"Girl, look, what did Dad buy for you and come back."

Ye Jian put down his daughter and pointed to the basket, his face full of joy that could not be hidden.

"Wow, there's meat."

Bean Bao was sharp-eyed, saw the pork belly at a glance, dragged it out of the basket, and ran into the kitchen.

"Stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots for dinner."

Peeweed followed suit, clasping hands together and making a gesture of riding a foal, surrounding his father and sister.

"Hahaha."

Ye Jian was so happy to see that he picked up his youngest son again and turned around twice in the same place.

"Hee-hee."

Peewee likes to hold it high the most, and his eyes are narrowed into a slit with a smile.

The small milk sound of giggling makes people feel very comfortable when they listen to it.

*

"Why did you come back early, didn't you say that you would only be home in the evening?"

When her husband came back, Wu Juan was so happy that she grabbed the basket with one hand and carried it into the house.

"I miss you."

Ye Jian then entered the door, touched his nose and said, "Say hello to the foreman, come back a little early." ”

"Have you eaten?"

Wu Juan glanced at him with a smile.

"Nope."

Ye Jian sat cross-legged on the kang and hummed a little song comfortably.

It's better to be at home!

The wife and children are hot on the kang, and there is nothing more bliss in life than this.

"I'll get you some more to eat."

Wu Juan Wan'er, put down the basket, turned around and walked out, and after a while, he came back with two steamed buns and a plate of pickles.

Ye Jian ate steamed buns with pickles, and ate the thief with his mouth shut.

The three children climbed up the pit and also picked up a small bowl to eat, and surrounded their parents to have fun.

*

After the family happily finished lunch, Ye Xiuyan took her father's hand and came to her cabin.

"Dad, these are my two new illustrations, Dad has time to take them to the bookstore and give them to the shopkeeper."

She took out a pile of illustrations from a pile of drawing paper on her desk, flipped through the two manuscripts, and placed the illustrations in their appropriate places.

Carefully roll up the manuscript, tie it with a string, put it in a bamboo tube, and hand it to my father.

"You're done painting again?"

Ye Jian's eyes lit up, and he took the bamboo tube with joy.

"Hmm."

Ye Xiuyan thought about it, pulled over the chair and sat down, picked up the pen, and wrote the names of a few herbs on the white paper: "Dad delivered the sketch, and then help me buy some herbs back." ”

"Done."

Ye Jian knew that his daughter had the ability, and the emergency pills at home were all prepared by her daughter, so she promised: "Dad will go to the county seat and send you a sketch." ”

"Dad, don't worry."

Ye Xiuyan watched her father take the paper, put it in his arms, and jumped off the chair with a smile: "You just came back, rest for a day, it's not too late to go tomorrow." ”

"Daddy isn't tired."

Running errands for his daughter, Ye Jian was full of energy: "I haven't been to the bookstore for a long time, and the shopkeeper should be in a hurry." ”

"Then you don't need to go in the afternoon."

Ye Xiuyan felt sorry for her father, grabbed his arm, and didn't let him go: "Let them wait one more day, it's been delayed for so long anyway." ”

"Well, Dad is really not tired."

Ye Jian's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, comforted his daughter, and went out of the house with the curtains: "Dad will go to the county seat and buy you some delicious food back." ”

"Hey, Dad."

Ye Xiuyan trotted out, and when she stepped out of the threshold, Ye Jian had already strode out of the yard.

*

Lingyan City, Xuelin Bookstore.

Ye Jian took an ox cart to the town, changed to a carriage, and rushed to the county seat.

He carried the basket to the bookstore, and before entering, he straightened his hair and patted the dust on his clothes.

"Uncle Ye, you can be regarded as here."

The man was overjoyed when he saw the familiar figure, and he took three steps and two steps to greet him from the bookstore: "If you don't come again, the shopkeeper will go to the countryside to look for you in person." ”