At this moment, Xie Yuanjiu couldn't wait for a hole in the ground to drill down directly, and his face turned red to the base of his neck.

He stumbled.

"This, you made this braised pork? It was so delicious that I couldn't hold back it. ”

Yao Wenjing couldn't cry or laugh, no matter how delicious this was, she couldn't eat it all, this was specially made for her grandmother.

But seeing that he came back from afar, just for the sake of giving his grandmother white-flour steamed buns, Yao Wenjing couldn't say anything.

I saw her smile.

"Uncle Yuan Jiu, if you like it, I can cook it for you next time, but you can't steal the dishes you cook for Grandpa Xie tomorrow."

Saying that, Yao Wenjing also playfully stuck out her tongue, Xie Yuanjiu suddenly felt embarrassed, did this little girl think of herself as a gluttonous ghost who can only steal food, it is really embarrassing and embarrassing.

However, when I thought of being able to eat such delicious braised pork in the future, I faintly looked forward to it.

"I promise, I promise not, but I'd love to know what you're going to cook for Grandpa tomorrow."

Yao Wenjing sold a pass.

"You'll know tomorrow, by the way, are you going back to the commune tomorrow, then I'll do it early tomorrow, you can bring it to grandpa by the way, okay, I just moved to the back village, I want to tidy up the house, and turn out the piece of land at the back of the house."

Originally, Xie Yuanjiu still wanted to go back to the hospital to guard his grandfather after delivering the steamed buns, but as soon as Yao Wenjing's words came out, he immediately changed his mind.

"Okay, I'll go home and get the lunch box, and I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

Mrs. Li had been surrounding Xie Yuanjiu all the time, looking at him with a smile, and when she saw him turn around and go out, she immediately took his hand.

"Guoqiang, don't you have this lunch box in the drawer, where are you going?"

As she spoke, she really turned out a Lu lunch box in a drawer, which looked very old, and one corner was bumped and dented, but it was scrubbed very clean and spotless.

In the corner of the lunch box, there are three vigorous small characters: Yao Guoqiang.

Yao Wenjing and Xie Yuanjiu glanced at each other, and immediately understood something, Yao Wenjing pulled her grandmother over and whispered softly to comfort her.

"Grandma, this is not an uncle, the uncle is still making a lot of money outside, and he will take grandma over to enjoy the happiness in the future."

Xie Yuanjiu on the side also added.

"That's right, Grandma Li, I'm Xiao Jiu, the same Xiao Jiu who stole the eggs in your chicken coop when I was a child, and was chased by you and beaten the whole village."

Yao Wenjing sneered, and sure enough, he liked to eat secretly since he was a child.

Mrs. Li finally listened to this, tilted her head and looked at Xie Yuanjiu again and again, and then rubbed his face with her hands, and finally believed his words.

"Yes, Guoqiang is better looking than you, not like you are as black as charcoal, but Xiao Jiu has grown so big, why hasn't Guoqiang come back to see my mother."

There was a little solemnity in the air, and the old lady was silent and stuffed the lunch box back into the drawer.

"Guoqiang's lunch box, I can't use it for you, otherwise he won't be useful when he comes back from school."

Speaking of which, when Yao Guoqiang left, at Xie Yuanjiu's age, no wonder the old lady admitted her mistake, after she put the lunch box just right, the smile on her face was gone, and she went back to her room in silence, sat in front of the window and began to sew clothes again.

Yao Wenjing squeezed out a smile.

"Grandma, I'm going to fry some vegetables, and I'll be able to eat right away."

Looking at the bowl of braised pork on the table, Xie Yuanjiu fled, and that night, there was a strong smell of meat wafting under the entire plane tree, causing Xie Yuanjiu to not sleep well all night.

I don't know what this girl has done, but when I think of her moving to the back village, I feel that the back village, which was as silent as death, is full of life.