Qi Zhou took his eldest daughter-in-law to cook in the kitchen, she is 62 years old this year, and she lifted the heavy wooden lid of the pot with some difficulty, stood on the wall of the stove, the heat in the pot steamed, and the kitchen became hazy.

"Mom, why can't I steam steamed buns like you!" The eldest daughter-in-law, Zhang Fengling, sighed while quickly picking up the steamed buns to the curtain, and stretched out her hand to flick a big steamed bun with a burnt yellow paste on the side of the pot, "My old son loves to eat this gaba!" ”

Qi Zhou shouted: "Home! Come out and help the milk! ”

A teenage boy came out of Westinghouse, "Milk! What's the matter? ”

Qi Zhou was holding a curtain of steaming steamed buns, there were seven or eight of them, "Can you move it?" Go out and freeze the steamed buns, don't fall to the ground, and come back with milk for delicious food. ”

"Yes!" Qi Weijia took the curtain and walked out, and Qi Zhou hurriedly followed to open the door. As soon as she turned around and saw the old daughter of the little uncle's family standing at the door of the east house, the child was looking at the solar calendar card with his neck up, obviously illiterate, but in that way, it was as if he could understand it, she couldn't help laughing, "Baozhu woke up?" Hungry or not? Auntie give a steamed bun to eat! ”

As he spoke, he broke half a steamed bun, dug a spoonful of white sugar from the sugar jar, and handed it to the youngest niece, "Go to the kang and eat, don't go to the ground." ”

Shen Mengxi glanced at the eldest lady, then looked at the sugar-filled steamed buns handed to him, and took them.

Qi Zhou's eyes were stunned by this look, and he couldn't tell what was going on, but he felt more nervous than his father-in-law looking at him, so he hurriedly avoided his eyes, and felt that something was wrong when he thought about it, and then looked at it, the child had already taken a bite of the steamed bun as if nothing happened, nodded and said with a smile: "It's delicious, thank you, auntie!" ”

"Thank you, eat quickly, Baozhu has suffered a great crime in the past few days." Qi Zhou said with a smile. "Feng Ling, look at this kid, you still know thank me."

Zhang Fengling said while chopping vegetables: "Well, Baozhu girl has been sensible since she was a child!" ”

Qi Wei's family saw his aunt eating steamed buns at a glance when he entered the door, and rushed to his grandmother, and Qi Zhou's gave him the half of the steamed buns with mushy gaba.

"Milk, my aunt has sugar."

"That's the little girl's food, you're a brat, and the milk will smear some sauce on you!" Qi Zhoushi took out the sauce bowl and wiped the sauce on the steamed bun with chopsticks. Qi Wei's family was a little uneven, but they didn't argue much, so they tore off a piece of steamed bun and dipped it in sauce and ate it.

"Isn't that kid sick, I can't let your father pick on us." Qi Zhou explained to his daughter-in-law.

Zhang Fengling smiled and said, "Mom, what are you talking about, I don't pick this, what the little boy eats can't do!" After saying that, he quickly went to the stove on the west side and began to stir-fry.

Qi Zhoushi stopped talking, put the steamed buns kneaded on the panel, neatly placed them in the cauldron, covered the pot, and added some firewood to the stove, and when the side of the pot was steamed, he asked his daughter-in-law, "Feng Ling, look at the watch, pinch a little." ”

"Hey!" Zhang Fengling raised her left wrist to look at the time, "It's ten o'clock!" With his right hand, he continued to pull the cabbage in the cauldron.

Shen Mengxi stood at the door of the east house, listened to their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talk for a while, and then returned to the kang.

Alas, this steamed bun is simply too fragrant, kneaded vigorously, layer by layer, very chewy, rich wheat fragrance, full of taste buds, the more you chew, the sweeter it is, the alkaline noodles are a little too much, and the steamed buns are slightly yellow, which stimulates her buried memories for many years, and she eats it with tears in her eyes.

She ate all the delicious food, and it was not as good as this mouthful of steamed buns with white sugar.

A six or seven-year-old boy opened the door and came in, stood at the door and called "Auntie", Shen Mengxi didn't remember whose child it was, but answered first.

He broke half of the steamed bun in his hand, leaving the part he had bitten and gave the rest to the boy.

"I don't want it! Auntie, you can eat. The boy put his hands behind his back and took a step back, as if to show that he really didn't want it.

"I can't eat, you can do me a favor." Shen Mengxi sent the steamed bun forward again.

The boy walked over and took the steamed bun, "Okay, then I'll help my aunt eat it." He carefully took the steamed bun and picked up a few grains of white sugar that fell on the kang and ate them.

"Sweet!" The boy said with a smile. The boy does not look ugly when he eats, and he does not speak when he chews.

"Where's your mom and dad?"

"They're still on the farm."

"Which forest farm?"

"Aomine Forest Farm."

"Oh." Shen Mengxi knew about this forest farm, and he even went to deliver a woman back then.

Qi Zhou laughed at the door, took half a steamed bun, returned to the stove and said to his daughter-in-law: "One is seven years old, the other is six years old, sitting on the kang and talking about adults, it's interesting!" ”

"Mom, why did you get the steamed buns back?"

"Baozhu gave him half of his own, I listened to a few words at the door, but I didn't go in, the two of them are like little adults, you and I will say one sentence." Qi Zhoushi smiled and kicked Chai He into the stove, picked up a rag and wiped the lid of the pot again.

The second door opened, and Qi Youheng and his wife came with their two sons.

"Fourth, Xiuzhi, are you off work?" Qi Zhou put down the rag and asked with a smile.

"Sister-in-law, today on Sunday, I don't go to work, I brought Zhuzhu's luggage, and I have to trouble my sister-in-law and niece these days!" Lu Xiuzhi pointed to the futon that her son was holding and said.

"Don't bother, it's all my own children, I'm rare orbs, the child is here, you can put a hundred hearts!" Qi Zhou said. He turned his head and shouted again: "Home, go and call your grandfather and they come back for dinner!" ”

"Hey!" Qi Weijia buttoned his hat to his head, shouted to his uncle and aunt, and ran out.

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During the meal, there were two large tables on the kang and underground, the old man Qi plus the three generations of the uncle's family of seven, the Qi Youheng family of six, plus the grandson of the three masters, Qi Weixing, a full fourteen people.

Shen Mengxi was sick, and sat on the kang table with the elders, and the rest of the juniors were on the big table on the ground, and the Qi Wei family didn't even have a stool at all, so they ate standing up.

As soon as the old man Qi moved the chopsticks, the kang and the kang all started, there was nothing to smack, grab the vegetables, eat gently, and sandwich the dishes in front of him, Qi Zhou's from time to time to give everyone some dishes and hand over a steamed bun.

Old man Qi also drank a cup of wine, and after the meal, he also filled a bag of cigarettes, and after two puffs, the room was filled with green smoke, choking Shen Mengxi coughed, and the old man hurriedly handed the cigarette bag to Qi Security Guard, "Take it out and knock it, smoke the beads!" ”

Zhang Fengling said with a smile while picking up the dishes and chopsticks: "In this family, the treasure bead can let my master take a sip less, and no one can change it!" ”

Old Man Qi snorted, "A bunch of boys, what's so delicate!" ”

Zhang Fengling walked into the kitchen with a plate and muttered, "Alas, aren't all bat gold expensive in anyone's house." ”