When we got home, the sun was already setting.
Dongmei washed the wild fruits picked by Ziheng, put them on plates and brought them to the courtyard.
Zi Heng hurriedly picked it up and stuffed it into Ding Changhe's mouth, saying, "Dad, you have a taste to see if the one I picked is delicious."
Ding Changhe touched his son's head and said, "It's delicious, very sweet."
Zi Heng picked up two more and ran to An Ran, "Mom, try to see if they taste good. Dad said they are very sweet."
An Ran chewed the wild fruits and said, "The ones Heng'er picked are very sweet. Go and eat them yourself. Mom needs to dry the medicinal materials first."
"I'll help mom, I know how to do this." After saying that, he helped An Ran pour the medicinal materials out of the basket and spread them flat on the mat.
The veteran who was looking after the warehouse in the backyard came over to see Ding Changhe and said, "In the afternoon, Lao Hai and a few people from the small house came to greet the uncle. Since the uncle was not there, they went back first."
Ding Changhe looked at the busy people and said, "An Ran, I'll go to the small house to have a look." ?.?????.???
Zi Heng quickly stood up and said, "I often go there to practice kung fu with my uncles. Dad, I'll go with you."
An Ran said, "Wash your hands and go with your father. Uncle, keep an eye on the time. Dinner will be served soon."
Ding Changhe smiled, took his son's little hand, and led Dashan to the small house.
Now only four veterans live here, and all the medicinal materials collected are piled here, and the prepared medicinal powder is placed in the warehouse in the backyard of the security guard.
After putting away the medicinal materials, An Ran also went to the kitchen to help, and the three of them quickly prepared a table of dishes.
After Sister Chen and Dongmei brought the dishes to the main room and An Ran lit the lights, Ding Changhe also returned with Ding Ziheng.
Seeing the bright candlelight from a distance, Ding Changhe felt warm in his heart for some reason.
An Ran and Sister Chen prepared a sumptuous meal. The family of three sat in the main room to eat. Ding Ziheng used his chopsticks first and picked up a piece of braised rabbit meat for his father and mother.
"Dad, Mom, try it. This is the rabbit I shot." After saying that, he looked at them as if he was waiting for praise.
An Ran said, "We Heng'er are becoming more and more capable. Sit down quickly and I will give you a piece of meat."
Ding Changhe put the meat in his mouth. Countryside people tend to have strong taste in cooking, but stewed meat is light and unpalatable. This is just right.
Ding Changhe swallowed it and said, "It's delicious. Heng'er should eat it too."
Zi Heng picked up the spoon and muttered in a low voice, "It's better to make it yourself and enjoy it."
An Ran gave her son a funny look, then turned to look at Ding Changhe. Unexpectedly, Ding Changhe was also looking at her, smiling with raised lips.
Ding Changhe couldn't remember how long it had been, and he hadn't had such a quiet and warm meal.
Sister Chen took Dongmei to clean the table, and An Ran went to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.
"I'll make do with it, sir. The tea you brought has long since disappeared. I bought this later and it doesn't taste as good as the one you originally brought."
Ding Changhe picked it up and smelled it. It smelled like the Jizhong side, a bit astringent.
"I'll send you some more in a while. I'm so busy now that I can't take care of many things."
An Ran smiled and said, "This matter is not as important as the uncle's matter. It is not worth keeping in mind."
"Your affairs and my son's affairs are not trivial to me. Fortunately, things can slow down for a while and I can take a good rest."
"My uncle rode all the way here and stayed with us in the mountains for a long time. He must be very tired. He will take a hot bath to relieve his fatigue later. The water is boiling in the kitchen right now."
Ding Changhe took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and leaned back on the chair.
"I'm really tired. I went from home to the military camp to arrange chores, and then back again. I didn't stop all the way. I just wanted to get home early so I could have a good rest."
"I'm going to see if the water is gone. Now, uncle, go wash up and change all your clothes. They're all covered in dust."
An Ran turned around and went to the kitchen. There was hot water boiling in the big pot. An Ran scooped out the hot water. Before he could lift it in, Ding Changhe came in.
"I'll carry it. You can bring me a change of clothes later."
"good."
An Ran scooped out the water, filled the pot with more water, and added more firewood to continue burning. I washed my hands and went back to the bedroom.
In his free time, An Ran made several sets of clothes for each of Ding Changhe and Xiao Shitou, and took out a new undershirt to send to Ding Changhe.
As soon as he entered the clean room door, Zi Heng also lay down beside the tub, "Heng'er, go out first, let daddy wash first."
Ziheng said nothing and looked at his father with blinking eyes.
Ding Changhe waved his hand, "Put the clothes there, I'll take Heng'er to wash them together."
Ziheng grinned, quickly took off his clothes, and jumped into the tub.
Ding Changhe was also funny. He originally wanted An Ran to help him scrub, but now he had to serve the little one first.
An Ran put down her change of clothes, closed the door, and added some firewood to the stove before returning to the room.
No matter how the father and son washed it, they worked for a long time anyway, water spilled all over the floor, and Zi Heng's laughter could be heard from time to time.
When Ding Changhe came out after changing his clothes, his hair was tied loosely on his head, he wrapped Ziheng in a cloth and carried him back to the house.
An Ran saw that Ding Changhe's hair was still dripping with water, and quickly took a dry cloth to help him wipe it.
Ziheng threw away the cloth around him and started somersaulting on the kang with his bare buttocks bare.
An Ran quickly took the small coat and put it on for him. It was not okay to expose his belly. He was afraid that he would catch a cold when sleeping at night.
Ding Changhe took the dry cloth and said, "Go ahead and I'll wipe his hair."
Zi Heng sat naked in front of his father again, happily letting his father wipe his head.
After An Ran finished washing up, he came back and saw the father and son lying together, talking quietly.
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