"dad……"
Ning Xuemei shouted anxiously and quickly stepped forward to help her father.
"It's okay, it's okay. I haven't slept well these past few days. I'm a little tired. I'll take a nap. It's great. It's great. My daughter is back. I'll take a nap first..."
Ning Guocheng was obviously exhausted, so Ning Xuemei didn't dare to delay. She helped her father to lie down on the bed. She carefully covered her father with the quilt and held her father's calloused hands tightly. She couldn't help but burst into tears. Down.
As the saying goes, a child wants to be raised but cannot be kissed. In the past twenty years, because she was tortured by spider poison and her appearance was completely ruined, she was afraid of worrying her old father. She endured the longing for her father and the concern for her daughter, and never revealed that she was still alive. News on earth.
Now, she finally plucked up the courage to come back, but her father is already old...
She couldn't help but burst into tears.
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The Zhou family has begun a bustling and busy New Year.
The New Year is approaching, and my aunt has also returned to her hometown to celebrate the New Year. Fortunately, Xiang Yu and Zhi Zhi are here this week. Zhou Guangyi and Zhou Zhiyuan have now become experts in taking care of children. At home, Tian Xinping and her three young people mainly take care of the three little treasures. This man is responsible for the food and daily life of the family. Everyone has a clear division of labor, but it is busy but not chaotic.
After the wound on Zhou Zhi's forehead healed, she returned to work. In just a few days of work, she brought back all the New Year's goods distributed by the unit.
A box of red bean paste, a box of saury, a box of vegetables, a hundred pounds of white flour, and a barrel of peanut oil.
This girl tied all the flour, cabbage, saury and fish on the back seat of the bicycle, carried a bucket of oil on her back, and tied a bag in front of her chest. When she ran home humming on the bicycle, as soon as she entered the courtyard, two Her legs went weak, and if Zhou Guangyi's sharp eyes hadn't supported her, she would have fallen down as well as the car.
Tian Xinping and Zhou Guangyi felt very distressed when they looked at their tired and sweaty daughter.
"You're such a stupid girl. If you can't get it, why don't you call back and ask your father to come to your work to get it! If that doesn't work, just tell Lu Yuandong and ask him to borrow the work car and help bring it back. Ah, look at the ones tied up in front and carried on the back, they look like they are fleeing from famine..."
Zhou Zhi grinned, bent over and panted heavily, pouting at her mother. What was she thinking? She didn't want her father and brother to run errands because she was afraid that their mothers would be busy at home. But come.
Looking for help from Lu Yuandong?
She would never let him help even if she was exhausted!
After Zhou Zhiyuan and Yao Jingping came back, Zhou Zhi even moved out of his work dormitory and insisted on riding his bicycle back and forth every day.
The arsenal is located in the mountains on the outskirts of Beijing, a bit far from the military compound. It takes half an hour to run on the road on weekdays, and even longer on rainy and cloudy days.
In the past, she had to sleep in, so she had to force her eyes to get up every day. She brushed her teeth and washed her face with her eyes closed every time, which made Zhou Guangyi, Tian Xinping and his wife very distressed.
Zhou Guangyi, Tian Xinping and his wife also persuaded Zhou Zhi to go back to his work unit and come back when he had a day off, but Zhou Zhi would not listen to anything he said.
She said that the three little meatballs at home were becoming more and more mean-spirited day by day. If she did not come back to live, the three babies would not kiss her as their aunt.
When Zhou Guangyi and Tian Xinping were busy moving things into the house, Zhou Zhi was washing his hands at the faucet and yelled at Tian Xinping.
"Mom, mom, let's make red bean buns tomorrow. We've given out a big box of red beans. I also want to eat rice cakes and jujube cakes..."
After the Laba Festival, the busy New Year officially begins. Tian Xinping is busy making braised pork, making rice cakes, steaming steamed buns and making various flower buns, but she has never made red bean cakes.
It just so happens that there are so many red beans at home, and my daughter likes to eat these desserts, so naturally I have to satisfy the children.
Early the next morning, as soon as Zhou Zhi climbed out of bed, Tian Xinping came to the room with a smile on her face.
"I've steamed the red beans. Do you want the brown sugar flavor or the white sugar flavor? When the red beans are hot out of the pot, put the brown sugar and white sugar on them and they will melt quickly. It's very delicious..."
"Brown sugar flavor. I heard people say that women eating brown sugar and red bean cakes can nourish their qi and blood! By the way, mom, my sister-in-law's mother should eat red bean cakes. When I get up later, my sister-in-law and I will go there and give some to Aunt Ning. past!"
"Okay, your sister-in-law has taken you down, and she is thinking about your Aunt Ning while eating..."
"I miss my mother even more. Mom, when is the day after tomorrow?"
Zhou Zhi hugged Tian Xinping's neck affectionately, and rubbed her furry head against her mother's cheek with a look of intimacy on her face.
"What day?"
Tian Xinping couldn't remember it for a moment.
"Mom, the day after tomorrow is the twelfth lunar month of the twelfth lunar month, it's my mother's birthday! I want to give her a surprise..."
Tian Xinping reached out and stroked Zhou Zhi's furry little head.
"It's not a birthday. Life is better now. I don't have to worry about food and clothing. It's not a birthday every day... Get up quickly, wash your face, brush your teeth, come and have dinner..."
Tian Xinping ordered, touched Zhou Zhi's face intimately, and ran to the kitchen to see if her face was hairy.
It was a bit difficult to make dough in the cold weather in winter, so Tian Xinping boiled a pot of water and put the dough made with the old noodle starter on the steaming pot with a grate underneath. After half a day, the noodles are almost ready.
When she opened the lid of the pot, she smelled a sweet smell. The risen dough swelled to three times its original size. After Tian Xinping washed her hands, she kneaded the dough into a smooth dough again and waited for the dough to rise again. After that, you can make steamed buns, red bean cakes, and rice cakes.
The three children are now lying on the sofa in the hall. Yao Jingping and Zhou Zhiyuan each hold a toy that can make sounds when they are pinched, and they are playing with the three children.
"Zhizhi..."
"Uh-huh……"
"Zhizhizhi..."
"Uh huh huh..."
The eldest and second child are not interested in the toys in the hands of their parents at all. The eldest brother will put his hand in front of his eyes and is studying his little hands with a frown. The second child is also studying his little hands in a studyable way. Not just looking at it, but putting it in your hands and eating it happily.
Lao Erbao ate so much that his saliva flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and the saliva towel he wore around his neck became very wet.
Only the little Sambo was extremely excited. The toys in Yao Jingping and Zhou Zhiyuan's hands frequently made sounds in response. Their little hands scratched excitedly, and their little mouths could accurately make sounds corresponding to the toys, as if they couldn't wait to interact with their parents. .
After cleaning up, Zhou Zhi came over to look at the three babies. He smiled and said something interesting. The emotional eldest son will be a scientist when he grows up, the second one will be a gourmet, and the third one will be a mathematician?
Yao Jingping laughed and said that Zhou Zhi said two days ago that Xiao Sanbao wanted to be a designer, but now he has become a mathematician. This is a big leap.
"Our children can be scientists and mathematicians, but they can't be gourmets. What kind of gourmets are they? Then wouldn't they become foodies like Yaya?"
The old man came back with a few candied haws on his hands and said cheerfully.
