Chongxi little husband

At that time, Fang Yan had just given Fang Jin a bath when he heard a knock on the door outside. He couldn't help being a little surprised. In the past, if the Zhang family came over, they would call someone directly, so Fang Jin asked Fang Jin to get dressed and go out to see who it was.

Dialect couldn't help being even more surprised when he saw the person outside the door, "Brother Hua? Why are you here at this time?"

He really didn't expect that the person would come so punctually. At that time, Mrs. Hua said that the person would be back in two days. He thought it would be a few more days.

Although Fang Yan was quite surprised to come over so late, he also thought that the other party might be in a hurry, so he stepped aside and let the other party in without asking, "Come in, Brother Hua."

Unexpectedly, Hua Chunsheng didn't move, he seemed to be smiling, but he couldn't see the dialect clearly as the night was getting darker, he only heard the other party say in a deep voice: "No, I just happened to walk this way and just grabbed something... I heard your sister I said that Zhang Ji’s health is much better, so I happened to meet this, here it is, take it to make soup for him to nourish his body.”

As he spoke, he handed the thing he was carrying upside down to the front. Dialect saw that it looked like a bird, and the touch he accidentally touched was also like feathers.

It was only then that Fang Yan noticed the situation on the other party's body. In the dark night, the shadows seemed to be covered with things. This... obviously was the outfit that had just come down the mountain.

Can't help being even more surprised.

"You're not..." Dialect paused, maybe he just came down from the mountain on their side as he said, but he came here to deliver things to them, this—

"Thank you for giving us something specially. Come in so late and have dinner before leaving."

Hua Chunsheng shook his head again, and said, "No need, it's too late and I'm worried that mother will be worried."

Hearing this, Fang Yan couldn't help being silent for a moment, took the prey and said: "In this case, I won't force you to stay, thank you. Brother Hua, wait a moment and I will go in and get something. Before, my sister and Grandma Hua wanted It happened that Zhang Jita's aunt came back today and brought some fabric for her, so you can take it back to Grandma Hua."

Hua Chunsheng, who was about to turn around and leave, couldn't help but paused when he heard this, and finally stopped and waited where he was, "Okay."

As soon as Fang Yan heard it, he smiled and hurriedly turned around and trotted back to the house to get his things.

"Who is it?" Zhang Ji, who had been soaking his feet obediently in the house, asked casually when he saw dialect coming in.

"Oh, it's the son of our former neighbor, Grandma Hua, just passing by here." He opened his mouth to answer without any doubt in the dialect, shook the flowery big-bird in his hand, and said with a bright-eyed smile: "Brother Hua specially made this up for you. According to him, this kind of bird is hard to catch."

Zhang Ji's eyes flickered slightly, and he just casually glanced at the bird and looked away without much interest, "That's really troublesome for him."

Fang Yan nodded sympathetically, "Yes, he and Grandma Hua really took good care of our three siblings, but I couldn't help them much."

Fearing that people would wait too long, Fang Yan hurriedly found a bamboo basket to hold the bird upside down in the corner of the wall, and then hurried into the room to find the piece of plain cloth. If you have time to put it away, you will find it soon.

When he came out, he saw Zhang Ji was wiping his feet, he hurriedly said, "Leave the water first, and pour it later when I come back."

Zhang Ji responded, seeing him in a hurry, thought for a while, got up, went to the cupboard to take out a plate, and then walked out. When he arrived, there was no one at the door, but there were not many shadows vaguely seen a few steps away. I want to shout out loud to stop someone.

"Please wait."

"Why did you come out?" Fang Yan didn't expect him to come out, so he couldn't help being surprised.

Zhang Ji smiled at him, but unfortunately the sky was too dark to see clearly, "You, why did you forget to bring food?"

"Ah!" Fang Yanxiao exclaimed, took the plate in his hand, "I'll go, you wait for me here." After speaking, he rushed into the dark night.

Zhang Ji was startled, then looked towards the direction the person was walking with a slight smile, leaned against the door without moving according to his words, and soon, footsteps sounded in the dark night, and then a small figure came into view, getting more and more clear.

