Chapter 12: A Warm Lunch

"Ah Jiu~ Well, it seems that I should sleep in bed next time I go to class, and I have been sitting on the stool, and it seems that I can catch a cold easily."

Sneezed hard, Ning Shuangshuang rubbed his nose while putting the virtual helmet he had taken off on the table, then sniffed, and after making sure that he had no symptoms of a cold, he muttered out of the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen.

After taking out some of the ingredients stored in the kitchen to make a lunch for two, Ning Shuangshuang served the food to his grandmother and himself and put it on the table, and then came to the grandmother's bedroom and knocked on the door: "Grandma, it's time for lunch." ”

"Is it already noon? Wait a little bit, wait for Grandma to finish this place. As soon as the knock on the door fell, the voice of the grandmother in response came from inside the house.

"Grandma, if you don't come out again, it's going to be cold." I heard the response from inside the house, but I didn't see my grandmother coming out of it. Ning Shuangshuang shook his head helplessly, and reached out to unscrew the door of his grandmother's bedroom.

"It's going to be right away, the last one." As Ning Shuangshuang unscrewed the door of his grandmother's bedroom, the simple but not simple room came into Ning Shuangshuang's eyes.

The layout of Grandma's room is actually similar to Ning Shuangshuang's room, but Ning Shuangshuang's room has a more girlish atmosphere, many sheets and quilts are more bright colors, while Grandma's side is all low-colored.

At this time, my grandmother was sitting on the desk in front of the windowsill with her back to the door, her hands moving flexibly, and she was still doing the follow-up work by hand. On the desk in front of my grandmother, there were several different styles of sachets.

"What is this? Sachet? Grandma, you've changed your tricks again. I remember some time ago, wasn't it still folding ingots? Walking into grandma's room along the open door, Ning Shuangshuang walked to the table where grandma worked, looked down at the large pile of sachets that had been made, and asked with some curiosity on his face.

Through the diary of the original owner, Ning Shuangshuang knew that her grandmother's job was to help others do manual work. Some time ago, Ning Shuangshuang also saw her grandmother fold pieces of silver tin foil into ingots and finally hand them over to the people who came to buy them. It's just that I didn't expect that within a few days, it would become a sachet maker.

"Hehe, this time it's dogwood sachets. The Chung Yeung Festival is coming, and bringing some dogwood can ward off evil spirits and insects, which is a custom that has been handed down from a long, long time ago. ”

The right hand flexibly threads the needle and leads the sachet in the hand to seal it, and then the lead is knotted, and the scissors are clicked, and the last dogwood sachet is also done.

The red fabric is a little festive, and five small bats are sewn on this piece of fabric. The word bat is blessed, which means blessing, and the five bats are the five blessings, and Ning Shuangshuang still knows it.

After hearing her grandmother talk about the Double Ninth Festival, Ning Shuangshuang knew what these sachets were used for. And those silver ingots folded some time ago are probably for the Midyear Festival before the Double Ninth Festival, which is commonly known as Halloween to burn paper money.

Unexpectedly, even in the future world after a thousand years, the festivals of Chinese civilization will still remain in this world. Looking at the dogwood sachets made by these grandmothers in front of him, Ning Shuangshuang's heart couldn't help but show a trace of kindness. The little strangeness that was still left in the world also disappeared at this moment.

"Let's go, let's eat, I don't know what delicious food Shuangshuang made for grandma today." Putting the last sachet on the top of the stack, Grandma stood up from the table and said with a smile while greeting Ning Shuangshuang.

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint my grandmother, today's lunch is only tofu soup and roasted eggplant, and it's not a new dish." Leaving the bedroom, Ning Shuangshuang replied while walking a few briskly steps to the dining table in advance to pull out the chair for her grandmother.

"How can you be disappointed, the dishes made by Shuangshuang are really getting better and better, even if you make a seaweed soup, grandma likes it very much. What's more, tofu and eggplant are both grandma's favorite foods. However, occasionally I don't make some braised pork or something, I remember that Shuangshuang used to love braised pork the most. ”

With a warm smile on her face, Grandma happily sat down on the chair that Ning Shuangshuang pulled out, and said with a smile while waving her hand to let Ning Shuangshuang sit down herself.

"That was before, and now that I'm older, it's easy to gain weight by eating too much braised pork." While sitting down in the seat opposite her grandmother, Ning Shuangshuang replied with a smile.

Braised pork, whether it was Ning Shuangshuang in the past or Ning Shuangshuang now, they all like it very much. In fact, if there was really a plate of braised pork in front of him, Ning Shuangshuang wouldn't care if he would gain weight, of course, he would eat it first.

It's just that the situation at home is not good, and the expenses every month are earned by grandma's hard work, and after seeing the back of grandma who is busy until night every day, how can Ning Shuangshuang be willing to use grandma's money to satisfy his appetite.

Therefore, even if there is indeed pork in the ingredients for fixed distribution, Ning Shuangshuang will not make braised pork, but will only cut it into shredded meat and use a little bit every day. Just like today's tofu soup, there is shredded meat in it.

If I really made braised pork, I'm afraid my grandmother wouldn't eat it, and she would keep it for herself. And if you add it to the tofu soup, even if your grandmother wants to keep it for herself, she can't pick it out one by one (laughs).

"How can you get fat, I just see that your girl is getting thinner and thinner. However, Shuangshuang has indeed grown up and knows that he wants to be beautiful. Glancing at Ning Shuangshuang with disgust, grandma knew better than anyone else the reason why Ning Shuangshuang didn't make the braised pork she liked.

But now that the power of the kitchen has been taken over by Ning Shuangshuang, feeling Ning Shuangshuang's filial piety, grandma acquiesced in her choice.

However, looking at the granddaughter sitting in front of her, the grandmother's heart couldn't help but think of the little elf who was still very young more than ten years ago, and her face couldn't help but show a trace of nostalgia and emotion. Time flies so fast, and before I know it, I have grown from a little elf to such a big girl.

"No matter how beautiful I am, I'm also my grandmother's granddaughter. Grandma, come and try this. Smiling at grandma, Ning Shuangshuang found a small soup bowl full of tofu soup and put it in front of grandma. For a moment, the interaction between the grandmother and the granddaughter was filled with a strong sense of warmth.

While Ning Shuangshuang and her grandmother were eating lunch warmly, on the other side, the editorial office of Singularity Chinese Network located on the moon. Fantasy editor Xiao Wang was not in the mood for lunch at all.

Three days, three whole days of waiting, he could already wait for the fire, and his lips had several blisters. The long-awaited fan heroine N is still silent.

I can't contact the author of letting go of the witch - the heroine of the mystery N, which makes Xiao Wang really unsweet. Although there are three chapters updated every day, as the initial plot unfolds, Xiao Wang becomes more and more anxious.

Especially after readers began to collect this new fantasy book one after another, Xiao Wang's mood became even more eager. Such a sacred book, if it is dug up by other website editors. He felt that he could be directly banished to the depths of the universe, and he had no face to see people.