The happy little days of the Ye family

Thinking of delicious food, the grandfather and grandson walked quickly to the hall happily.

Mother Ye picked up a steaming hot pot and handed it to Mrs. Ye.

"Mom, this Guokui has just been freshly baked. Please take a look and try it."

"You don't have to taste it to know it's delicious."

Mrs. Ye wiped the dirt on her body and took the still hot pot helmet.

After taking a big bite, Mrs. Ye praised her repeatedly:

"The crust of this pie is quite tasty, and the meat filling inside is well-seasoned. Although it's not as good as the ones sold outside, it's still pretty good."

Hearing Mrs. Ye's praise, Ye Qingqing and Ye Xilin couldn't wait to pick up a pot helmet.

Xiao Qi stood up on tiptoes and stretched out her little hands to grab one. She was immediately stopped by Ye Mu who was standing beside her and stuffed half a piece of brown sugar cake into his hand.

The little guy is very easy to coax. When he sees something to eat, he doesn't worry about the pot helmet in the bowl. He holds half a piece of brown sugar cake and starts chewing it with a smile.

"Mom, is the plum, vegetable and meat filling inside a little bland?" Ye Xilin took two bites and felt that something was missing. It would be better if there was just a little more salt.

Ye Mu also felt that it was a little bland, "I put some salt in the noodles. I was afraid it was too salty, so I made the meat filling a little lighter. I will add more salt next time."

With his mouth full, Ye Qingqing raised his head and said:

"I think the saltiness is okay, but the crust is a bit harder than the ones bought from outside, and not as crispy as yesterday."

Ye Xilin on the side nodded in agreement, "The taste is still good, but the dough is indeed a bit tough."

"Is it because there is too little lard? Or is the heat not right?" It was the first time to do this, and Ye Mu had no experience.

Mrs. Ye looked at Mother Ye who was still thinking and smiled heartily:

"Although the taste is a bit bland, I think it's quite delicious, and the pancake is chewy. It's good to be able to do this for the first time. You two don't want to be picky."

"Only by being strict can you make progress." Ye Xilin said with a smile, holding half of a pot helmet in his mouth.

"Mom, let's make it again tomorrow and adjust the details. Maybe we can sell it for money in the future."

Ye Qingqing was in high spirits and ready to have a big fight.

Grandma Ye often brings delicious food here, and she cooks fresh food at home. Naturally, Mrs. Ye can’t forget her relatives. She looked at Ye’s mother and reminded:

"Xiuxiu, take some and give it to your mother-in-law to try. My mother-in-law is well-informed and proficient in cooking. She may have some good suggestions."

Mother Ye patted her thigh excitedly, "Yes, yes, why did I forget about my mother? I'm going to ask my mother if she has any good ways to improve."

Mother Ye took a big bowl, put 4 pieces of Guokui in it, put it in a small basket, covered it with a rag, and happily went to her parents' house.

When I walked to the door, I happened to bump into Wang Chunyu who was returning from delivering roast duck and chicken.

"Mom, where are you going?"

"The pot helmets are ready. I'll take some to Dong Lin's grandma to try."

Then he asked casually: "How is the business of father and son today?"

Speaking of this, the smile on Wang Chunyu's face faded a little.

"After the Lantern Festival, all the children's New Year's money has been spent, and after the New Year, women also start to save money, and the business of the grocery store is much worse than before."

"But dad's stall on North Street has no impact. Business is still as good as usual."

Mother Ye said consolingly: "That's how business is, you can't spend a hundred days. I made a lot of money some time ago, and it doesn't matter if the business slows down after the new year. It will be fine after a while."

Wang Chunyu got off the donkey cart, "I know that the business of grocery stores will be slower at this time of year, but vegetables and grain are necessary every day, so business is not too bad."

"Just think about it, I'll go to my mother's house first."

Mother Ye was anxious to find Grandma Ye to try her newly developed plum vegetable pot helmet, and walked out quickly.

Wang Chunyu led the donkey cart in. As soon as he approached the door of the hall, Xiao Qi ran over with his short legs.

"Mom~, you're back! Hug~, hug~"

"Good for a hug, you little guy is used to being a spoiled brat."

Wang Chunyu bent down happily, picked up the heavy Xiaoqi with one hand, and led the donkey cart to the backyard with the other hand.

When they walked to the backyard, Wang Chunyu's hand holding Xiao Qi was almost numb, so he quickly put the little guy down.

"Xiao Qi is a big child. He has to walk on his own. He can't be hugged all the time."

"No, I want a hug~, a hug~"

The little guy didn't understand. He hadn't seen her for a while. He just wanted to stick to Wang Chunyu.

Seeing the little guy looking at him expectantly, Wang Chunyu felt that he was heartbroken and quickly bent down to hug Xiao Qi again.

Ye Qingqing was sitting near the door and saw Wang Chunyu and Xiao Qi coming in at a glance.

"Sister-in-law, the pickled vegetables are still hot. Try it while it's hot."

"I'll put this little enemy down first. I feel like my hand is about to break."

When Wang Chunyu returned to the hall, in addition to feeling numbness in his arms, his waist was also extremely sore.

"Xiao Qi, you are getting heavier and heavier. Mom can't hold you anymore. You have to walk by yourself from now on."

"Sister-in-law, did you take Xiaoqi to the backyard and then bring him back?"

"No, this little ancestor doesn't want to leave, and he insists on being hugged."

How could a mother refuse to act coquettishly from her own child? She had no choice but to hold this little bastard all the way.

Ye Xilin beside him said with admiration: "Sister-in-law, you are still awesome."

He held the little guy for a while and his hands got sore. He didn't expect his sister-in-law to be so strong despite her small stature.

"What's the matter? You'll know when you become a father."

Wang Chunyu took the pot helmet from Ye Qingqing's hand and took a big bite.

The crust is a little hard, but the taste is still quite good, and the aroma of the pickles and meat blends particularly well.

"Did you bake it for too long? The crust is a little hard."

Wang Chunyu often makes pastries and knows the heat well.

Ye Qingqing's eyes lit up. The heat is also very important. "It's possible. I'll try to shorten the baking time next time."

"What about the taste? Sister-in-law, what do you think of the taste of this pot helmet? Xilin and grandma said it's too bland, but I think it's okay."

Wang Chunyu took another bite of the pot helmet in his hand and tasted it carefully.

"It's a bit bland, but my taste is relatively bland, so I can accept it. Xilin and grandma, who have stronger tastes, may find it a bit bland."

Seeing that Wang Chunyu was eating well, Xiaoqi stretched out her little hand and pulled Wang Chunyu's clothes.

"Ah~, I want it too~"

"This is too hard, you can't bite it." Moreover, the freshly baked Guokui was so hot that Wang Chunyu didn't dare to give it to the little guy.

Wang Chunyu saw the little guy looking straight at the pot helmet in her hand and hurriedly finished it in twos and twos.

Then he raised his empty hands and smiled: "No!"

"Mother is bad~"

Seeing that Wang Chunyu had nothing to eat, the little guy ran over to find Ye Qingqing again.

Seeing this little bastard running away without looking back, Wang Chunyu felt a little heartbroken, "You little bastard, I really hurt you in vain."

"Hahaha, Xiaoqi likes her aunt the most, doesn't she?"

Ye Qingqing rubbed the little guy's chubby face happily.