Portable Space: Traveling through Nongmen

Chapter 107 Are You Here To Give This?
"Let's go, it's getting late, and the back basket is full, mother will take you home."

"it is good."

When picking mushrooms, Bao'er was always helping at the side, so Shen Yingshu didn't pay much attention to him.

As a result, as soon as she raised her head this time, Shen Yingshu saw that the little guy had turned into a little cat.

I don't know when the mud was on the small face, forehead and nose, and the little mud on the nose has dried up.

Shen Yingshu walked forward with a smile, took out a handkerchief from his pocket towel, and helped the little guy wipe off the mud on his face: "Where did this little clay figurine come from? Why is his face covered in mud?"

Hearing Shen Yingshu's words, Bao'er was stunned for two seconds, and then his little face turned red instantly. He subconsciously took a step back, wanting to reach out and wipe the dirt on his face.

But before he could move, Shen Yingshu reached out and pinched his shoulder, "Don't move, mother will wipe it for you, and you can't see it, it will be all over your face later."

Hearing what Shen Yingshu said, Bao'er stood there shyly until Shen Yingshu put down the handkerchief.

"Okay, wipe it clean."

As soon as Shen Yingshu finished speaking, the little doll in front of her jumped all the way out in an instant, and the little guy's soft voice came:

"Then, mother, let's go quickly."

"Okay, let's go."

Seeing the little guy's shy look, Shen Yingshu stopped teasing him and followed the little guy down the mountain.

Don't look at how fast the little guy's two calves are bouncing, but his legs are short now, he can take three steps, and Shen Yingshu can keep up with one step.

So it didn't take long for Shen Yingshu to catch up with him, and the little guy had no strength to run because of his exhaustion.

Looking at the little guy's dejected look, Shen Yingshu took the initiative to hold his little hand.

The originally shy little guy blushed quietly the moment he was held by his hand, but he didn't struggle, and obediently walked forward with Shen Yingshu holding hands.

He knows very well that he is too small now, and his strength is not enough.

Mother has already carried a large basket of things on her back.He didn't want to hold his mother back, so holding hands and walking together was the best choice.

Bao'er was exhausted because of lack of energy, while Shen Yingshu was also out of breath because of picking herbs and mushrooms all afternoon, and carrying a load of dozens of catties on her back.

The mother and son dawdled along the way, taking a break after walking for a while, and actually wasted an hour on this journey.

Shen Yingshu secretly lamented that she really broke the record more and more, the forest was already close to home.

As a result, I wasted an hour late on my return trip.

She is really getting lazy.

But fortunately, it was less than six o'clock in the past hour, and the sun had not completely set.

Let Bao'er go to play in the house by herself, and Shen Yingshu started to pack up and make dinner.

Organize the herbs and mushrooms in the back basket and separate them.

There was no one else in the kitchen, Shen Yingshu didn't have any scruples, and directly took out a pheasant from the space.

In the afternoon, I promised Bao'er that I would make stewed chicken and mushrooms in the evening, so I couldn't break my promise.

This pheasant was given by Song Qingsheng when I went to Grandma Song's house to borrow a stone mill last time. Shen Yingshu has never had time to make it, and she doesn't know how to eat it.

It has been kept in the space to keep fresh, and it just happens to come in handy now.

Shen Yingshu chopped a whole chicken this time, and prepared some more mushrooms. Since it was still early, he planned to send a copy to Grandma Song's house after cooking.

Song Qingsheng's elder brother gave him a pheasant, and it's not good for him as a younger sister to eat alone.

The point is not her own sister, so Shen Yingshu is too embarrassed to take advantage of others.

The meat quality of pheasant is more woody, and the stewing time is longer.

After Shen Yingshu finished cooking, the sky had already darkened. She divided more than half of the scrambled eggs and stewed mushrooms into clay pots.

Clay pots have a good thermal insulation effect, and then put the packed pots into the back basket and take them there.

"Bao'er, I'm going to Grandma Song's house, are you going?"

After getting ready, Shen Yingshu went to the room to ask Bao'er.

"Go, I want to be with my mother."

Bao'er agreed without any hesitation, he didn't want to stay at home alone.

The little guy is just a child who is three and a half years old and not yet four years old, and it's time to cling to others.

Shen Yingshu didn't say anything, she nodded obediently, and held the little guy's hand.

When she asked the little guy just now, she guessed the little guy's choice.

The road was a bit dark, so Shen Yingshu brought a lantern with her when she went, holding the lantern in one hand and holding the little guy in the other, and she also carried a clay pot on her back.

Shen Yingshu looked very clumsy, but she was worried about the little guy.

It's not like daytime, it's so dark around.If you leave a few steps away, you can't find people even if you are not far away.

So she directly took the little guy's hand and walked towards Grandma Song's house bit by bit.

At this time, Shen Yingshu was very lucky, fortunately, there was no slope on this road, otherwise it would be over if the whole person fell to the ground.

I don't know if Grandma Song and Song Qingsheng had dinner at this point in time.

After walking slowly for 10 minutes, Shen Yingshu let go of Bao'er's little hand, and knocked on the door quickly, "Grandma Song, Brother Qingsheng, are you in the house!"

The night was originally quiet, Shen Yingshu's voice was not loud, and it could pass through the door and reach Song Qingsheng's ears.

Song Qingsheng is cooking, and Grandma Song is not in good health, so generally as long as Song Qingsheng is at home, Grandma Song will not be allowed to cook.

With the knock on the door outside and the familiar shout, Song Qingsheng hurriedly put down the unfinished vegetables and went out.

It's so late and it's still so dark, why is Shen Yingshu here? Is there something urgent?

Song Qingsheng rushed over in a hurry, then opened the door and saw Shen Yingshu's mother and son.

"It's so late, why are you here? Is there something important?"

Through the faint light of the lantern, Shen Yingshu could see Song Qingsheng's handsome brows were frowning, and his eyes were full of anxiety.

She instantly understood what Song Qingsheng was thinking, and quickly explained, "No, there is nothing important. It rained last night. I took Bao'er to the forest today to pick up some mushrooms. I stewed chicken and mushrooms tonight. I want to send you some."

With that said, Shen Yingshu took off the basket, took out the clay pot inside and handed it to Song Qingsheng, "This is it. I'm a little late here, and I don't know if you guys have eaten."

"Not yet." Song Qingsheng replied subconsciously, and then realized, "You came here just to give this?"

"Yes."

if not?
Shen Yingshu looked at Song Qingsheng in confusion, otherwise she would come to him for something.

(End of this chapter)