I open a small shop to support my family

The water in the pot was gurgling, and white water vapor surged up from both sides of the pot, and the stove was steaming for a while.

Yu Zhining pointed to the boiling pot, couldn't wait to pull Meng Yunshu's sleeve, and said anxiously: "Little uncle, little uncle, the water is boiling."

"I see." Meng Yunshu bent down and stretched out his hand to gently pinch his nose, in exchange for Yu Zhining's flushed cheeks because of shyness, he picked up the small pot he had put on the chopping board and walked over to put it on the pot table, stretched out his hand He wanted to lift the lid of the pot but was stopped by Yu Jinhuai.

He stood up, holding the handle of the pot lid with his big hands, and as the pot lid lifted a large swath of water vapor, Meng Yunshu was so close that he didn't notice it for a while, and was hit on the face by the water vapor. Ruan took a step back, and Yu Jinhuai at the side reached out to support his waist in good time.

"I'll come." Yu Jinhuai said softly.

Meng Yunshu handed him the water ladle in embarrassment, and silently walked to the side to make way for him. I don't know if it was because of the heat or because of it, his earlobes were red, and his eyes were shining brightly looking at Yu Jinhuai.

The words on all the products brought out from the canteen will automatically change to the characters of this era, so even though Yu Jinhuai is making malted milk essence and milk powder for the first time, he still seems to be able to handle it with ease, but Meng Yun shrinks back and forth.

The few small minds were all on Yu Jinhuai, and Meng Yunshu was not obtrusive among them.

The injection of boiling water made the aroma of milk powder and malted milk more intense and sweet. Not only Yu Zhining, who is greedy for sweets, but also Yu Jinyue, who is already a big guy, salivated, staring at it with bright eyes. The movements of Yu Jinhuai's hands.

The freshly prepared milk powder and malted milk were very hot, and Yu Jinhuai didn't give them to them. After all, they didn't seem like they were used to rough work. There was a thick layer of calluses on their fingers, and they had tasted this before going home. Yu Jinhuai, who has two tastes, looked back at his nephew's younger siblings with longing and expectant eyes, and couldn't hide his complicated heart.

Even the two dogs at home were lying under the door of the stove, whimpering and barking at the smell.

"It's too hot, wait for a while." Yu Jinhuai rubbed Yu Zhining's hair, and told Yu Jinyue to go to the cupboard to get some bamboo bowls.

The most indispensable thing in the Yu family is bamboo bowls. It can be said that the most bowls in every household in Cangnan Village are made of bamboo. Every household can make some simple bamboo weaving items, not to mention simple bamboo bowls and chopsticks.

Yu Jinyue happily responded, "Okay."

After a while of tumbling, I saw him coming over with a stack of bamboo bowls.

Seeing this, Meng Yunshu couldn't help laughing, he was carrying all the Yu family's bamboo bowls.

"Brother, can you drink?" Yu Jinyue asked eagerly, looking at Yu Jinhuai with a silly smile on his face.

Yu Jinhuai couldn't bear to look directly, he turned his head helplessly, and listened to Meng Yunshu's laughter beside him, he was silent for a while, his eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes were mixed with complicated emotions, he waved his hand, "Yes."

As soon as his words fell, Yu Zhining in his arms moved, raised his head and licked his lips to watch Yu Jinyue's movements.

The two small pots of milk powder and malted milk are just right for each person, and there is not any left.

Just drinking this is not enough, Yu Jinhuai warmed up a few steamed buns with miscellaneous grains, and the soy sauce that Aunt Sun helped make, and I was full after eating a few steamed buns with the sauce.

In the kitchen, the young ones who had tasted milk powder and malted milk for the first time hiccupped while hugging their bowls, and looked at the two clay pots with three eyes.

Yu Jinyue thought to himself that the second brother is really rich, and he is really kind to the second brother, otherwise, how could he give such good food to the second brother, thinking that these two clay pots would cost a lot of money, and by chance, he caught a glimpse of the happiness on Yu Jinlan's face Yu Jinyue stared down at his empty bamboo bowl, wishing he had money.

After lunch, the sky suddenly brightened, and the sun peeked out from the clouds, shining on people's hearts with joy.

Yu Jinlan stood in the yard, put his hand on his forehead, looked up at the sun, and smiled contentedly.

Just when Meng Yunshu walked by, thinking of the bamboo forest at the foot of Xiaoqingshan, he asked cheerfully on the spur of the moment: "Brother, do you want to dig winter bamboo shoots?"

