Chuanshu became the aunt in the period essay

Chapter 109 People are at my uncle's house, the pot comes from the sky

Zhao Jingyi didn't care about him, she carried the basket into the kitchen, poured water into the pot, and started a fire.

I took a cloth bag and a tub.

Sitting in front of the stove, grilling on the fire, peeled the shells of the winter bamboo shoots with a knife.

Su Jingyang also followed, sitting in front of the stove.

Helping to peel off the shell, thinking about what happened just now, Su Jingyang was a little embarrassed and said, "Can you help me keep what happened just now?"

Zhao Jing paused with one hand and said, "That educated youth just now?"

Su Jingyang was even more embarrassed and nodded.

Zhao Jing looked at him and asked, "Did you provoke other girls?"

Su Jingyang was stunned, and shook his head: "No, I don't even know her name."

Zhao Jing nodded, "That's fine. If you don't like her, just refuse her. Don't delay her girl."

Su Jingyang was depressed, he was straightforward and didn't provoke others, he really didn't understand what these people liked about him.

But looking at Zhao Jingyi's young and old-fashioned way of talking, she nodded helplessly: "Got it."

Suddenly thinking of what Su Qingyun said today, she asked suspiciously: "Uncle said you don't want to go to Beijing, why?"

Zhao Jing paused with one hand, and said lightly: "Why are you going there, my home is here,"

Su Jingyang curled his lips and said, "It's all one family and you divide it into my family? Go and have fun, and come back when you've had enough."

Zhao Jingyi smiled and said nothing.

Su Jingyang suddenly thought that if Zhao Jing left, he would go back with his uncle, and if he could go back, no one would take her to play.

"But it's true. It's definitely not fun if I'm not in Beijing. When I go back, you come with me, and I'll take you to play."

Zhao Jing twitched the corner of her mouth and said lightly, "Let's talk about it."

Su Jingyang didn't say anything.

The two quickly peeled the winter bamboo shoots, and Zhao Jing put the shells outside the stove, and waited for the fire to dry out the moisture before throwing them in and burning them.

It was getting late, so Zhao Jingyi washed the winter bamboo shoots with water and put them aside.

When Zhao Xiaoya came back from the outside, she went straight into the kitchen and didn't ask much when she saw the winter bamboo shoots, thinking it was from Su Jingyang.

Zhao Jingyi took a few winter bamboo shoots and put them in a basket and handed them to Zhao Xiaoya.

"You take these to the captain's house, and these to your grandma Jiang's house."

Zhao Xiaoya nodded: "Okay."

He went out with a basket.

Zhao Jing took out the white noodles that Su Qingyun had bought for her from the cupboard.

Looking at Su Jingyang, he asked, "Do you want to eat steamed buns or noodles tonight?"

Zhao Jingyi was a little tangled, not knowing which one to do, she couldn't do it, but the original owner would.

So it's okay to round up yourself.

Su Jingyang was not picky, and said, "You can do whatever you want, and I can eat whatever you want."

The corner of Zhao Jing's mouth twitched, forget it, let's steam the buns.

According to the original owner's memory of making black-faced steamed buns, Zhao Jingyi roughly made them.

Fortunately, the car didn't overturn, so now all that's left is to cut him into pieces and put them in the pot to steam.

Zhao Xiaoya came back, and there were some things in the basket.

"Grandma, Aunt Osmanthus gave the glutinous rice, cooked, and Grandma Jiang gave the white rabbit toffee, which is said to be brought back by the second uncle."

Zhao Jing took a look and nodded: "I'm taking two to the next door for your Aunt Li."

Zhao Xiaoya nodded, and ran out with two winter bamboo shoots.

There were many more in the wooden basin. Zhao Jing steamed the steamed buns in the pot, took out three plump winter bamboo shoots, cut them into slices, and took a piece of meat from the basket under the eaves outside, and cut a little out.

