Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Zechuan's cooking skills are getting better and better. Ji Shumiao ate two large bowls of rice with the fried bacon with peppers that he made.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content, Ji Shumiao put down his chopsticks and stretched his body: "Tonight I want to eat Plants vs. Zombies - Fried bacon with garlic sprouts."

"Okay!" Zechuan agreed immediately.

Brother Lang: "You just put down your chopsticks and you're already thinking about your next meal. Are you the reincarnation of Marshal Tianpeng?"

Ji Shumiao glanced at him: "People who are eating their fourth bowl of rice have no right to criticize me!"

"Being able to eat is a blessing, being able to eat is a blessing." Grandma Xiuying tried to mediate with a smile, "Good children eat with big mouthfuls."

Ji Shumiao snorted, suppressed his laughter and glanced at Lang Ge, saying: "Some people are as blessed as the East Sea!"

Brother Lang just scooped a big mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it before he slowly replied: "Some people are as blessed as Pang Dahai!"

"I'm not fat!" Ji Shumiao slapped him.

Lang Ge: "I didn't say you were fat, I said you were so cute that you were inflated."

It doesn't sound like a good thing, but there is really nothing wrong with it.

Grandma Xiuying said cheerfully: "Rongrong is not fat, and Yan'er is not fat either."

Ji Shumiao felt uncomfortable and couldn't help but purse his lips.

Grandma Xiuying recognized her as her mother.

"Grandma, eat some vegetables." Zechuan picked up a piece of vegetables and gave it to her with chopsticks.

After lunch, the three of them chatted with Grandma Xiuying for a while. Grandma Xiuying, who was sometimes confused, turned on the "read and reply" function without any instruction.

Zechuan said that his final grades last semester were not very good. Grandma Xiuying said that the foam in the soy milk was because too little brine was added. Ji Shumiao said, yes, yes, yes, you must eat sweet tofu pudding every day.

Brother Lang said that you should relax when taking exams, Grandma Xiuying said that you must put onions when stewing soup, Ji Shumiao said, yes, yes, you should add onions when stir-frying vegetables.

Langge and Zechuan looked at Ji Shumiao speechlessly. Ji Shumiao blinked, and the three of them seemed to have touched a switch and couldn't stop laughing.

Brother Lang asked with a smile: "Why didn't you do that to that aunt last night?"

"Yes! Why didn't I think of that!" Ji Shumiao slapped his thigh in regret. Lang Ge, who was prepared, took 0.1 seconds to withdraw one of his thighs.

Ji Shumiao's hammer missed, and his body tilted and he almost fell off the bench. He was stunned for a second in disbelief: "Brother? Are you my real brother?"

"No, it's my cousin!" Brother Lang laughed wildly.

Ji Shumiao was so angry that he gave him several "eighty hammer blows".

Zechuan also laughed and asked, "Which aunt?"

"A weird relative, what aunt?" Ji Shumiao didn't quite remember that complicated relationship.

Brother Lang was the one who was clear about it. He explained the relationship between that aunt and them clearly and also talked about many strange things that aunt had done.

Zechuan was amazed when he heard this: "How... could this happen?"

Ji Shumiao patted his shoulder and said, "The forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. You will know when you see more."

While they were talking about this, Grandma Xiuying had already dozed off against the wall, her head nodding.

Zechuan glanced at the time and it was time for grandma to take a nap, so he helped grandma into the bedroom, took off her shoes, and let her lie on the bed for a nap.

There is a single wooden bed in Grandma Xiuying's room, which is where Zechuan usually sleeps.

Ever since Grandma Xiuying's eyesight became poor, Zechuan has been sleeping in the same room with her at night.

Only after grandma fell asleep did Zechuan leave quietly.

The dining table had been cleaned, Lang Ge was sweeping the floor with one hand, and Ji Shumiao was washing dishes, and while washing, she began to blow bubbles with detergent water.

