The sun was getting stronger. Xiao Hei poured a large amount of urine into several swill buckets in the backyard of Baimei Zhai. Then he shook with satisfaction, shuddered again, and then put the things away. Take it back and tie the waistband again!
Looking around, he walked straight out of the alley and headed towards Lao Xu's house without even thinking about it...
Changping Village.
Lao Wang's family.
Yang Huamei asked Blacksmith Luo to come over and help replace the old house's hall door, kitchen door, and Xiao Hei's own door with new locks.
She hung the key on her phone anytime and anywhere. There were three keys in total. Yang Huamei hid one of two keys in the backyard and buried it under a tree.
Another one was given to Mr. Tan for safekeeping.
"Meier, the key to your house is related to the property of your old Wang family. Isn't it appropriate to leave it to me to keep?" Ms. Tan held the key in her hand, her face flushed, and she was actually flattered.
Yang Huamei said: "Mom, what did you say? You are my biological mother. If I don't believe it, which one do you believe?"
"Just keep this key for me in a down-to-earth manner. If the other two are lost one day, at least you still have one here!"
Mrs. Tan nodded and held the key tightly with both hands, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.
"Then I'll put the keys away!"
Mrs. Tan opened her classic wooden box again, carefully put the key in, and then locked the wooden box.
After finishing, the wooden box was hidden under the bed. Mrs. Tan took out a bag of snacks and put them on the table.
"This packet of lard ointment was sent to me by your fifth sister-in-law this morning as a tribute to me. It was said to be a snack sent by the housekeeper and his wife at the county house over there in Mianmian."
"I pinched a piece and ate it. It tasted pretty good. You can take it back and eat it slowly with Zhuangzhuang!" said Tan.
Yang Huamei glanced at the lard cake in the oil paper bag. It was about the size of an adult's palm, light brown, and looked plump and thick, with a faint sheen of oil on the surface.
At first glance, it looks like a piece of fat meat on the table.
However, this lard paste is sprinkled with osmanthus foam, white sesame seeds, chopped peanuts, and some colorful sugar shreds.
Looking very appetizing, Yang Huamei couldn't help but pursed her lips and secretly swallowed a sip of saliva.
Zhuang Zhuang, who was standing at her feet, holding a stool and preparing to explore the room, seemed to sense something, and he also tried his best to raise his head and look at the table.
It's a pity that the little guy is too short, and he can't even see it when his neck is sore. He stood on tiptoes in a hurry and made a sound from his mouth.
I almost fell down, but fortunately Yang Huamei caught me in time.
Mrs. Tan said, "Pick a piece of it and give it to your child. See if he's greedy."
Because he had regained his daughter's trust in him, Mr. Tan was in a good mood at the moment, so much so that when he looked at Zhuang Zhuang, the smile on his face became much deeper.
Yang Huamei smiled, put Zhuang Zhuang on his lap and sat down, and at the same time reached out and pinched a piece of lard cake and stuffed it into Zhuang Zhuang's little mouth.
Zhuangzhuang's little mouth clicked, making a very loud sound.
Yang Huamei was very pleased and satisfied when she saw how he enjoyed what he said.
How wonderful it would be if such a loud voice was a speaking voice!
It's a pity that such a lovely grandson is actually a deaf-mute child. God, you are really blind!
Thinking of this, Yang Huamei's eyes suddenly darkened.
Zhuang Zhuang quickly finished the piece in his mouth. He hugged Yang Huamei's fingers and moved his head to lick her fingers, because there were still some lard cakes on her fingers!
The little guy's tongue was soft, like a puppy licking Yang Huamei's fingers. It was itchy and a little numb.
Yang Huamei came back to her senses and saw the cute little look of her precious eldest grandson, and all her unhappiness immediately disappeared.
"My baby, do you still want to eat? Okay, grandma will give you a big piece!"
This time Yang Huamei tore off a relatively larger piece from the lard cake. When she tore it open, honey actually seeped out of it.
Although she hadn't had time to taste the pastry yet, she was already salivating just by smelling the sweetness of the honey.
With his strong and fleshy little hands, he grabbed the lard cake and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it with gusto.
Yang Huamei looked at him tenderly and lovingly, her eyes full of joy and satisfaction.
From time to time, he would pick up the handkerchief and help Zhuangzhuang wipe the greasy and sesame seeds off his face.
It seems that watching Zhuang Zhuang eat is a great enjoyment, more valuable than eating it herself.
Mrs. Tan was also sitting nearby, and she had similarities and differences with Yang Huamei.
The same thing is that they can only see one person in their eyes.
The difference is that the person they see in their eyes is different.
Everywhere Yang Huamei looked was Zhuangzhuang, but Tan's eyes were full of Yang Huamei.
It's like a Russian matryoshka doll, one link within another.
The streams flowing in the mountain streams and the rushing rivers on the earth, no matter how inclined they are, always flow from top to bottom.
"Meier, don't patronize him. Try it yourself. I reserved it just for you!"
Mrs. Tan saw Yang Huamei pinching several pieces and feeding them into Zhuang Zhuang's mouth. Even though Zhuang Zhuang was only one year old, his mouth looked like a bottomless pit.
No matter how much Yang Huamei puts in, it seems to be accepted, and it’s not enough!
Ms. Tan was worried that if she continued to feed her like this, the lard cakes would become less and less in size, and her plum would not be able to eat even a single piece!
Thinking of this, Mrs. Tan became even more anxious. She stretched out her hand, pinched a piece and stuffed it into Yang Huamei's mouth.
"Try it too, give it a try!" Ms. Tan urged.
Yang Huamei was caught off guard and had to open her mouth to accept the piece of lard cake that the old woman stuffed into her mouth.
Yang Huamei originally wanted to scold Mrs. Tan because the piece of lard cake almost stuck in her nostrils, but when her eyes touched Mrs. Tan's eyes, Yang Huamei's words were stuck in her throat.
Because, in Tan's eyes, what Yang Huamei saw was an old mother's love for her daughter.
I'm afraid there aren't many of these loving eyes left in this world.
Big White and Little Black, in the final analysis, are both unreliable.
Only his parents, especially his mother, would treat him so heartbrokenly.
When my parents are gone in the future, I’m afraid I’ll never see such a look in this world again.
"It's delicious, it's really delicious," Yang Huamei nodded while chewing, but the corners of her eyes were a little moist.
Tan's eyes also showed a smile.
Yang Huamei pinched a piece and brought it to Tan's mouth: "Mom, eat it too."
She had pinched an unknown number of pieces with her hand and fed them to Zhuangzhuang, but she never thought of feeding them back to her mother's mouth.
Thinking about it now, I feel very ashamed.
Tan turned his face to the side, and his tone seemed to be filled with disgust.
But in my heart, it's sweeter than the honey in this lard cake, and it's so sweet that it can't be melted!
(End of chapter)