Another cabbage and potatoes were taken from the cellar.

Su Jingyang took the initiative to wash and peel it, and then handed everything over to Zhao Jing.

Outside.

Ji Mingxuan and Gu Beichuan came over with the rations for the three of them.

Seeing the door open and smoke rising from the kitchen, he walked in directly.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, I saw Zhao Jingyi chopping vegetables.

He went in and put the things down and said, "Uncle will come over later, let him fry it, you sit and warm up."

Zhao Jing thought about it for a while, and it was not impossible, she nodded, then cut the things and put them aside.

Ji Mingxuan saw the winter bamboo shoots in the pot and asked, "Winter bamboo shoots? Jingyang, have you gone to the mountain?"

Su Jingyang shook his head: "It's not me, it's my cousin."

Ji Mingxuan frowned, with disapproval in his eyes: "Why didn't you call us when you went up the mountain?"

How dangerous it is, a little girl.

Zhao Jing touched her nose and said, "I haven't gone too far."

Ji Mingxuan sighed and said, "That's also very dangerous. Next time you have something to do, just call us. Don't go into the mountain alone."

As soon as Zhao Jing looked at him, she nodded helplessly: "I know, I will call you guys next time."

At this moment, Su Qingyun came in from the outside with food in his hand, and asked, "What next time?"

Gu Beichuan looked at Su Qingyun and shouted: "Uncle, let's talk about the matter of my cousin going to the mountain at noon."

Zhao Jingyi: "..." Damn kid.

Su Qingyun's eyes sank, she put down the things in her hands, walked over and said, "You have entered the mountain."

Zhao Jingyi felt a little guilty, and nodded: "I just went for a while, and didn't go too deep."

Su Qingyun looked at her: "Then you mean that you want to go deeper."

Zhao Jing turned her head with a guilty conscience: "...I didn't say that."

Su Qingyun almost laughed out of breath, while Su Jingyang looked on gloatingly.

Zhao Jing gave him a dark look.

Su Jingyang smiled even happier, and raised his eyebrows provocatively.

Zhao Jingyi suddenly cast a malicious look at him, then smiled sweetly at Su Qingyun and said, "I went to find Su Jingyang, he's not here."

Su Jingyang was completely dumbfounded.

Immediately, the three of them turned Su Qingyun's gaze to Su Jingyang.

"You're fooling around there again."

Su Jingyang looked aggrieved, and quickly said, "I'm with you."

People are at my uncle's house, and the pot comes from the sky.

Su Qingyun remembered, it seemed to be, but that was also his problem.

"Stop running to me in the future, lest your cousin look for you and can't find you."

Although she knew that Zhao Jingyi deliberately made an excuse at this time, Su Qingyun still followed her.

Su Jingyang was so angry that he nodded under Su Qingyun's threatening eyes.

Depressedly said: "Got it, hum, they all bully me."

As soon as Zhao Jing wanted to laugh but didn't dare to, Su Qingyun stretched out her hand and scratched her nose, and said dotingly, "You, don't allow it next time."

Zhao Jing covered her nose and nodded obediently.



Hostess.

Zhu Yanling came in from the outside and saw three chubby winter bamboo shoots in the pot, she was surprised and said, "Mother, where did the winter bamboo shoots come from, they are really big."

The old lady said without raising her head: "Your aunt asked Xiaoya to send it."

Zhu Yanling laughed immediately, and praised Zhao Jingyi: "My aunt is so kind, she always brings delicious food to our family."

Only then did Mrs. Jiang look up at her and said, "I know your aunt is good, so I will help you more in the future. Don't always be petty and shameless."

Zhu Yanling readily responded, "Mom, I will."

Although she is stingy and greedy for petty gains, she is also a kind person who repays her kindness. So many times when Zhao Jing sent something, she could tell that it was all for her mother's sake.

What's more, she and her son can also eat. She treats anyone who treats her well.

(End of this chapter)