Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen were startled at first, and then they were filled with emotion. Regardless of status, the friendship between ancestors and grandsons in the world of fireworks is always very touching.
"My aunt is so compassionate, and the younger members of the family are blessed."
Ye Zhenzhen said with emotion: "It's a pity that I didn't bring many pastries. These two pastries are just enough for a taste."
"It's enough to try something new. Thank you madam and sir for your kindness." The old woman thanked her repeatedly. It was probably the first time she was praised by such a big man. She smiled with satisfaction, and the wrinkles on her face showed happiness.
"Grandma, here it is."
A childish voice suddenly sounded, and everyone was attracted. Only then did they realize that the little girl had broken the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in her hand into three parts. She only kept the smallest part and handed over the remaining two parts.
Grandma.
The adults' eyes fell on her, and the little girl immediately became nervous, and her voice was not as clear as before: "Grandma, the biggest portion is for you, and the other one is for grandpa."
The kindness in the old woman's eyes was even greater, she rubbed her little granddaughter's head and said, "Grandma doesn't like to eat it, so she leaves it to our Si Ya to eat. This pastry was given to us by my wife when she saw how cute our Si Ya is. You can't let her down."
Good intentions."
The little girl hesitated immediately, looking at the madam in front of her with confusion and anxiety. She looked over timidly and said in a low voice: "Madam, can I leave the cakes to grandpa and grandma?"
Ye Zhenzhen smiled and nodded: "Of course, this pastry belongs to you now, you can do whatever you want with it."
When the little girl heard this, she immediately became happy and continued to send the cakes to her grandma: "Grandma, you can eat it."
Her expression was very determined, as if she would never give up until she ate.
The old woman's eyes were slightly red, and she finally took the two pieces of cake handed over by her granddaughter, put the small pieces back into her pocket, and broke the remaining piece into two halves and ate one by herself.
, but the other flap was sent directly to the little granddaughter's mouth.
With the sweet and delicious pastries close to her mouth, the little girl subconsciously opened her mouth to eat. She was stunned for a moment, and then her taste buds were captured by the mouthful of fragrant pastries, and her eyes suddenly lit up.
"Sweet! Sweeter than sweet sticks!"
Children in the countryside have little opportunity to taste sweetness throughout the year. Most of them pull up some weed stalks or pick some fruits to suck the sweetness.
However, the sweetness of flowers and fruits is not as sweet as the sweetness of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. The little girl tasted such a wonderful taste for the first time, and for a moment she showed the unique innocence of a child, and she immediately excitedly drank her portion of the cake.
After eating, he even licked the remaining scraps off his hands, and his little eyes narrowed into thin slits.
"Grandma, the osmanthus cake is so delicious!" She didn't forget to emphasize to her grandmother, not to mention how cute it looked.
Even an outsider like Ye Zhenzhen was so cute that her heart trembled, let alone the old woman, her own grandmother.
She nodded lovingly: "Since Si Ya likes to eat, in a few days we will also go to the city to buy some fine rice noodles and cook them ourselves."
"Really? Is it possible?" The little girl was looking forward to it but also nervous, but at a young age she still had the maturity and understanding brought by life: "Thin rice noodles are too expensive, so I don't need them anymore."
"It doesn't matter. We all get paid for helping out these days. Even your father and grandfather have saved a lot of money in the past month and a half. We can still afford some fine rice and noodles."
The little girl became excited now.
"The elders are kind, the young are filial, and the family tradition is harmonious. This is a great good thing." Cui Weizhen felt this and admired the family tradition very much.
Although the old woman was illiterate, she could still understand whether the magistrate was praising or criticizing her. She was excited and happy to get the magistrate's personal approval. They would have something to talk about in the village in the future.
Seeing that she wanted to thank her again, Cui Weizhen quickly stopped her, otherwise the old woman would not know how many times she would have to thank her.
He came here specifically to interact with the old woman's grandparents and grandson for a purpose. When the old woman calmed down, he couldn't help asking her in detail, such as how many people are in the family? Are they healthy? Do they have enough food and cotton clothes for the winter? Have they been treated harshly in labor today?
?Are wages paid on time?
…
Waiting for the trivial matters to be asked one by one, because of his gentle attitude and amiable attitude, the old woman gradually forgot her nervousness and forgot that the person in front of her was a noble and dignified man, talking as if he was sitting at the entrance of the village talking about family affairs.
Got up.
The old woman answered every question she asked, but she would unintentionally go off topic during her narration, interspersed with stories about the feuds and grudges of the parents in their village, or strange people and strange things they heard in the countryside. The little girl sitting next to her occasionally added
One or two sentences, it's more like making a homely statement.
Cui Weizhen and Ye Zhenzhen did not stop them. Instead of feeling annoyed, they listened with great interest. Especially the stories about ghosts and gods in the countryside were particularly mysterious. Although they were talking about ghosts and gods, if you read them carefully, they were closely related to people.
Ye Zhenzhen was very interested in these things, and kept asking questions. The old woman became more and more enthusiastic - she had lived for most of her life, and she was full of stories.
Seeing that she was listening, Cui Weizhen shook his head helplessly, but he already understood the information he wanted to know, so he no longer disturbed his wife's interest in listening to the story, and quietly got up and went to find someone else.
Although he left quietly, Ye Zhenzhen, who was half-concentrated on him, quickly noticed it. After seeing that he was looking for other people to investigate, she withdrew her gaze and continued to listen to the aunt's talk about her hometown with great interest.
Wild folk tales come.
When she was a child, she went to her grandmother's house, and her grandmother often told her these stories when she was putting her to sleep at night. Now, across time and space, facing an old woman who is about the same age as her grandmother, listening to similar stories makes her feel as if she is in another world.
The feeling of familiarity was so mixed that it was hard to explain.
"Madam, are the stories my grandma tells good? Are they better than those told by storytellers in the city?"
Probably because they listened to the story together, the little girl felt that the prefect's wife was amiable, and she gradually became more courageous, and even had the courage to take the initiative to talk to her.
Ye Zhenzhen came back to her senses and nodded with a smile: "I don't know about other storytellers. Among the people I know, the stories told by your grandma are the second best."
"Who is number one?" the little girl asked curiously, her dark eyes shining brightly.
Ye Zhenzhen's smile was full of nostalgia and warmth: "Of course it's my grandma, her storytelling skills are the best in the world."
The little girl inexplicably felt that this lady was getting closer to her, so she bravely said: "It's a pity that I haven't heard of it, but I think the stories told by my grandma are the best in the world."
"Si Ya! You kid, don't be rude." The old woman scolded her granddaughter, who stuck out her tongue and felt a little embarrassed.
Ye Zhenzhen smiled: "I won't hinder you, it's just human nature. The little girl loves you dearly."
There is a soft place in everyone's heart, which is unique and precious. This is the case for Ye Zhenzhen, and the same is true for Si Ya.