"Go in, watch out for the threshold."

"Ah."

Yay --

The door was closed, and with the sound of footsteps gradually going away, there was a vague conversation between the two.

"Have you left already? Why don't you ask someone to come in and sit down?"

"Let's go, he said it's too late, I'm worried that Grandma Hua won't see anyone."

"Oh, like this."

"However, Grandma Hua is right. Big brother Hua really came back today. It's not a bad mother and son."

"Yes. Don't you want to ask him for something? Have you said it?"

"No, but Big Brother Hua said he will come back the day after tomorrow, so we'll talk about it then."

"Ah."

***

The next day, it was still a sunny day, but when we got up in the morning, the weather was much cooler.

Dialect got up early in the morning and took the bird to Zhang's house, intending to kill it while it was still alive and make soup for him.

"Oh, Brother Yan, are you trying to kill a chicken?" Zhang Xiulian, who was cooking in the kitchen, asked casually when she saw him carrying it, "What kind of chicken is this? It's smaller. If we have a big one, why don't we go?" Catch the big ones and kill them."

Knowing that dialect doesn't kill chickens for no reason, it must be for Zhang Ji, so she suggested directly, and also planned to come and pick it up and catch a big one in the yard.

Dialect hastily backed away and didn't give it to her, he smiled and replied: "My aunt is not, this is given by others..."

"Eh? Was this caught in the mountains?" Before finishing speaking, Zhang Luoshi's surprised voice suddenly sounded behind them. The two turned around and saw Zhang Luoshi coming in with a bowl of chicken food, looking at him in surprise. The flower and bird in dialect's hand, "That's right, it's it. When I was pregnant with your uncle, your grandfather happened to buy one from a hunter, and said that this bird is perfect. Brother Yan, you..."

Fang Yan smiled, and told them what happened last night, and the two listened with admiration.

"So the Hua family are very good people."

"That's right, it's also because of their intentions." Hearing that this item was specially given to their grandson, Zhang Luoshi was also grateful, "Since Mrs. Hua likes that cloth, I still have this, and I will give it to my grandson tomorrow." Go and give them a home."

"Okay, mother, I'll prepare some more things and send them together." Zhang Xiulian quickly agreed, then turned around and took the bird, "Okay, I'll get this one. Today my aunt made meat buns, and they are in the cage. Take some for your step-child Xiaojin and the others." After speaking, without giving the dialect a chance to refuse, he turned around and went to get a bowl and a kitchen knife to cut the bird's neck.

Dialect was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, the bird had kicked its legs and died.

"..."

What else can you say in dialect!I had no choice but to obediently go to get a plate to pick up a few big steamed buns, put porridge for everyone and put it on the table to cool before going out to ask someone to come over for breakfast.

Because the new rice has just been harvested, Zhang Luo’s can be regarded as a reward for the hard work of the family this month. Today’s buns are all made of white flour, and the meat filling is enough. You can see the filling when you bite into it. It is still oily and fragrant. All of them were almost as big as Zhang Ruixiang's fist. The dialect one was almost full, and the second one was afraid to eat after eating only half of it.

Not to mention Fang Jin and Zhang Xiaobao, the two little guys were hiccupping from eating so much, but there was still half of them left.

Dialect hurriedly took it away and didn't dare to let them eat again, but he was worried when he saw the three and a half buns left in the bowl.

Zhang Ji who was sitting next to him suddenly took his bowl, picked up his bowl naturally and started eating.

"..."

There was a moment of silence on the table.

After a long while, Zhang Ruixiang suddenly smiled and stretched out his chopsticks to pick up one of them, and then took it to his son's mouth, and then suddenly retracted it when Xiaobao opened his mouth to bite, Xiaobao raised his chubby face with his mouth open, with a dazed expression on his face .Uncle Zhang looked amused and couldn't help stretching it out again, and retracted when his son opened his mouth to bite again, and so on.

When Xiaobao opened his mouth to cry, he put it in his hand with a smile, and stopped teasing him, and then also held another one for Xiaojin.