She made a circle with her right hand, thumb and index finger, and gently placed it in the dishwashing basin. After a layer of bubble film formed, she blew air into it with a pouty mouth, and continued with her left hand, spreading out her palm. She actually blew out a big bubble that was emitting colorful waves in the sun.

"Wow~" Ji Shumiao exclaimed exaggeratedly, holding the big bubbles in his hands to show off to his brother and younger brother, "I'm really amazing..."

Before she could finish her words, the bubble burst.

Ji Shumiao lost all expression in an instant.

Lang Ge finished sweeping the floor and put the broom away: "Today I'll show you who's the boss!"

Brother Lang has his own exclusive recipe for bubble water. He asked Zechuan for sugar, took a wine glass and two bowls from the cupboard, and began to mix the bubble water in a serious and grand manner.

While washing dishes, Ji Shumiao complained to Zechuan that Brother Lang had the "Yang Guo Experience Card" but only had one hand.

Zechuan just smiled and said nothing, and helped her wash and clean up the dishes.

Take two cups of warm water, two cups of dishwashing liquid, and one cup of sugar, and stir until the sugar is completely dissolved. If you have glue, add another cup, and the bubbles you blow will be less likely to break.

Brother Lang found some old wires, bent them into circles, and tried to blow a big, beautiful bubble.

The wire ring was gently lifted up, and the bubble broke away from the wire and floated away in the sunlight.

Ji Shumiao cheered: "Wow~ I want to play too!"

Brother Lang folded the tip of the wire inward before handing it to her.

The three of them sat on the edge of a field in the afternoon blowing bubbles, childishly popping each other's big bubbles, watching the bubbles float away one by one and then burst instantly in the sunlight.

Beautiful fragility, fragile beauty.

I don’t know where the conversation ended, but Brother Lang started to talk about his dark history from his childhood.

"Zechuan pushed me down from that slope when I was three years old." Brother Lang said, pointing to a small slope of about five or six meters in the distance.

Ji Shumiao: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

"Ah?" Zechuan looked confused and apologized with a red face, "I...did I really do that? I...I'm sorry, Brother Lang."

Brother Lang: "You didn't even ask me why you pushed me in the first place?"

"Whatever the reason, I didn't do it right." Zechuan scratched his head in confusion and distress, "I can't remember why I pushed you?"

"Do you need a reason to push him? Do you? No!" Ji Shumiao put his arm around Zechuan's shoulders and said, "We can push him down right now."

Lang chuckled disdainfully: "When a certain person was four years old, he wet the bed. I laughed at him a few times, and Zechuan rushed to defend you."

Zechuan was only three years old at the time, and logically he should not have been able to push the eight-year-old Langge. The main reason was that Langge did not stand firmly at the beginning, so he rolled down the slope.

Ji Shumiao blushed instantly: "I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!" Brother Lang mimicked in a sarcasm, "Whether it's true or not, let's go back to Beijing and ask grandma and grandpa."

Zechuan thought for a moment, then said, "I remember that after you rolled down, Brother Lang, your whole face was buried in the cow dung."

The situation reversed in an instant, Ji Shumiao was stunned for a moment and then laughed wildly.

Brother Lang said seriously: "I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

Ji Shumiao also imitated him, with a naughty and cute expression: "Is that so? Let's go back to Beijing and ask grandma and grandpa."

Brother Lang never thought that Ji Shumiao was only four years old at the time and didn't even remember it, but Zechuan would remember it so clearly?

This is called shooting oneself in the foot.

Zechuan went to get a watermelon to apologize to Brother Lang. The watermelon that had been bubbling in the well all day was cool and thirst-quenching. It was completely incomparable to the ice watermelon in the refrigerator.

"So sweet~" Ji Shumiao held the watermelon in his hands, smiling happily with a silly expression.

Zechuan: "There's more here, eat more if you like."

Brother Lang: "Aren't we going to leave some for Grandma Xiuying?"

"She can't eat these." Zechuan lowered his eyes.

Today, Grandma Xiuying is a warm cage to Zechuan.