After about twenty minutes, the aunt came out of it.

She walked on without saying anything.

An Luan moved a little step to her side, she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at her aunt, she lowered her head deeply, like a child who had made a mistake. She was originally a child.

The aunt turned her head to look at her, sighed softly, and spoke: "I discussed with your aunt, and we will support you for a month." Now I'll raise you for a month, and you can go home with me. ”

An Luan looked up at her aunt in a daze - oh my God, my aunt's voice is so good, and the sun behind her is so warm.

Thank you Sunshine, thank you for being your most devout believer.

Returning to her aunt's home again, An Luan only felt happy.

She helps her aunt do everything with sincerity and gratitude.

Yes, how grateful An Luan is to her aunt, in her uncertain world, it is her aunt who comforts her again and again and gives her a warm and loving residence.

An Luan was anxious to do anything for her aunt, and she was anxious to repay her kindness.

Just like now she stepped into the fire cradle, her hands eagerly looking for dry corn leaves, she wanted to quickly light the fire and make a pot for her aunt.

The aunt came over with a sieve, she stood in front of the pot and distilled the steamed buns one by one, but when she looked up, she saw An Luan squatting in front of the stove and burning the pot seriously.

The expression on the aunt's face softened more and more, and she walked over and said, "I don't need you to burn the pot, where can you go to play." ”

An Luan felt soft and excited in her heart, and she looked at her aunt with a smile.

The aunt has already walked over, "Go, get up, I'll burn." The aunt squatted down and turned around to hold the firewood and said.

"I burned my aunt. It's not like I haven't burned it. In my uncle, I cook the pot every day. ”

"I'll burn it myself, where are you going, I don't need you here." The aunt said and turned around to take away the firewood in An Luan's hand.

An Luan dodged and didn't give it to her, "Auntie really, you let me burn it." An Luan said with an uncomfortable wrinkled face.

The aunt didn't twist with her anymore, sat on the stool next to her, and looked at An Luan.

"Hehe, you burned the pot every day that uncle?"

An Luan whispered.

"Won't they burn it themselves, let you burn it." The aunt frowned.

An Luan smiled indifferently and said, "I'm not tired of burning the pot." ”

"Alas!" The aunt sighed. "You kid is so weird, you like to work, and you don't want to work if you don't want to."

The kitchen began to fall silent—even silence with her aunt could make An Luan feel that happy.

It didn't take long for the rice to be cooked.

The aunt got up and stood in front of the pot, lifted the lid of the pot, and the smoke immediately swarmed out and enveloped the aunt.

An Luan looked at the aunt who was gathered in the smoke of the cooking, and thought it was so good-looking, the aunt was in the thinner and thinner mist, looking down and picking up the steamed buns in the pot, it was so good-looking, how much like her mother.

An Luan has always been well-fed at her aunt's house; It's not like the satisfaction of not being able to eat at my uncle's house.

After eating, my aunt went out to work.

When my aunt came back, she had a basket of rape between her elbows.

The aunt sat in front of the door with her legs open, facing the sun and choosing vegetables.

An Luan ran over and squatted beside her aunt's lap and chose with her.

The aunt smiled gently, "Let's choose this dish to eat tomorrow morning." ”

An Luan is happy in her heart, and she will be able to eat the food made by her aunt again tomorrow morning.

Still the same as before, An Luan and his aunt slept in the same bed.

The aunt sleeps at that end, and An Luan sleeps at this end.

An Luan always pretended to sleep very heavy and unconscious, and An Luan gently hugged her aunt's feet to sleep.

How much she loves her aunt and loves her all.

My aunt's toes were calloused, and my aunt's feet were cracked deep in several places. An Luan looked at the heavy and cool uncomfortable in his heart.

An Luan always wakes up in the morning and does a childish stupid thing.

She would open her eyes and quickly close them, she told herself over and over again in her heart that this was at the uncle's house, this was at the uncle's house, and then she opened her eyes violently, and her clear eyes looked around her familiar surroundings mischievously, the beams and furnishings, and the scenery outside the window: Wow! So I'm at my aunt's house! It turns out that I went back to my aunt's house!

She happily did this childish thing, so that she got a very great sense of happiness when she woke up in the morning.

The salty buns made by my aunt are really as delicious as before.

An Luan ate two and a half in a row.

"After you eat, go to the house and get a clean bag for your grandfather and grandmother to eat."

An Luan was biting on the salty bun with her mouth open, and her big eyes looked straight at her aunt, her eyes shining.

An Luan rushed into the house and found a clean bag, and filled eight or nine in a row.

She lowered her head and counted how many salty buns there were in the bag.

An Luan turned her head excitedly and ran out quickly, and she suddenly stopped: Hey, no, I haven't got one for Liu Zhiye yet. Let him also taste how delicious the salty buns made by his aunt are.

An Luan looked up at the front, her feet pedaling the bicycle quickly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but smile.

She looked down and looked at the bag of salty buns hanging on the handlebars of the bicycle, and her heart was excited and moved to spread in her heart.

She swore in her heart and said: Auntie, when I grow up, I will definitely repay you when I have money, repay you for your kindness to my grandfather and grandmother, and to me.