And the others didn't stop them, they were so speechless after watching the dialect, so they had to remind them not to let them eat too much at once or they would feel uncomfortable.

The members of the Zhang family were all in a daze. Obviously they had never experienced stomach pain from eating too much, but their love for the children made them believe most of them, and hurriedly took back the buns.

"Father and mother, how can you be so delicate, the children can eat whatever they want," Zhang Liu said with a sudden smile, and conveniently put another steamed bun for her son, and said, "I think when we were young, we wanted to eat some mixed noodles." There are no steamed buns yet, so it’s not like the ones you choose now and don’t give them to your children. Xiaobao, Xiaojin is fine, don’t be like your brother, just eat whatever you want~”

After speaking, he smiled kindly and pinched it back to the two young ones, and glanced at the dialect side intentionally or unintentionally.

dialect:"……"

Zhang Xiulian: "..."

I don't want Xiaojin to look at the steamed stuffed bun in the bowl and thank him respectfully, but he doesn't go to take it. Even Xiaobao also looks at the steamed stuffed bun, then turns to look at the dialect side, but also doesn't reach out to take it.

"..."

Zhang Liu's face turned red and green at once, Fang Yan silently swallowed the cold porridge in his mouth and stood up, saying: "The soup that is still stewing on grandma's stove should be ready, I'll go and bring it to Zhang Ji."

"Hey, okay, go, I'll forget it if you don't tell me."

Zhang Jiye finished the steamed stuffed bun and the bowl of porridge in two bites, got up and said slowly, "Grandpa and grandma, I've finished eating too. I'll drink the soup when I go back?"

Old man Zhang also nodded, "Go, Xiao Er, the soup is too hot, you can help me deliver it."

"Ah good." Uncle Zhang, who was called by name, replied in a daze. He stuffed half of the unfinished bun in one gulp, got up and grabbed the dialect to carry the earthen pot, and said inarticulately, "I'll come, I'll come, be careful to burn you all." .”

Fang Jin also hurriedly said that he jumped off the stool when he was full and followed. Zhang Xiaobao hurriedly yelled and jumped down and ran to hold Zhang Ji's hand, yelling that he wanted to play with them. Old man Zhang and the others didn't stop him, so After a while, there were only Zhang's family and the two elders left on the dining table in the main room.

The dinner table was quiet for a while, old man Zhang still buried his head in eating the porridge, Zhang Xiulian had already taken the rest and divided it into four and followed to Zhang Ji's side because of her mother-in-law's order.

Zhang Liu's face was a little embarrassed, and Zhang Luo's persuasion was not serious when he saw it: "Masters, don't worry about them, they are all children who are not like us before, so it's okay if you don't understand, you also Don’t worry about it. Eat it quickly, it will be delicious when it’s cold, and you can eat it too, my mother made it early in the morning, and it was your and Xiaoer’s favorite food before.”

"Mother... my daughter-in-law knows." Zhang Liushi wanted to argue but was secretly glanced at by her husband and had to change her words.

The son Zhang Qi who happened to be beside him also said that he got up and went out after eating, and she didn't want to stay any longer, so she also got up and went back home with anger.

Zhang Qi was going back to his room, but when he caught a glimpse of Zhang Ji's yard, he turned around and walked out of the yard.

The courtyard door was not closed, so he just pushed the door open and went in.

As soon as he entered, he went straight to the quiet backyard. Under the eaves of the back door, Zhang Jiban leaned on the recliner and drank soup slowly, but kept looking at the opposite side.

Zhang Qi followed and looked, but it was their uncle and aunt who were busy helping the brother, looking like he was going to build something, his little cousin was running behind Fang's little oil bottle Sweating profusely, but grinning and laughing all the time, obviously very happy.

Seeing all this, an unspeakable taste suddenly surged in his chest, he glanced at the earthen pot on the small table next to the recliner, and for some reason, Zhang Qi opened his mouth and mocked on impulse.

"I didn't expect you to be able to drink what other men gave your husband."

The author has something to say: I have something to write during the day, it’s a bit late, but I will try to add as much as possible, thank you~