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Chapter 175 The Warm Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang

Before Xiong Er and Hu San could take a few steps, Ye Nanfeng quickly patted the tiger's head and shouted, "Where are you going? We're not going to the village, we're going the other way!"

Xiong Er and Hu San glanced at each other, the atmosphere was a little awkward, and they didn't tell themselves where they were going, didn't they always go this way?
Ye Nanfeng also slapped himself on the forehead, blaming himself for not saying where he was going. These two idiots must want to go to the village according to the previous route.

"You guys can't understand the map, so turn around quickly and go straight. If you need to adjust the direction, I will tell you."

This time, the defense was finally adjusted, and the large army moved in the completely opposite direction from before.

After walking for a while, a family appeared on a small slope in the plain. Ye Nanfeng watched the smoke rising, and many thoughts of the past flashed in his mind.

So he asked Xiong Er and Hu San to wait for a while, and walked to the yard alone.

"Uncle Yang, Aunt Yang, are you at home?"

Ye Nanfeng approached the yard and yelled. Immediately there was movement from the kitchen. A middle-aged woman wearing an apron came out, wiping her hands with the apron.

"The south wind is coming, haven't you eaten yet? Hurry up and eat!"

Looking at this familiar smiling face, Ye Nanfeng felt very kind, and couldn't help but feel a warm current in his heart, he nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I just happened to be hungry, but this time I didn't bring anything, Uncle Yang must be unhappy again."

"What words! How dare he! Bring something, come in quickly, isn't this your own home!" Aunt Yang patted Ye Nanfeng, then dragged Ye Nanfeng into the restaurant.

Entering the restaurant, there are several home-cooked dishes on a small square table. On the seat directly opposite the door, a black-faced man is sitting there with a small glass of wine in front of him.

"You kid still knows to come and see. Your aunt said that you came back a long time ago, and you only came here now. Hurry up and have a drink with me!"

Uncle Yang patted the place beside him, set the table and chopsticks for Ye Nanfeng, and then poured another glass of wine.

"I've wanted to come here a long time ago, but I've been too busy during this period. I originally thought about coming to visit another day with good wine and food, but I couldn't hold back when I passed by today."

Ye Nanfeng was not polite either, sitting on the stool and smiling honestly.

Aunt Yang looked at Ye Nanfeng gently, then rolled her eyes at Uncle Yang, "Don't drink too much to Nanfeng again, and drink less yourself! I'll cook two more dishes for you!"

"I know the size of this kid! You know the size of mine, don't worry!"

"Auntie, don't bother, what do you want to cook with so many dishes!" Ye Nanfeng was a little helpless. After all these years, my aunt is still so enthusiastic.

"No trouble, no trouble, it's hard to come here once, Auntie is happy! You eat more, don't compete with your uncle for wine."

Ye Nanfeng looked at Aunt Yang who was busy, then at Uncle Yang who was looking at him, shook his head, picked up the wine glass and clinked a glass with Uncle Yang.

"Come on, uncle, to tell you the truth, I'm good at drinking now, you may not be able to drink more than me!"

"Hahaha, you kid think that after a few years in the big city, you will be better than your uncle? It seems that you have forgotten the thing about being drunk under the table before! Come on, do it!"

Uncle Yang let out a hearty laugh, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, and Ye Nanfeng also drank it down in one gulp.

After drinking two cups, Aunt Yang had finished cooking and sat down. The first thing she did was not to eat, but to keep adding vegetables to Ye Nanfeng.

"You said you didn't say hello when you came back. I went up to clean up your house and found that there was smoke in the house again, so I knew you must be back."

While feeding Ye Nanfeng with vegetables, Aunt Yang complained that Ye Nanfeng didn't tell her when he came back.

"I've been too busy during this period, so I couldn't come here. Auntie, don't blame me, but it will be fine in two days. I will go out and come back when I come back. Then I will give you a taste of my craftsmanship!"

Ye Nanfeng picked up the wine glass and drank it himself. He was not related by blood, but was just the neighbor's aunt. He really felt a little sorry, but also very moved.

My parents had a good relationship with Uncle Yang and his wife before they were alive. After they passed away, they cleaned the houses here regularly, as did the original orchard.

Thinking about it, Ye Nanfeng took another glass of wine, stood up and said to Aunt Yang, "Thank you for your help for so many years."

"You child, what are you doing here? Sitting and eating vegetables. We have watched you grow up. We should help you a little. You are better than anything else. How come you have become so strange after going out for a few years? gone."

Aunt Yang quickly pushed Ye Nanfeng on the stool, looking at this handsome and distressed young man, Aunt Yang felt a little emotional for a while.

"That's right, you just said that you wanted us to try your handicrafts. Have you forgotten what happened when my house caught fire for the first time? Didn't it mean that you said you were going to cook? At first, everyone was very pleased, but in the end you directly put The kitchen is on fire!"

Uncle Yang smiled and talked about Ye Nanfeng's past embarrassment. When he was very young, he was a bit mischievous and sensible. He saw his mother and aunt working hard and wanted to help them share.

As a result, the adult just went out to wash his hands, and the kitchen was on fire. Ye Nanfeng was quite brave at that time, not crying or making noise, trying to put out the fire. In the end, his face was completely black, and a head of burnt hair was burned. pulled out.

That day, several people stood in front of a piece of burnt ruins, watching a black-faced child laughing very happily.

Uncle Yang had a good attitude, not only didn't blame Ye Nanfeng, but felt that Ye Nanfeng was very brave and handled it well, but he was too young, otherwise this fire could have been avoided.

When Ye Nanfeng heard Uncle Yang mention the old things, he chuckled. He also remembered this incident clearly, because later when Uncle Yang rebuilt the house, he came to help move the bricks.

"Why bring this up, come here, Uncle Yang, let me toast you!"

"Hahaha, the kid knows how to be shy now! Come on, let's go!"

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Uncle Yang was already a little dizzy from drinking. Ye Nanfeng sent Uncle Yang back to the room, helped him to the bed and covered him with a quilt.

"Nanfeng, you kid are not allowed to run, drink!"

Ye Nanfeng watched Uncle Yang talking drunkenly, closed the door gently, and backed out.

Walking to the kitchen, he saw Aunt Yang cleaning up. Ye Nanfeng was going to help, but Aunt Yang tried her best to stop her.

"My aunt is not old enough to ask you, a young man, to help me with this kind of thing. Don't you still have something to do? Hurry up and do your work. Remember to come over when you have time. Auntie is happy to see you coming!"

"Okay, it should only take two or three days to come back, and I will definitely come over then!"

In the end, Ye Nanfeng waved goodbye to Aunt Yang and walked out of Aunt Yang's yard.

(End of this chapter)