Song Erzhu fled back to the room a little desolately, leaving Huanxi and several people looking at each other.

Song Baojia touched his nose, "I've heard Grandma talk about it before, but Grandma only mentioned it, not as ...... as the second uncle Detailed. ”

Song Baojia is the eldest grandson of the family, and he and Song Weiguo are the only people in the family who have seen their grandmother. Song Weimin should have seen it, but his grandmother died when he was one year old, so it's the same as never seeing it.

Song Weimin sighed, "Then I will be kind to Song Menglin in the future." "He is actually a little annoying to Song Menglin, he has a lot of ideas, and he is very strong, and he was not less angry when he taught him to swim before.

Huanxi also nodded and said, "I will also be kind to Mengping." She knows a little bit who Song Mengping's father looks like, just like that landlord's father, who is better to outsiders than to his family, such a man......

She had heard Song Mengping say that her grandfather had three wives, and the first two wives were angry with him. The relationship between her family is particularly chaotic, and her uncle's wife who is now married is the daughter of her grandfather's second wife.

Of course, this daughter is not with her grandfather, but with her ex-husband, and I heard that the other party also had a husband before.

This is ...... No wonder about Song Mengping's grandfather, she has only heard her say it herself, and she has never heard anyone else in the village talk about it.

She thought, whether it was the people who jumped out to frame and report Song Laifu in the first place, or those who remained silent and didn't come out to refute, they were all weak in the face of that family.

Xi Wanli's performance is the most insipid, and it is not unusual for him to hear a lot about this kind of thing due to the environment in which he lives.

He was a little melancholy, seeing that he was about to go back, but his relationship with Huanxi still seemed to be the same, with no progress or regression.

Commanding Song Weimin washed the dishes and chopsticks, sat on the stove and began to make steamed buns, this is what she has long wanted to do, there are only two kinds of fillings, one is meat filling and the other is mushroom and green vegetable filling.

The green vegetables are home-grown, and the shiitake mushrooms were brought back by the eldest brother this time, and she is also strange, there are fungus in the mountains of Songjiazhuang, but she can't find the shiitake mushrooms.

It's a pity that the eldest brother brought back dried shiitake mushrooms, if the shiitake mushrooms are fresh, maybe he can find some spores and throw them on the mountain to see if they can grow shiitake mushrooms.

was wrapping it, but Xi Wanli sat aside and began to help.

"Brother Wanli, will you make steamed buns?" Huanxi was a little surprised.

Xi Wanli raised his eyebrows, "Don't underestimate people." Saying this, a bun in his hand was already wrapped, but it looked no worse than joy.

Huanxi suddenly gave a thumbs up.

Xi Wanli couldn't help laughing, "My mother does a very good job of making noodles, but she is not in good health, and she can't do physical work like kneading dough. ”

Huanxi was a little surprised, Xi Wanli looked like a rebellious teenager to his father, but he didn't expect to talk about his mother with a gentle face.

"What about cooking, Brother Wanli, did you also learn how to cook from your aunt?" said Huanxi curiously.

Fifteen-year-old boys can cook, not to mention the future generations, even now.

Hearing this, Xi Wanli's expression was a little stinky, "No, my mother can't stand the smell of oil smoke, and the food at home is either burned by the nanny or my sister on weekdays." ”

After a pause, "I was thrown to the battlefield by my father when I was very young, and at that time I was disliked by my comrades-in-arms and could only be a gang leader. It's not difficult to cook, and if you do more, you'll be able to do it. ”

Huanxi couldn't help but gasp, she used to only feel that Xi Wanli's father had a strong desire to control his son, but now it seems that ...... Who threw his son on the battlefield?

She didn't know how old Xi Wanli was when he was thrown on the battlefield, but he said that he was "very young", and he thought that he would only be younger than now.

Even Xi Wanli, who is now fifteen years old, doesn't think he can go to the battlefield.

No, rather, no father would want to throw his son into battle, whether he is ten or twenty or thirty or forty.

From this point of view, it is a trivial matter for the other party to throw Xi Wanli to the countryside to earn work.

Thinking that the other party was not happy to mention this father, Huanxi decisively changed the topic and said: "I will put this bun on the coal stove and steam it later, and it will be eaten tomorrow morning." When the time comes, you and your eldest brother will each bring ten to eat on the road. ”

The buns she made were very large, and even if there was a large amount of food at this time, three or five could fill their stomachs, and if it weren't for the hot weather, Huanxi would want them to bring twenty or thirty.

However, although he couldn't bring buns, Huanxi planned to bring them all the bacon he had made before to bring to the army.

As for what to do if no one hunts and no meat to eat after Xi Wanli leaves, Huanxi feels that this is just a small problem.

She touched the small slingshot in her arms, which was given to her by Xi Wanli. She had asked Xi Wanli to teach her how to play a slingshot before, but so far, she has almost lost her strength and accuracy.

However, Huanxi is not in a hurry, she believes that as long as she continues to practice, she will one day reach the level of Xi Wanli. After all, when she first started practicing, her level was not ordinarily bad, but these days, she has made great progress every day, and even Xi Wanli has praised her talent more than once.

Huanxi sincerely feels that his current body is like a treasure mine, as long as he digs it, he will be rewarded.

She was almost going to indulge in this ever-growing enjoyment.

Xi Wanli nodded, frowned, and still couldn't hold back and said, "I'm leaving, you're going to fill me with ten buns?"

Seeing Huanxi's confused face, he was a little aggrieved, "I gave you the slingshot, so you don't have anything else for me?"

Huanxi was a little embarrassed, and hesitated: "Or ...... Shall I make you a pair of shoes?"

Although he knew that he would definitely have to work at night when he promised himself to be happy, Xi Wanli still couldn't resist the temptation, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bring you good things next time." ”

In fact, not only Song Baojia, but also Huanxi didn't think that Xi Wanli would come to Songjiazhuang, but this did not affect her good impression of this young man.

It's just to make a pair of shoes, anyway, there are ready-made soles, and it only takes an hour or two to make a pair of shoes, so it's not troublesome.

At night, Huanxi was waiting to make shoes, and Xi Wanli came out of the room from time to time, again and again, until the light in the hall dimmed, and then took off his shoes and went to bed.

But he looked at the Song Bao family on the side strangely and wondered.

Early the next morning, Xi Wanli received the shoes he had in mind, but they were ordinary homespun shoes, but they were extremely precious in his eyes.

Xi Wanli carefully put his shoes into the Li roll, and the joy on the side looked at his overly careful movements with embarrassment.