Chu Yue pursed her lips and asked, "Ms. sir, are there no other carpenters to invite?"
"It's not that there is nothing, it's just that Master Liu's skills are excellent. What's wrong? Yueyue knows a better master?"
Chu Yue smiled and shook her head, "What kind of carpenter master can I know? Since my husband thinks Master Liu is good, let him be Master Liu."
It was hard for her to tell him because Wu Yong was Master Liu's disciple. If someone else said it like this, he might not know how he would think of her.
Lu Xinghe raised his hand and touched her head, "Tomorrow is your fourteenth birthday. After tomorrow, Yueyue will be one year older."
Chu Yue lowered her head unnaturally.
"Ms. sir, don't touch my head all the time. I won't grow taller."
Yun Cuihe covered her mouth and smiled, "Why do girls want to be so tall? Our family only needs someone as tall as Xinghe, but Yueyue has been here for two months and seems to have grown taller. This little girl His face looks much brighter than when he came here."
She looked at Chu Yue, her loving eyes filled with a hint of relief that a daughter in our family had grown up.
Lu Xinghe looked at the little girl on his chest and hummed, "She has grown taller."
Chu Yue was so happy when she heard that she had grown taller. Now that she was just fourteen, she had to work harder while she could grow taller. When her period comes, it would be difficult to grow taller.
…
On August 15th, the Moon Worship Festival, because this day was also Chu Yue’s birthday, Yun Cuihe got up early, took down the basket from the kitchen beam, and brought Chu Yue and Lu Xinghe to town for the first time. I took out the white flour that came with me when I bought rice.
Chu Yueyun took out three kilograms of the white flour before and made a meal of noodles. The remaining two kilograms were left here. Yun Cuihe poured out the remaining two kilograms of white flour and kneaded it to make a meal of noodles, and then baked five pancakes. , fried eggs for everyone.
Lu Xingping came to the kitchen with a surprised look on his face, "Wow! What a rich breakfast today."
Yun Cuihe smiled while working, "Isn't that right? Today is not only a holiday, but also your sister-in-law's birthday. Have the chickens been fed?"
Lu Xingping nodded hurriedly, "Everyone is fed. I'll take care of things. Mom, don't worry."
Looking at him patting his chest with a confident expression on his face, Yun Cuihe smiled and shook his head, "I don't know who you followed this temper. Your father was never like this before."
Lu Xing'an, who was sitting behind the stove, said quietly, "My mother picked him up from the mountains, right? He doesn't look like me, and I don't know whose child he is."
When Lu Xingping heard this, he immediately quit.
"Lu Xing'an, don't talk nonsense. You were picked up from the mountains. I wasn't born by you. Why do I have to look like you?"
Lu Xingan's lips curved into a faint smile.
"Don't get so angry. Mom hasn't spoken yet. She has the final say as to whether she picked it up or not."
Lu Xingping then looked at Yun Cuihe with aggrieved expression, "Mother?"
Looking at the two enemies, Yun Cuihe felt dumbfounded. She touched Lu Xingping's head with a gentle look on her face, "You are kind and simple. You believe whatever Xing'an says. My mother couldn't protect herself at that time. How can I Do you still have time to pick up the child from the mountains? If you really weren’t born to your mother, you would have fed the wolves in the mountains long ago.”
After Lu Xingping heard this, he hugged Yun Cuihe and sniffed.
"Mom is the best."
Yun Cuihe touched her son's head and said, "You are eight years old, how come you still act like a baby? Don't you want people to see you and laugh at you?"
After listening to Yun Cuihe's words, Lu Xingping not only did not let go, but hugged her tighter, "I don't care about others. Even if I am eighteen years old, I am still my mother's child."
Looking at her childish son, Yun Cuihe helplessly patted his back.
"Your elder brother and sister-in-law are still reading and learning in the room. The noodles are almost ready. Go and ask them to come for dinner."
Lu Xingping then let go of Yun Cuihe and went out to call for help.
"Yue'er, this is yours."
As soon as Chu Yue sat down at the dining table, Yun Cuihe brought a bowl with two eggs in front of her.
She looked at Yun Cuihe in astonishment, "Mom, why did you put two eggs for me?"
"Today is the Moon Worship Festival and it's your birthday. It's a double happiness. Can't you eat an extra egg?" Yun Cuihe said, putting several other bowls of noodles and pancakes on the table, "Eat quickly. Eat quickly, it will get cold later, we have nothing else to eat at home, and we can only crack a few more eggs for the holidays today."
Chu Yue looked at the two eggs in the bowl and was very touched.
Although she was born on the Moon Worship Festival, no one in her family ever mentioned her birthday on this day.
When she opens her eyes every day, there is only endless work waiting for her.
They are both mothers, so why is there such a big gap?
After eating, Lu Xinghe took out a portrait from his desk. In the portrait, a girl had a pink and white hairpin in her bun. She was holding a bowl of rice porridge in her hand and had a bright smile on her pretty face. Her bright eyes looked directly at the person outside the painting, as if she could see his reflection in her eyes.
Seeing Lu Xinghe holding a piece of paper and looking at it with a happy expression, Chu Yue hurriedly walked over and asked, "Sir, what are you looking at?"
"Portrait." Lu Xinghe replied with a faint smile.
Chu Yue glanced at the drawing paper and felt that the scene on the drawing was a bit familiar, "This is it?"
Lu Xinghe placed the portrait on the table, took up a pen and wrote the year number on the corner of the drawing paper, and deliberately wrote down the four words "The Year of General Hairpin" in small characters on the side.
Chu Yue asked with some uncertainty, "Ms. sir, am I the person in this painting?"
Lu Xinghe hummed, "It's yours."
Chu Yue muttered in a low voice with some dissatisfaction, "Why are you still holding a bowl in your hand? And this smile is too nymphomaniacal."
Lu Xinghe pursed his lips in a funny way, "I originally wanted to draw a portrait for you every year on your birthday. After I picked up the pen, this picture was the first thing that came to my mind. I found it interesting and drew the scene of that day. "
Chu Yue's face felt a little hot, and she glanced outside the room, thinking in her heart that her husband liked her to look at him like that.
But deep down in my heart, it still feels sweet, sweeter than eating honey.
…
Near noon, Chu Youqian and Chu Dashan finally arrived at Banpo Village.
During the half-day journey, the two lazy men complained again and again, and along the way they scolded Chu Yue for not taking the initiative to send things to her mother's family.
Arriving at the entrance of Banpo Village, Chu Dashan pointed to the brick and tile house not far away and exclaimed with excitement, "Dad, there are actually rich households in Banpo Village. Look at that brick and tile house, it's so well built." It’s really impressive.”
Chu Youqian patted Chu Dashan's hand down.
"Style is all you need, don't point fingers and make people laugh because you don't know how to do it."
Chu Dashan muttered with some dissatisfaction, "I don't know anything about it. If our family can build a brick house, would I be so envious of other people's houses?"
