This girl is going to kill her fate! Just like the songs in those dramas! No, it's her fate! Lin Hong slapped herself violently, causing the women to take a few steps back.

"Isn't the steamed bun steamed into a pot of porridge, haha. ”

Someone whispered.

"How is it possible, it is estimated that it is half-baked. I didn't see Lin Hong stretching out his hand,"

Someone was talking in a low voice.

"Shall we go then?"

A woman didn't want to offend Lin Hong, so she sneaked away after speaking.

"Slim, our family is not rich, but if you big ladies come over, you will take half a steamed bun and give it to them to taste. ”

Lin Hong scolded in her heart, "These peerless women, one by one", but with a smile on her face, she took a noisy steamed bun, broke it in half, and handed it to those people.

Everyone was completely stunned: This is Lin Hong! This is Lin Hong? This steamed bun pit is bitter! If you put too much alkali, it will be bitter, and if you put too little, it will be sour. Everyone agreed that the good-looking steamed bun in their hand was actually inedible.

"Give me the rest. ”

Zhang Di watched with a blank eye, once the gluttonous worm was hooked out, it pulled the taste buds and secreted saliva in the slightest, which made people's will collapse. That's what Zhang Di is like now. Especially Lin Hong just sandwiched a chopstick-headed radish dish, the fresh fragrance of sesame oil and garlic and the sweet fragrance of wheat flour and corn unexpectedly fit, making people swallow saliva crazy.

"I won't give you this..."

"Give it to the eldest mother, the eldest mother was afraid that I would break it just now, Mom, you let her taste half more." ”

Lin Hong didn't use Ye Yao's hard hints this time, but she understood her daughter's words and the number of Zhang Di. She nodded: "Okay, your aunt is like a starving ghost, give her another one." ”

"You're just!hmm..."

Just as he was about to curse, his mouth was gagged. Zhang Di hated to stand up and scratch Lin Hong's face, but her mouth began to chew on her own.

It turns out that cooking well is followed by doing it, and there is such a big difference.

Like Zhang Di, everyone was conquered by the noisy, flexible and chewy steamed buns and the unique fragrance of grains, and everyone looked at the round steamed buns on the panel in the depths of the pot house after eating.

"Our family's steamed buns for the New Year are ready, when will you steam the steamed buns?"

People are just not satisfied, if you give them a steamed bun, they will think that you are so generous and it is not a problem to give one more. Ye Miao is not used to their problem: "When your steamed buns are steamed, I will also taste them, and by the way, I will learn from you?"

"We're not as good as you!"

"That's it, my slender, you're really good at it, and you'll help me with the lady's family in a while?"

Since you can't take advantage of steamed buns, you should retreat to get a free labor.

"Okay,"

Ye Miao looked at Lin Hong: "My mother used to give Aunt Zhang three or five steamed steamed buns, although I don't want it, I can't break the rules." In this case, I will have two, and the big pot will be three, what does the aunt think?"

Ye Yaomiao's words are not untargeted, Aunt Zhang next door is a famous steamed steamed bun with pancakes, and there are three or two lazy women in this village who have really looked for her to steam steamed steamed buns. Originally, Lin Hong didn't want to look for her, but because Ye Hong was too sassy, she refused to eat the iron pimple made by Lin Hong.

"How can this work!"

One of the hidden people in the crowd immediately objected: "Isn't this speculation?"

Ye Miao's hibiscus face was steamed so red and white, she couldn't see that she was not annoyed and even a little ignorant: "That's Aunt Zhang's speculation?" Oh, we can't report them, although she is sorry for our family, but my mother is naturally kind-hearted, so she doesn't know like her." ”

Ye Han gradually curled the corners of his mouth, looking at his sister's gaze becoming more and more gentle and kind. Ye Chen is indifferent, but this mouth is always seeping out of the mouth, and the saliva is uncomfortable. He glanced at the golden wo head that Ye Miao made after being slender, and the shape of that wo wo head was exactly the same as what he ate when he was a child.

I don't remember if my mother made it, but he'd eaten this kind of wowotou before. Ye Chen thought in his heart, took three or two steps to push through the crowd, and quickly pinched a yellow nest with a pointed head.

This practice is not common, especially the people in Tianshui Village do not make this kind of nest, they steam steamed steamed buns and make steamed buns for the New Year, and usually there are only porridge cakes on the dinner table

Ye Han rushed over and grabbed Ye Chen's collar: "Who let you take the nest head?"

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and winked at Ye Yao: "Can you give me a few to eat, and I'll come over with food stamps and money in a while." ”

Ye Miao spread his hands: "They all say that this is speculation." ”

As soon as these words came out, the group of ladies who were not afraid of things on the second floor were as silent as chickens.

Let them say that Ye Miaomiao is okay, but if Ye Miaoxiao takes this excuse to say Aunt Zhang, or even the young man in front of them, they don't have the courage to do so. Although Ye Chen's appearance is better than Wang Cheng in the movie, he doesn't know why he always feels a little scary when he stops here.