A few days ago, she was sitting in the yard washing clothes, and saw many young ladies and brothers in the village carrying baskets on their backs to dig winter bamboo shoots. When she passed by her door, she saw that there were many winter bamboo shoots in the baskets, and they were all big. , It looks delicious.

"Digging winter bamboo shoots?" Meng Yunshu stopped to think for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Speaking of bamboo shoots, he thought of snail noodles again. He hadn’t eaten them for a long time, but he thought about it. At that time, he hated the strong taste in modern times. Whenever he ate snail noodles, he would always eat sour bamboo shoots. His roommates saw that his noodles had no soul. He didn't care, he still went his own way, and now that he was in ancient times, he missed the smell of snail noodles.

Watching Yu Jinlan bouncing away, Meng Yunshu looked at her happy steps with a smile, and turned to look for Yu Jinhuai.

To dig bamboo shoots, a small hoe and a basket are indispensable, and he also needs to change his clothes. He has to go to the bamboo forest.

He opened the thick curtain and entered the main room, and took a few steps to the bedroom.

"Brother Huai, do you have any old clothes that I can wear?"

He didn't avoid people when he talked to Yu Jinlan, so Yu Jinhuai in the bedroom had expected it, his eyes flashed, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the bedroom. Meng Yunshu followed him closely until he walked to the next room, opened the door and entered. Meng Yunshu followed his steps and walked in. The window of this room is in the backyard. The rooms of the home are well built, and almost every house is well lit.

The room has been unoccupied for a long time. As soon as he entered, he saw dust flying in the air. The tip of his nose smelled of dust. Meng Yunshu rubbed his nose and tried not to sneeze. He looked at the man who had opened the cabinet to find clothes for himself and fell into a After contemplating, he knew that Yu Jinhuai had to be busy with home and field work, and more importantly, he had to take care of his little nephew, so cleaning the main room, bedroom and kitchen could be regarded as hard work.

Meng Yunshu looked away and looked at this room. If he guessed right, this might have been Yu Jinhuai's room.

There is a wooden bed next to the wall, a thick layer of dust has fallen on the bed, a desk is placed under the window, and a wooden sword is hung on the wall, with delicate patterns engraved on it, and vermilion paint. Although it has faded, you can still see the superb craftsmanship of the producer. There is also a black bow hanging beside it, and patterns are also carved on it.

In front of the cabinet, Yu Jinhuai found out his thirteen or fourteen-year-old clothes from his luggage. He was taller than his peers when he was thirteen or fourteen, while Meng Yunshu was 17 years old, but he was small and thin. He is thinner and weaker than a man, so he can wear this dress.

"Ayun." Yu Jinhuai closed the cabinet, turned around and called Meng Yunshu, noticing that his eyes had been fixed on the wooden sword and bow hanging on the wall, his deep eyes were deep, looking at the two objects with nostalgia, Through them, it seems to see myself as a child.

"That's what my father did." Yu Jinhuai said bluntly, and Meng Yunshu turned his head to stare at him, listening carefully to his words.

"I liked swords and swords since I was a child. Few people in the farm could afford them. Father saw that he liked them very much, so he made wooden swords and bows for me. The paint on them was specially given to me from Fucheng by my elder brother with the money he saved. bought."

It was the first time he spoke such a long word, and Meng Yunshu knew that he was thinking of his relatives, even though he had never experienced the present, he could empathize with him.

"Brother Huai." Meng Yunshu raised his hand to hold his hand, caressing it soothingly, raised his head and looked at his face quietly.

Feeling the temperature of his hands, Yu Jinhuai relaxed his slightly frowned brows, and raised his eyelids to give him a gentle look.

It's all over, he thought.

"I'm not going to dig bamboo shoots with Xiao Lan. Is it suitable to wear it first?"

"Okay." Meng Yunshu took the clothes and turned around to go to the bedroom. Yu Jinhuai glanced at his figure, and then at the place he touched just now, feeling a surge of warmth in his chest.

On the other side, after changing his clothes, Meng Yunshu tugged at his sleeves, then looked down at the clothes on his body, he thought it sounded right.

With the idea of ​​letting Yu Jinhuai take a look, he opened the door and went straight to the next door.

"Brother Huai, take a look, how is it?"

Hearing his voice, Yu Jinhuai looked up, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.