The hot sweet soup, the sweet glutinous rice dumplings that taste in winter, feel like enjoying a warm spring breeze in the cold winter.
At that time, there were so few desserts, and children usually wanted to eat not many types of food. Not all the time can I eat dumplings. I may eat them this way all year round.
No child was willing to swallow the dumplings in his mouth in one bite, and chewed them slowly, savoring the sweetness in his mouth. This is the memory of people in that era, and they will never be able to find anything in the future. Ning Yunxi, who knew this well, did not urge the children to eat quickly, but let them eat slowly.
After eating the dumplings, the children went to school with their schoolbags on their backs.
Leilei will go to kindergarten tomorrow, and today he will bring Xiaogu and Xiaoxiao to his home to play computer games. Meng Chenyi will continue to take charge of taking care of his nephew one day today.
In the afternoon, old classmate Lin Shangxian came and went to the West Station with them to see off his father tonight.
Meng Chenyi turned off the computer and asked the three children to pile up blocks there. Sitting with the old classmate and chatting. The information Hanliang accidentally revealed last time made Meng Chenyi feel a little worried.
"It's okay." Lin Shangxian told him, "I haven't heard of anything like that."
"Where did Ke Hanliang hear about it?"
"Who doesn't like to create some news, right?"
Seeing that he was calm, Meng Chenyi got up and poured boiled water for him.
After seeing his second uncle walk away, Leilei walked towards the doctor brother and took out a flower he had treasured.
"Do you give me flowers, Leilei?" Lin Shangxian asked the little kid in surprise.
Leilei nodded. This was what he saw in the yard yesterday morning, and it was a newly bloomed flower on the side of the road.
"But the flowers cannot be picked, do you know?" Lin Shangxian said to the child.
Leilei looked at his brother with confused eyes. The flowers were picked by his grandmother. So can't they be picked?
The old man lived in the countryside at that time, wild flowers were everywhere in the mountains and the ground, so why not pick them?
When Leilei heard what the doctor brother said and wanted to turn around and tell his grandmother, he was stopped by the doctor brother.
Lin Shangxian thought, what should I do if I teach a child to have an argument with the elderly?
It's a headache to think about it.
Meng Chenyi came back after pouring water for him. Judging from his expression, he was probably thinking about something. When he saw the flower in his nephew's hand, he said, "Leilee, have you picked the flowers?"
Knowing that the second uncle was going to criticize him, Leilei hurriedly shook his little head: It was not picked by my master, but by my grandmother.
Grandma Meng had already heard the movement outside in the kitchen and frowned. Sometimes, there were too many scholars at home, which was far from the old man who was not studying. Some words made the old man feel disgusted when he heard it.
"In the future, the great grandma will pick flowers. Tell the grandma, you don't want it, do you know?" Meng Chenyi touched his nephew's little ear and taught.
Leilei nodded to his second uncle's education.
A sound came from the stairs. Leilei knew it as soon as he heard it and shouted, "It's my third aunt."
The classes in college are arranged relatively freely. Classes were held early this afternoon, and Meng Chenxi hurried home because he heard from his sister-in-law that he would go farewell to the 108th Legion tonight.
As soon as he entered the house, he saw two brothers, Meng Chenxi blushed quietly.
Grandma Meng shouted in the kitchen: "Chenxi, come and eat dumplings."
The old man kept dumplings for the children who hadn't eaten in the morning.
Chapter completed!