Zhulan was stunned for a moment, and then she reacted and shouted that it was herself, she only had a memory and no sound impression, she really didn't know whose voice it was, so she hurriedly went down to see it, the person who came was Yang Wuchun, the eldest son of the original eldest brother Yang Zhushan, who was already twenty-three years old.

"Wu Chun is you, why are you here?"

Yang Wuchun tied the ox and moved things from the ox cart, "Aunt, didn't I go to the south to run darts?" When I met a cloth shop in the south to deal with Chen Bu in previous years, I was worried that it was time for the third Wu Dong to say goodbye, so I bought some more, and let me send you some milk. ”

Zhulan looked at a lot of baggage, was it because she misunderstood?

Wu Chun continued to carry things from the ox cart, "My grandmother is worried about my aunt's poor health, so I brought a basket of eggs to make up for my aunt, so I don't want to eat it." ”

Zhulan listened stunned, her heart was sour, and she was a little jealous of the original body, her modern parents didn't treat her badly, but they wouldn't care about everything in the end.

Looking at the things on the ground again, there are really a lot of things, most of them are food, all of them are good for the body, and they are good for the body.

Zhou Shuren patted Zhulan's hand and stepped forward with a smile, "Wu Chun, don't be busy, come in and eat." ”

Zhulan, "Yes, come in and eat, the pimple soup made at noon!" ”

Wu Chun was surprised by the three meals at his aunt's house, wiped his sweat and was not polite, "I'll go wash my face." ”

Zhulan hurriedly shouted to Li, "Go and scramble an egg." ”

Li's eyes finally moved away from the cloth, and asked in a low voice, "How many are you fry?" ”

Zhulan paused, she didn't know how to cook, how could she know how many eggs were enough on a plate, and she was recalling her whole body memory, as if she hadn't scrambled eggs, this was difficult, too little was not enough for a plate of shame.

Zhou Shuren twitched the corners of his mouth, and clicked Zhulan eight times, Zhulan, "Eight." ”

Lee's eyeballs are about to protrude, eight? The mother-in-law didn't dare to say anything, so she went to stir-fry the vegetables.

After returning to the hall from the new, Zhou Shuren personally filled Wu Chun with pimple soup, "Drink pimple soup at noon, stew baby hen at night, and we must stay here today to drink a cup of our grandfather." ”

Wu Chun was a little flattered, and took the bowl carefully, for the first time when he was so old, he felt that his uncle was approachable, could it be that he had been out for too long, or was it the wrong way to come back?

He prefers the uncle who was in front of him, but now he is cautious and cautiously returns, "I'll go back after dinner, and I'm waiting for me to go back!" ”

Zhou Shuren restrained his enthusiasm and picked it up again, thinking in his heart, let's maintain the persona, "Well, go back and bring a good voice to the old man." ”

Wu Chun instantly felt comfortable, this was the familiar uncle, "Hey." ”

Zhulan looked real, "........"

This time, I really don't dare to break the character, these people are too familiar with both of them, and it's really uncomfortable to be trapped in the character.

Zhulan pressed her irritability and carefully inquired about the situation of her mother's family, knowing that the family was fine, and she couldn't find words, Li's eggs came up, and she took Li to prepare a return gift.

There are nothing rare at home, and when I returned to my heart, Zhulan picked some good dishes, and put Li's newly pickled pickles in half a jar, Li's pickles taste good, and I can get my hands on them.

Zhulan still felt that the return gift was too simple, and couldn't help counting the days, hoping that Sanya Wang Ru would do things quickly, the vegetables in the novel are rich, all for Wang Ru to serve, Wang Ru is a food Internet celebrity, not only can eat but also do, in ancient times, there was no light tossing, and if you can't think about it, you will drool.

Li Shi was very proud of his cooking skills, and when he saw his mother-in-law taking pickles as a gift in return, his waist straightened, "Mother, it's already autumn, shouldn't other pickles be pickled?" ”

Zhulan, "........ Kindness. ”

Fortunately, she has a memory, otherwise she would be so panicked, she doesn't understand at all!

Back in the courtyard, Zhulan was stunned, the novel mainly revolves around the Wang family, the Zhou family is cannon fodder and will not be described carefully, but major things will also be mentioned, looking up at the sky, her face is a little pale.