People rely on the aid money to live in the courtyard

Chapter 17

In the room, the deaf old lady was eating happily, and the three uncles were sitting there chatting, and they were really struggling right now, so they had to wait for Yi Chuanzong to come over.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, the door over there finally opened.

One hand first reached into the door to open the left one, and then Yi Chuanzong showed his head. At this time, he was smiling like a child. As the other door opened, everyone saw the grate in his hand.

The grates made of sorghum poles are orange in color and about sixty centimeters in diameter.

There are more than a dozen chubby, round steamed buns lying side by side on the grate, looking extremely cute.

At this time, they were still steaming. Although their colors were not as white as those of later generations, their surfaces were also full of luster. The rich aroma of wheat diffused in the room, and everyone had a sweet taste in their mouths.

Yi Chuanzong asked in surprise, "Why haven't you started yet, this dish is going to be cold."

The uncle glanced at the two of them and said with a smile, "They are waiting for you!"

Yi Chuanzong smiled lightly, and said, "What are you waiting for me, you are all elders, you eat first, and I have to go out to serve two dishes."

Then he pulled the unused square chair in front of him, put the grate on the square chair, stretched out his hand to pinch a big steamed bun, and his fingers sank into it immediately, "Ma'am, do you want to eat steamed buns now? Big Mom just made a meal this afternoon." Steamed, it’s soft!”

The deaf old lady took a look, and her face was as big as one of them, that is, Yi Chuanzong's hands were bigger, which made her look a little smaller. She suddenly exclaimed, "Yo! I can't bear such a big steamed bun. Can’t eat it! Just give me a small piece.”

Yi Chuanzong pursed his lips and smiled, then broke off a quarter and handed it over. The beige steamed bun was very firm, and there was no gap in the internal structure.

The deaf old lady smiled, "It's okay with so much, if you can't eat it, you can still eat it tomorrow morning."

Yi Chuanzong raised his head and said, "Don't wait here, the three uncles are waiting for me, I can't bear it, I'll go out and bring in those two dishes."

The third master looked at his back and shouted, "Enough, enough, almost enough, I can't eat too much."

The uncle pursed his lips and smiled, can't eat?
In fact, there are still a lot of steamed buns in their house, and they haven’t finished steaming them last time. Why does Da Ma want to steam them again today?

It is because this is the habit of my second brother's family. When I go back to my hometown during the Chinese New Year, I don't make dumplings at home, but only steam a pot of big steamed buns.

It is said to be steamed buns, but in fact there are only four big steamed buns inside, and the rest are all steamed buns.

A cauldron with a diameter of [-] centimeters has two upper and lower layers. Once steamed, it is enough to eat two meals for New Year's Eve.

After a while, Yi Chuanzong brought two more dishes one after another, spicy fried shredded radish, spinach and egg soup.

This made the third master so greedy that he was about to cry, "Old Yi, I can't hold on to your hospitality. There must be two eggs in this spinach soup?"

Although the second uncle didn't speak, his Adam's apple went up and down, obviously he was too greedy, "Old Yi, it's too expensive today."

The uncle grinned and said, "It's the first time Chuanzong has come here, otherwise I wouldn't want to part with it. You don't know, the old lady should know too."

The old lady may have had a good meal at the moment, and her ears suddenly became better, "Well, his big mother will live a life."

Just as he was talking, Yi Chuanzong and Da Ma came in, holding a plate of vinegared potato shreds in his hand.

The aroma of this dish was too appetizing when it was served, the third master almost couldn't help it, so he had to wipe the corner of his mouth with his hand.

The first mother came inside and patted the first grandfather on the shoulder, "Why are you waiting here, and don't let his second and third uncles eat?"

"It's not about Lao Yi." The second uncle quickly excused himself, then pointed to the table, turned to Yi Chuanzong and said, "Your uncle said that you can eat all the dishes on this table."

"Hey! You, just for this?" Yi Chuanzong laughed immediately. Now the elders eat first, and the three uncles were waiting for him before, so he was a little flustered.

The uncle said immediately, "No, this is waiting for the soup to be cold."

"The duck should be stewing on the firewood stove. Now that we are all together, it's time to start. From now on, the family will live in this courtyard. He just came from the village. As the elders, the second and third uncles have more time." Point to him."

The third master smiled immediately, "Did Chuanzong go to school in the village?"

Yi Chuanzong quickly shook his head, what a joke, he was a fool in his previous life, and he knows him by words, can he know words?

The third master straightened his waist immediately, and said, "I have a few small books with pinyin, which were left by Xiedi after reading them before, and they will be handed down to my family to get them tomorrow. There are still many people here. If you want to learn a bit, you must at least be able to read and write, right?"

Yi Chuanzong immediately said, "Third Master, thank you! I also feel that reading is very important!"

The second uncle said without showing weakness, "When you enter the factory in the future, you can ask me if you don't understand anything about the work. As the only eighth-level fitter in the factory, Lao Yi is busy!"

Yi Chuanzong said earnestly, "Thank you very much, I have two uncles who taught me, so I have a solid foundation in my heart, and I can't be sloppy about work!"

"Okay, let's start, we'll eat while we talk, the food is getting cold!" Yi Zhonghai said while holding his wine glass.

"Hey, wait a minute." The second uncle touched the cup, turned his head and asked, "The family is so big, why don't you come?"

Yi Chuanzong quickly waved his hands. In fact, in his previous life, he often drank some wine at night to relieve boredom.

But he doesn't even have a job now, how can he be qualified to drink?
Let's talk about when you can support yourself!

Reaching out to take a steamed bun, Yi Chuanzong said, "Second uncle, thank you, but I'll just eat."

After finishing speaking, Yi Chuanzong took a big mouthful of the steamed bun, and immediately one-third of the steamed bun was gone, his mouth was filled with the aroma of wheat, the very soft steamed bun seemed to be giving his mouth a massage, and he had eaten it before chewing a few times sweetness.

This gesture directly blocked the old man's words. In fact, he originally wanted to say, 'Masters, it's okay to have a drink on this occasion. '

The second uncle was also taken aback immediately, good guy, such a big steamed bun is half a mouthful.

The third uncle couldn't help choking, such a big steamed bun, he only ate one when he was young, and the three mouthfuls here are gone.

"Come, come, don't be dazed, let's go!"

Following Yi Zhonghai's greeting again, the atmosphere on the table became much more lively, and Yi Chuanzong was not idle during the whole process, three mouthfuls of a steamed bun, constantly sandwiching vegetables on the table.

It's so cool!
Among them, the vinegar potato shreds with chili is definitely the most appetizing.

Take a full mouthful of steamed buns, and then drink such a mouthful of chicken soup, the originally soft steamed buns will become even softer.

And if you want to say what is the most delicious, it must be pork stewed cabbage, which is very rich in oil and water, and the smell alone is enough to satisfy.

Mixing and eating the dishes on the table, the delicious feeling has never been broken, it has always been as refreshing as eating the first bite, and at the same time, the number of steamed buns on the grate is constantly decreasing.

Even though it was in [-], he ate rich dishes comparable to his previous life, all thanks to his uncle.

After eating Wowotou for half a month, I didn’t even feel full of Wowotou, let alone food. I dug some green ones from the mountains and sprinkled some salt on them to eat.

The best meal he ate in the village was sweet potato seedlings.

He didn't know how to cherish it until he lost it. Yi Chuanzong ate this meal very happily, and he looked forward to the future life even more.

Now he just wants to hurry up and enter the factory, the kind that no one can stop him!
(End of this chapter)