"What are you thinking?" Zijun saw that I was motionless.

I'm burning the fire, she's stir-frying. Zijun volunteered to make lunch for everyone, but my mother couldn't stop me.

"No, I'm thinking a little bit about it. ”

"The fire is too big, the dishes are going to be burned, and you have to eat them all for me. "She threatened me.

I looked at the flames in the stove that were gradually extinguishing, and wondered if Zijun was saying the opposite. My mother came in and made a final effort.

"Jun'er, I'll fry it. "My mother's name used to be Yuan Qingqing. For a long time, I thought it was my mother who wanted Yuan Qingqing to be her daughter-in-law, and later I realized that my mother had always wanted to have a daughter. It's a pity that my dad is not angry. I introduced my mother to her mother: Her name is Zijun, my classmate. My mother beat Quantum Jun up and down, and immediately said: Jun'er, I didn't bully you.

Zijun's face flushed: No.

My mother asked me secretly: You didn't lie to others, saying that our family is very rich, or someone in the family is a big official.

I wondered: Why am I saying this?

My mother said confidently: If you didn't lie to anyone, how could such a good-looking girl follow you?

I was shocked: "Mother, is your son such a useless person in your heart?"

My mom disdainful: Who knows.

After the death of Grandpa and Dad, this home is like a big tree with empty leaves in autumn, and it is much deserted inside and out. My mom always wanted me to get married early and add some excitement to the family. She knew that I was in school, and she didn't force me to get married, and today I brought Zijun back, and her face finally opened up. What's more, Zijun is polite and lively, and threw the girl in her head a few streets. She felt a lot of face on her face. A smile on his face all day long. In a while, Jun'er, what do you like to eat, I'll buy it for you. After a while, Jun'er, I'll come, and you sit there and rest.

I thought to myself, when Yuan Qingqing was in the past, you fed her all the delicious food. Now that Zijun is here, you are holding it in your hand like a treasure, am I your own child?

Zijun's stir-fry skills should be taught by a chemistry teacher, others pay attention to the color, flavor, and smell of stir-frying, but she pays attention to the black, burnt and smelly. My mom took this for granted, and told me privately that it's normal for girls from big families to not know how to cook. I don't think Zijun is cooking, he's committing a crime. Zijun fried two dishes, one plate was bitter gourd scrambled eggs, and the other was green pepper fried shredded pork, both like black soil, and the two dishes were fried for an hour and a half. Not including the time to wash the vegetables. She was so proud of her masterpiece that she let me try it, and I took a bite in horror.

Ask me: Is it delicious?

I swallowed it with tears and said: The taste is still okay, but the heat is too much and it is a little burnt.

Zijun blamed me: It's not that you didn't burn the fire seriously, it would have been good. When my mother heard this, she agreed: After a whole day of cranky thoughts, just light the fire well. Zijun happily gave the dish to my mother, and my mother tasted it and said, "Well, it tastes very good and delicious."

I thought to myself: Mother, is the tip of your tongue made of diamonds?

I called before I came back, and my mother actually prepared lunch and put it in the steamer in the morning, so that she would not have to eat the dishes cooked by Zijun. After setting the dishes, we went to help my grandmother out. The old man is in good health, but he is a little demented. I can often look at the wall for half a day. The ears are also not very easy to make.

"Little girl, what's your name?" asked the grandmother.

"Grandma, my surname is Li, and my name is Zijun. Yes and no. ”

"Oh, plum what?"

"Grandma, my name is Li Zijun"

"Li Hejun"

"Li Zijun", she tried her best to make her words clear.

"What Zi-kun"

"Li Zijun. Mu Zi Li"

"Oh, your name is Lizi, yes or no?"

I was tired of listening to it, and Zijun explained calmly. Finally, with Zijun's unremitting efforts, grandma remembered her name.

A few minutes later, my grandmother asked again, "Little girl, what is your name?" and "Grandma, my name is Zijun, I'll write it to you," and she picked up my grandmother's hand and wrote on her palm. In addition to Zijun's bad temper with me, I found that she had a super good temper with other people, and my grandmother asked her over and over again, and she always asked gentle answers over and over again. Sometimes even I am annoyed, Zijun still takes the trouble to repeat the same words to my grandmother, and even fears that she will forget, so I write it over and over again in her hand. Pour her tea, help her to go for a walk on the road, rub her shoulders. When I saw such a scene, I was moved in my heart and told myself that I must be good to Zijun in the future.