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After eating the whole piece of meat, to be honest, I forgot the initial mission of whether it is cooked or not. Grandma seemed to see my embarrassment, she tasted a piece herself, and said: "It's already cooked, I'll start heating other dishes right away, you go and ask grandpa to come back for dinner."
"Where does grandpa make a living?"
"Why don't you go out and see, if you are not in Zhangjiafeng, you are in Magaokan. If you see him, you can just call him, and you don't have to run so far," the grandma said.
After I answered, I ran out of the courtyard door and looked at Magaokan, but I didn't see Grandpa. It seems that the wind is blowing in Zhangjia. I walked towards Zhangjiafeng for a while, and finally saw the figure of my grandfather, who seemed to be watering the wheat planted a few days ago.
"Master, I'm back for dinner!" I put my hands next to my mouth and used it as a loudspeaker, and yelled loudly.
"Okay!" After a few seconds, Grandpa answered me.
After calling grandpa, he returned home, waited at home for a while, and grandpa came back. My sister and I set up the dishes early. At this time, the family sits around the small square table together, and waits for the dishes to be served before officially moving the chopsticks. Because today's dishes are relatively rich, there are steamed pork, cabbage vermicelli soup, and fried loofah, so the sense of ritual is quite strong.
After Grandpa poured the wine, picked up the chopsticks, and picked up the first chopsticks, my sister and I started to pick the steamed pork for the first time.
? To be honest, steamed pork with rice noodles is the best dish I have eaten so far. It is spicy and spicy, and it is also mixed with the smell of meat. It is absolutely delicious! The sweet potatoes at the bottom of the bowl are also delicious. I don't know if it's because the broth is wrapped in it, or because the big sweet potatoes themselves have a special taste. For the first time, I feel that sweet potatoes are as delicious as meat.
Of course, 4 bowls of tamales are definitely not enough to eat. At noon today, I will only eat one bowl. Good things should be eaten evenly, otherwise I will have to wait until the next time I cook. I don¡¯t know how much My God.
Not only me, even my picky eater sister ate an extra bowl of rice today. Grandpa also drank an extra glass of wine today, hehe.
"Grandma, the tamales are delicious, I'll make them again some other day" I said vaguely because there was still a soft, glutinous and sweet sweet potato in my mouth.
"Okay, okay, steam it another day, as long as you like to eat it"
"I like it too. It's not very spicy, just right." The younger sister also took the initiative to express her views. The whole family spent this happy lunch time in joy.
After dinner, grandma was still in charge of washing the dishes, grandpa went out early to make a living, and my sister and I squatted in the yard playing marbles.
"Is anyone there?" A strange yet somewhat familiar voice came from outside the gate. As the door was gently pushed open, Grandpa Xiang appeared in my sight.
"Is someone here, who is it?" Grandma asked as she came out, wiping her hands with her apron.
"Old sister-in-law, you are at home. Your son called just now. When you are free, call him back," he said to the grandpa.
"Oh, that's it, yes, thank you, I'll wait for you to come down later, I'm still washing the dishes and feeding the chickens," the grandma replied.
"If you want, then I'll go back first." Xiang Daxie walked out the door with a smile.
"Come in, sit down and have a drink," the grandma persuaded.
Grandpa Xiang had already closed the door and left, a voice came from outside the door saying: "No, thank you, the stall still needs to be guarded."
Grandma quickly cleaned up the dishes, and then put some food for the chickens and ducks. I took my sister and I and went out, heading for Grandpa's shop.
There are 2 consignment stores under the village, one is opened by "Er Mazi", which mainly sells some snacks, and also for the elderly to play cards and mahjong. Ermazi is a little closer to my home, and it is the only place where my house goes to the main road, so I buy snacks here very often.
The other one is opened to Grandpa Xiang. In fact, Grandpa Xiang also sells snacks here, but most of the people playing cards are slightly younger than the one at Ermazi. The two outlets are about 300 meters apart. It is also the only entertainment place in Murakami.
? Grandpa Xiang has the first wired telephone in Murakami. People who go out will remember this phone number. If there is something wrong, or if they are homesick, they will call this number first to inform the grandpa on their behalf, and then the family will dial back. Or if the family misses someone who has gone out, they can also contact them through this place.
?Walking to Da Lao Ye¡¯s consignment store, grandma picked up the phone and pressed the number skillfully, while my sister and I stood behind and waited.
After a few beeps, the phone was connected, "Hey, Changyou, just now you told the uncle that you called in the morning, what's the matter?"
"Umokayum, um, yesafternoon?okay, got it" grandma?After talking on the phone for a while, he said to me: "Ren Tao, come, your father wants to say a few words to you" and handed the phone to me
To be honest, it is estimated that only those who have experienced it personally and experienced that their parents are not around all the year round can understand my mood at this moment. No matter day or night, when I am free, I always think of my parents. Think about what they are doing, whether they are thinking about me, and expect them to suddenly appear in front of me.
But when I was actually holding the phone, I didn't know what to say. It's as if the long-awaited parents really came back, and when they walked in front of them, besides being happy, they also showed a little bit of timidity.
"Dad" I whispered.
"Ren Tao, listen to your grandparents at home Don't run around Put on your shoes when you go out, don't worry about scratching your feet If you rarely play at home, You can go down and see your grandma and grandpa" On the other side of the phone, the inarticulate father happily said a lot of caring words, while I basically listened and responded without expressing any opinions.
"Give the phone to grandma, remember to be obedient," Dad said.
"Where is my mother?" After holding back for a long time, I finally asked the first sentence, looking forward to hearing my mother's voice.
"Your mother went to the street to buy vegetables, but she hasn't come back yet" Dad's words made me very disappointed.
"Oh, then I'll give it to grandma." After finishing speaking, I handed the phone to grandma, and returned to stand behind grandma. I was very happy to hear my father's voice, and my heart was very at ease, but I didn't hear my mother's voice, and felt a little less perfect.
Grandma answered the phone, chatted briefly, and hung up the phone. At this time, I still can't understand the true feelings of my grandma. On the one hand, she wanted to chat more with her son, and on the other hand, she wanted to save a little money. After all, the phone bill costs 20 cents a minute, and an egg is only worth 50 cents.
A total of 12 minutes of calls, spent 2 yuan 4, worth 5 eggs, grandma paid with distress. After buying 2 packs of snacks for my sister and me, I took my sister and me and left Xiang Da Laoye's consignment store. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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