Nie Weidong originally thought that Jiang Mi would also go to her grandmother's house for dinner, but he didn't expect that the little girl would release his pigeons.

Because he was really embarrassed to be cheeky to knock on the door of Jiang Mi's house, Nie Weidong had to stay at Jiang Mi's house and wait for lunch.

As soon as Jiang Mi Milk saw the distinguished guests coming to the door, she immediately tossed out all the delicious food at home. The pork intestines left over from the day before yesterday, the tofu sent by Jiang Mi, and the two chicken thighs left over from the stewed chicken in the morning.

But in half an hour, two meat, two vegetables and four dishes were prepared.

The taste of the food was okay, but Nie Weidong couldn't stand the excessive enthusiasm of the two old men.

In order to express their love for the distinguished guests, Jiang Mi Milk and Jiang Mi Ye scrambled to pick up vegetables for Nie Weidong with the chopsticks they had used, making Nie Weidong disgusting enough.

But if you don't eat it, you're really hungry.

Seeing the golden potato cake held by Jiang Mi, Nie Weidong went up and scooped up a large piece with his left hand. Ahh

"Have you washed your hands?"

Jiang Mi saw that he was eating happily, rolled his eyes and asked him.

"Woo, washed up."

Nie Weidong really washed his hands before eating. This is a good habit he has developed since he was a child, taught by his doctor's mother. But at this time, even if you don't wash your hands, don't eat the saliva of the old man's wife.

Seeing that Nie Weidong likes to eat, Jiang Miye and Jiang Mi didn't touch those potato cakes.

Aunt Jiang used a very fast speed to get some garlic paste for Nie Weidong.

"Delicious! Delicious! ”

Stained with a special garlic paste mixed with salt, monosodium glutamate, and cold boiled water, Nie Weidong felt like he had been hungry for three days, and a few large pieces of potato cakes quickly entered his stomach.

After eating, it didn't seem to be enjoyable, and he looked at Jiang Mi and said, "That's all, gone?" ”

"How could it be gone? The rice family must still be there. If you don't have enough, let the rice go home and get it again. ”

Aunt Jiang didn't know if she had taken the wrong medicine today, and she estimated that Jiang Mi would not be happy.

Jiang Mi thought that he would send Nie Weidong back in the afternoon, and he would ask Nie Changhe to help sell Ganoderma lucidum, so he reluctantly took the foodie Nie Weidong back to his home.

"Mom, are there any more hash browns?"

As soon as he entered the street, Jiang Mi asked. In fact, she would have wished her mom had said no. Because according to her estimate, Nie Weidong's house should have eaten enough, and it would be a waste to eat again.

Li Lamei is a sincere person, seeing Jiang Mi asking, while shoveling the last potato cake out of the pot, she responded: "Yes, it's enough for you to eat." ”

Jiang Mi had no choice but to take the foodies into the yard.

Nie Weidong glanced at the courtyard of Jiang Mi's house, which was obviously narrower than Jiang Mi's house, and then at the three low blue-tiled houses and the dilapidated wooden lattice windows, and couldn't help frowning.

I thought to myself, Jiang Mi's family looks poorer than her grandmother's family. In the countryside, aren't all sons living in good houses, and Lao Tzu Niang living in broken houses? What happened to the Jiang Mi family?

When he looked into the room and saw only one plate of potato cakes on the low table inside, and the little boy on the table who was holding the potato cake and devouring it with his hands burned, Nie Weidong felt that the stomach and intestines that could have been stuffed with some potato cakes were instantly full.

For this family, perhaps a potato cake is the most luxurious food. No wonder Jiang Mi, a little liar, looks so thin.

"Ah, Weidong, come in, sit down and eat."

Li Lamei turned her head and saw Nie Weidong, and immediately smiled.

While digging out the garlic in the garlic mortar and mixing it with soy sauce, he greeted Nie Weidong.

"No, Auntie, I'm full. Eat yourselves. Nie Weidong hurriedly waved his hand and refused.

When he saw that the house was crowded, he sat down on a square stone under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard. While enduring the smell of pig dung and goose dung in the small courtyard, he waited for Jiang Mi to finish eating.

Jiang Mi saw his painful appearance with his mouth crooked, his eyes slanted, his nose and his hair rubbed, he was angry and funny.

Twin brothers who grew up in the same family, Nie Weiping not only did not dislike the smell of the yard, but also helped kill chickens.