Away from the big book, the educated youth became the village favorite by running errands

Song's mother was not sleeping soundly, and she sat up from the bed as soon as Song Youhui opened the door.

Mother Song smoothed her hair, and seeing that Father Song was sleeping too soundly, she did not wake him up, and tiptoed out of the room.

"Don't call your dad, let him have a good sleep under the influence of alcohol, and we can just leave some dumplings for him.

Where are Shuangshuang and Youlin? Are they asleep too?"

Because he had been working night shifts for several days in a row, Song's father hadn't had a good rest. Plus, the old lady had made such a fuss today, so it was good for Song's father to vent his anger.

Song's mother didn't see her daughter and younger son, and thought that the two children couldn't hold on and went into the house to sleep.

"They are cooking dumplings in the kitchen."

"How can you be a big brother? Didn't I tell you to wake me up when it's time to cook dumplings? Why are you asking your sister and brother to go to the kitchen?"

Mother Song patted Brother Song lightly and went to the kitchen.

Brother Song touched his nose and followed behind.

When Song's mother came, Song Shuangshuang was scooping dumplings with a colander, and Song Youlin was about to bring them into the house.

"Why don't you two wake up mom? You've been busy for several days and don't even know how to take a good rest. Let your eldest brother cook."

"Well, isn't it true that Big Brother has been working hard these past two days? Besides, cooking dumplings isn't that tiring."

Song Shuangshuang served another plate of dumplings and asked the eldest brother of the Song family to come and serve it.

Song's mother wanted to take over, but she didn't let her.

"Okay, Mom, you should hurry into the house. I didn't cook too much, just two dishes. I figured my dad wouldn't be able to get up, so I didn't cook his portion."

Song Shuangshuang extinguished the fire in the stove and pushed her mother towards the main room.

"Mom, you really need to help me. Wait a moment." Song Shuangshuang found four more bowls, filled four bowls with dumpling soup, and handed one bowl to Song's mother.

Original soup and original food, I almost forgot.

After eating the dumplings, it’s a good time to drink some dumpling soup.

If it weren't for the dumplings, Song Shuangshuang would have run into the space and had a good time.

However, it was also nice to be with my family and spend the New Year's Eve together. It was different from being with Tan Anjing and He Feiyang in Jiangjia Village.

I don’t know where Jiang Jingcheng is at this time.

Whether he is at home accompanying Uncle Jiang and Aunt Jiang, or going up the mountain to accompany Grandpa Jiang and others.

It seems that the one at home may be older. This year, He Feiyang is left alone, and he will probably have to go to the mountain to accompany Grandpa Sun and Uncle Wen.

Then this New Year's Eve dinner...

Song Shuangshuang thought that Uncle Wen and the others would not let He Feiyang cook, otherwise it would be a waste of food.

At most, let him cook some dumplings.

……

This was indeed the case. When He Feiyang wanted to cook in the evening, he was stopped by Uncle Wen.

"Okay, okay, go over there and chop wood with Jingcheng. Don't ruin the meat!"

"Well, teacher, that's not the case. I still know how to cook."

"Come on, you know how to cook? I'm so thankful that you didn't starve to death these past few days. Don't think I don't know that the Song siblings made a bunch of dumplings, buns, and steamed buns for you before they left with Tan Zhiqing. They were just afraid that you would starve to death.

If you could cook, could they do that?"

Wen Zicheng looked at He Feiyang with disdain.

He Feiyang "..." touched his nose and wondered how the teacher knew so much.

Jiang Jingcheng held back his laughter while chopping firewood, preparing to wait for Shuangshuang to come back so he could tell her the story.

He Feiyang naturally saw Jiang Jingcheng's reaction and glared at him unhappily, "Don't think I don't know what you think."

This guy is mean and mean. Jiang Jingcheng was almost always there when he made a fool of himself these two days.

He must have been planning to tell this to Song Shuangshuang as a joke.

If Song Shuangshuang knew about it, what would be the difference between that and Tan Anjing knowing about it?

