At the moment when Shen Yiyi stretched out his hand to help him, Wen Boyuan paused obviously, but he quickly calmed down, walked into the house steadily, and poured the pot of meat into his own basin.

The houses here are all the same, with two small rooms, one for the bedroom and the smaller one for the kitchen.

Wen Boyuan's home is very clean, and the house is also clear at a glance, just a kang and a broken quilt, and it seems that there is not even a mattress.

The kitchen is also clean and smacking, the cauldron was sent by Gu Zumo, and then the big vat just delivered, and then a basin, a bowl, and a pair of chopsticks made of branches, there is nothing left.

"Grandpa, you don't eat salt?" Shen Yiyi looked around, and saw the food that was sent, but the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, why is there nothing?

Stretched out like a chicken's paw, there was a small paper bag wrapped in paper, and inside was a small pinch of large grains of salt.

Shen Yiyi stared at the few grains of salt, her eyes suddenly blurred, and then she turned around and ran out, "Grandpa Wen, don't go out yet, I'll come later." ”

Mrs. Shen followed behind her daughter, probably guessing that her daughter was soft-hearted again, and she also hurriedly told Wen Boyuan, "Uncle Wen, my little girl may have gone back to get you salt, don't go out yet, wait for her at home, she will come in a while." ”

How can this person do it without salt, just like the white-haired girl, they were all educated by that film back then, and they knew that the girl was forced by the landlord to hide in the mountains, just because she didn't eat salt, she had gray hair at a young age.

glanced at Wen Boyuan, who is also white-haired, although it is normal for sixty or seventy years old to have white hair, but there is no black hair, don't really make trouble without salt, right?

Thinking about it like this, Shen Lao Niang blamed herself even more, she had a lot of salt in her house, why did she forget to bring some to this old man, today thanks to her daughter, otherwise she would definitely not have noticed this.

Shen Lao Niang blamed herself as she walked, and her legs and feet had already walked out of the door.

Then Wen Boyuan kept standing at the door of the house, looking at the fence door, until he saw the little figure reappear, and his eyes returned to his stupid and stupid appearance.

Shen Yiyi used her treasure basket again this time, and took out a bag of salt, a small jar of kimchi, a bottle of soybean oil, well, and a pound of sugar.

The girl's small back basket was taken down and put there, and Mrs. Shen didn't care about it.

This, this, and soybean oil, as well as sugar.

To tell the truth, Mrs. Shen was really a little reluctant to give away such a precious thing.

Shen Yiyi came back by running, of course, faster than her mother, so the two of them met outside, looking at Shen Laoniang's constipated look, she knew that her mother wanted to pretend to be generous, but she really couldn't pretend to be a little bit unbearable.

Fortunately, when she came, she put more things in the basket on the back of the third brother, and there were more of the same things in the basket on the back of the third brother.

"Mom, Mom, my third brother still has it in his basket, let's give these to Grandpa Wen, I heard my dad say that he was not less helped by the head of the Wen family back then."

"I know, Mom didn't want to stop you, go ahead, send it to your Grandpa Wen."

"Alas, I'll listen to my mother, so I'll send these things to Grandpa Wen's house." In fact, as soon as he turned around, Shen Yiyi's small back basket had five more catties of millet, five catties of white flour, and a bag of tea.