Chapter 112: Stewed Chicken
She lifted her feet slightly, and the whole person lay on Lan Qi's bed.
His head rested on the dry and fluffy pillow of Lan Qi, and he turned his head sideways to smell his breath on the pillow, the smell of clean and sunny.
In a daze, he lost consciousness and fell into a dream.
When Qi Ye opened his eyes again, he was woken up by a loud chirp outside the window.
Her hair was messily bouncing off the bed, her eyes closed and her brow furrowed.
And the chirping outside the window did not mean to stop, but became higher and higher.
Qi Ye angrily hammered the bed, "Call again!" If you tell me again, I'll stew you!" Noisy me to sleep, isn't it too long?! ”
As soon as he finished roaring, a small crack opened in the door of Lan Qi's room.
Lan Qingmei poked her head and smiled at Qi Ye, who was "going crazy" on the bed.
"Granddaughter-in-law, are you awake?"
Qi Ye frowned and tried to open his eyes, looked at Lan Qingmei's smiling face, and nodded gently.
As a result, I heard the rooster crowing outside the window again.
I got out of bed, put on my shoes, and strode out the door.
"Granddaughter-in-law! Where are you going?! Lan Qingmei chased after Qi Ye and shouted loudly.
"I'm going to stew that chicken that is making me sleep!" Qi Ye roared angrily.
"Granddaughter-in-law! That's not our chicken! You can't just stew it! Lan Qingmei's face changed, and she hurriedly ran out to dissuade Qi Ye.
Qi Ye, who was pulled back by Lan Qingmei, sat on the stool with a displeased face after washing.
The old lady did not speak to her again, and went into her room on her own, humming a little song and packing up her clothes.
Qi Ye listened to the little music that flowed out of the house, got up and walked to the door of the old lady's house.
Leaning against the door frame and raising her eyebrows, she looked at Lan Qingmei with a smile on her face, folding her clothes on the left and on the right.
"This dress is torn, don't ask for it."
Lan Qingmei looked at the holes in the corners of her clothes with a bitter face, and turned her head to look at Qi Ye with her clothes, "How can you not want it?" I like this dress very much, it was bought for me by my mother-in-law. ”
Then he put the clothes in the cloth bag and continued to fold the other clothes.
Qi Ye shook his head helplessly, and pointed to the clothes in Lan Qingmei's hand, "This dress has faded, throw it away." ”
Lan Qingmei held her clothes tightly in her arms, "You can't throw it away!" This was specially bought by Lan Qi's grandfather at the bazaar and given to me. ”
Qi Ye frowned and watched as countless patched, faded, and dyed clothes were stuffed into the cloth bag by Lan Qingmei.
Then Lan Qingmei patted the cloth bag and nodded with satisfaction: "That's all for the clothes, let's go clean up the quilt, granddaughter-in-law." ”
Qi Ye stared at her with wide eyes, stepped forward and grabbed Lan Qingmei's arm, "Old lady, what are you doing packing up the quilt?" If the house in the city has a quilt, don't bring the quilt, in case Lan Qi and you want to come back to live during the holiday. ”
Lan Qingmei stopped her hand, thought for a while, and said approvingly, "Daughter-in-law, what you said makes sense, then let's go to the backyard to bring the grain, it will take a long time to arrive by car, I specially gave you steamed steamed buns last night, let's eat them on the road." ”
After saying that, Qi Ye turned around and walked out of the house in Qi Ye's surprise and walked towards the kitchen.
Qi Ye watched the short and fat little old lady humming a song in the kitchen while pretending to be a steamed bun, and her body was still swaying rhythmically, but she was a good seedling for square dancing.
couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and finally understood what it meant to have an old man in the family.
In the end, Qi Ye followed the old lady out of the yard with the old lady's cloth bag and a bag of steamed buns she packed, looked at her reluctantly looking at the yard, and then locked the gate.