Mom was wearing an apron and holding a half-peeled orange in her hand.

Mom cooks rice with a characteristic, just like playing, you think she is watching TV, reading magazines, eating oranges, and after a while, like a trick, a table of dishes is steaming.

Small dishes for dipping vinegar, public chopsticks, public spoons, soup bowls for soup, plates for eating, medium bowls for eating, and sometimes a set meal are not enough.

Too ceremonial in my opinion.

Comrade Yuan Meijuan does not think so, in her opinion, the family sitting around eating together is the most important part of family life.

The most important thing is to talk about interesting things, drink a little wine or drink, and eat a table of dishes cleanly.

I often think that the Chinese New Year is nothing special, probably because almost every meal in our family is eaten together as a family.

"Why are you blushing, the school raised you so well?" Comrade Yuan Meijuan said.

"Where is the school up, I rode the bike back, and I rode it all the way - hot."

As I spoke, I entered the door, but my mother deftly jumped back half a step and stretched out her arm holding the orange, signaling me not to enter the door.

"What's going on here? I'm going to take a shower, Mom. ”

"Have you ever seen your grandparents on the first floor?"

My head shook rapidly, "I moved a bunch of books back, how do I get to the first floor." ”

"Oh, then go to the first floor now, when you come back, you have to see your grandparents first, you haven't been back for two months, it's still a meal at home on Qingming Day." Bring this to your grandmother, and don't eat it secretly. ”

"Oh, good."

I took a glass bowl the size of a basin, filled with white fungus and red date soup, a little cold, I think it was refrigerated in the refrigerator.

Through a layer of slightly trembling plastic wrap, the crystal clear white fungus soup is really suitable for me to drink freely now.

I:...... It seems that I probably really picked it up from the trash can next to the 16th shop pier, and I can still eat it wrapped in plastic wrap like this? I'm not a mosquito with my own straw.

My grandmother was very happy to see me returning, and she took the white fungus soup in my hand and pulled me in the door.

"Hello grandma." I say.

"Oh, why is it cold and cold, is it sweating a lot?"

"Well, after graduation, I rode my bike back, so I was sweating a little."

"Take a shower and come down again, have you drunk the white fungus soup?" Do you still want to go to school? Why did you lose weight again? ”

Me: My grandmother is really my grandmother, and my weight of less than 96 pounds is that my mother thinks I raised well in school.

"By the way, what about Grandpa? Feeding the birds in the yard? ”

"I'm reading a book." Grandma covered her mouth and snickered.

I instantly understood why my grandmother was smiling like a girl, it had rained a few times just now, and it was estimated that my grandfather was taking a nap, and he left the book in the yard and didn't get it back in time, and the book was probably drenched.

I hurriedly washed my hands and face, and walked out into the courtyard with a small bowl of white fungus soup that my grandmother had given me.

"Grandpa!"

"Ahh

"Just kidding, how could my grandfather be scared, I'm not rain!"

"I also said that the books are wet, come and help."

My grandfather was tall, half a head taller than my father in Yushu, and after going to college and meeting a lot of boys, I guess there were not many boys around me who were taller than my grandfather.

His height is estimated to be 185cm, although he has shrunk somewhat since he was in his 70s because of his bad legs, but even a miniature version of his grandfather is still a "tall man".

The master gave an order, how dare I disobey, Qi Qiran put down the white fungus soup, took the hair dryer, and carefully blew the book.