Oh, there’s also Song Youlin, he will definitely be laughed at too.

What kind of bad friends are he making?

At this moment, He Feiyang felt that he had misjudged people. He had been laughed at so many times just for cooking.

"Well, I didn't intend to hide it from you." Jiang Jingcheng was not polite.

He Feiyang: "..."

He is really!!!

After taking two deep breaths, he decided to chop wood. There was no chance of making a good fire by chopping wood.

After a while, Jiang Jingcheng was ready to go back. Since He Feiyang was with him, he could come over with his parents later.

Jiang Jingcheng said something to Grandpa Jiang and went down the mountain.

"Don't go back by yourself after dinner. Stay here with Grandpa and the others for a while. I'll come with my parents later, and we'll go back together. It's safe."

"Okay, then go back slowly."

He Feiyang did not refuse, as the mountain road was indeed difficult to walk on at night.

He had to be careful when going down the mountain with Song Youlin before, but now he is alone and it is really a bit unsafe.

When Jiang Jingcheng and his family of three came in the evening, He Feiyang was cooking dumplings.

"Wow, Uncle Wen actually let you cook dumplings?"

Jiang Jingcheng has become familiar with He Feiyang in the past few days and they have started talking more.

He Feiyang was shocked. Why didn't the soup spoon go into the pot?

"I can't cook, so can I not make dumplings?" He Feiyang gritted his teeth in anger.

Jiang Jingcheng's words are sometimes more irritating than Song Youhui's! No wonder they will be a family in the future.

Suddenly thinking of the dumplings in Song Shuangshuang's courtyard, He Feiyang was no longer angry and said to Jiang Jingcheng

“Thanks to Song Shuangshuang and the others, who knew I couldn’t cook, they made a lot of dumplings and buns and froze them in the yard.

The dumpling filling was made by Song Shuangshuang. I have to say, her cooking skills are really good.

Hey, have you eaten it yet? "

Seeing the smile on Jiang Jingcheng's face disappear, He Feiyang was satisfied.

Tsk, and you're making fun of him.

Several elders who were talking in the room also heard the conversation between the two and smiled knowingly.

How should I put it, the dumplings cooked by He Feiyang... well, they’re edible.

But he was glared at by Uncle Wen several times, and he thought to himself that he must not let this kid mess up their kitchen in the future.

I don’t know whether Tan Zhiqing will dislike him in the future.

Really... If He Feiyang didn’t know the Song siblings, he would have starved to death.

How could he be so stupid?

He Feiyang had no idea that the teacher disliked him. He was just wondering why his method of cooking the dumplings was correct, so he cooked them so well that they cracked.

"I can see that you really know how to cook dumplings."

Jiang Jingcheng was half leaning against the door, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking in a good mood.

He had something fun to tell Shuangshuang again.

He Feiyang: "..."

Forget it, it’s New Year’s Day, he won’t bother with Jiang Jingcheng.

Grandpa Jiang and Grandpa Sun are too old to stay up until midnight before going to bed, so Father and Mother Jiang stayed with Grandpa Jiang and talked for a while before going back.

In previous years, they would also go up the mountain to see Grandpa Jiang during the Chinese New Year.

After going down the mountain, Jiang's father and mother didn't let Jiang Jingcheng accompany them, and asked him to send He Feiyang back.

He Feiyang wanted to refuse, but Jiang Jingcheng agreed first.

He Feiyang looked at Jiang Jingcheng in confusion. He had walked this route so many times. Did he still need him to escort him?

He just thought Jiang Jingcheng was being polite, but when he walked outside Song Shuangshuang's courtyard, he knew why.

Jiang Jingcheng actually climbed over the wall into Song Shuangshuang's yard right in front of him, and turned on a flashlight. After a while, he climbed out again.

He Feiyang couldn't figure out what he was doing.

But when he saw Jiang Jingcheng take out a few frozen dumplings from his pocket, he understood everything in an instant...

"You only have two steps to get home, so I won't see you off."

Jiang Jingcheng waved his hand and left.