The life of the Xianyu family through books

The big steamed buns made by the Yan family are big, white, soft and fragrant.

The aroma of the steamed buns when they are just out of the pot is very tempting.

Yan Yu had been waiting there, just for this moment.

She didn't mind the heat and swallowed it whole while blowing on it.

Yan Laoer watched his daughter chewing steamed buns with a smile and did not stop her.

He knew that this little snack before meals would not affect her dinner. His daughter gradually became a big eater, and the food she ate was converted into energy. It should be said that she inexplicably felt a sense of accomplishment from this development.

Every bit of strength comes from a reason. It is fed to them bit by bit by their parents. As long as you change your mindset, you will feel quite at ease.

"Dabao, get some for those boys." Yan Laoer picked out a basket of steamed buns and handed them to Yan Yu.

Yan Yu nodded, quickly put another one into her mouth, and walked out of the kitchen while biting it.

After a glance, the Wei brothers quickly followed.

Handing the winnowing basket to Wei San, Yan Yu took half of the steamed bun from his mouth and chewed it slowly.

"Hey! Eat it!"

Several hands reached into the dustpan at the same time.

The Wei brothers devoured the food voraciously, and their appearance was not much better than Yan Yu's.

The secretion of saliva intensifies the sweetness of the wheat aroma.

"It's so delicious. Why are your steamed buns so fragrant!" Wei Qi said while eating.

Wei San, Wei Si, and Wei Liu nodded repeatedly.

Agree with this statement.

At this moment, all the rebellious, unruly and troublesome people disappeared.

They now looked more pleasing to Yan Xiaoer, who had bullied them in the past.

Children's likes and dislikes are so simple, they will be soft-hearted if they are spoiled by others.

"Of course the dough is fragrant if it is kneaded with milk." Yan Yu explained to them.

"Chew it more. It will taste better and better." Yan Yu reached out and took out another steamed bun and demonstrated.

"Why can you eat so much?" Wei Si asked.

Yan Yu raised an eyebrow. You've only been here for a few days, and you've already learned the Guanzhou dialect? It's a pity that it's not very authentic.

"Wei Xiaoqi can eat it too." Yan Yu avoided the main point.

Wei Xiaoqi nodded and shook his head: "I have been observing you for a few days. You eat more than me. No wonder you are stronger than me."

Yan Yu's strength was extremely eye-catching. It was naturally visible when they were training together in the military camp.

But everyone in Xiao'anting was used to it and they were too embarrassed to make a fuss about it. They only discussed it secretly in private.

"What can I do if it's natural?" Yan Yu said proudly.

Only Wei Xiaoqi nodded in agreement. The other three looked at each other, but kept silent and bit their buns even more fiercely.

"Your father can actually cook?" Wei Liu was surprised.

Yan Yu said proudly: "Not only can I cook, but I cook very well. These big steamed buns are delicious, right? The braised pork tonight is my father's specialty! Eat less, so you don't get hungry later."

"Waiter, does your father cook at home every day?" Wei Xiaoqi accidentally asked what was in his mind.

  Yan Yu's eyes were full of vigilance. What's the matter? Do you still want to come to my house for free meals every day?

"Dad is so busy, how is that possible!" Her words blocked the brat's thoughts.

……

As usual, the table was set in the yard for dinner.

As soon as the braised pork that Yan Laoer had kept warm in a large casserole was placed on the table, it attracted the special attention of the Wei brothers.

These guys ate without saying a word.

While eating, he cleverly learned to eat behind others.

Wherever Yan Xiaoer's chopsticks landed, their chopsticks would land there. Needless to say, it was a great feeling to be able to taste all the delicacies without having to use your brain.

Especially when people are scrambling to eat meat, it smells even better.

Yan Yu is not the kind of person who would have his food snatched away from him.

She puffed her cheeks and stared at them intently.

Wherever the chopsticks go, they sweep away everything.

The little mouth keeps chewing crickets, how annoying! The speed of chewing with teeth limits her performance.

  But it doesn’t matter, the final winner will only be her!

As time went by, the Wei brothers gradually fell into decline and they really couldn't eat anymore.

Yan Yu became happy and winked at them.

You little bastards, I’m not convinced by you!

……

The Wei brothers returned to the barracks with bulging bellies.

"Xiaoer is not bragging, her father's cooking is really delicious."

"It's much more delicious than what our chef makes!"

"Brothers, you heard it too, right? The eldest daughter of the Yan family is getting engaged on the fifth day of the first lunar month. A banquet will be prepared and General Yan will be the chef."

"Well, let's come back on the fifth day."

"We should have stayed at the Yan family that day."

Several people kept silent.

There's no point regretting this. It's already like this. They can't tell others that they want to live in Yan's house because they're craving for meat.

"In the future... should we be nicer to Yan Xiaoer?" Wei Liu suggested in a low voice.

Wei Xiaoqi muttered: "How do you define good? They eat well and sleep well, but we can't even beat them in a fight."

Wei Si suddenly said, "Xiao Qi, lend your knife to Yan Xiao Er to have a look."

It can only be said that children are more sensitive. They had long seen that Yan Xiaoer cared about Wei Qi's knife.

Wei Xiaoqi hesitated again and again, "Jiebei, I'll lend it to Yan Xiaoer if she wants to." He couldn't help but ask, "Does this mean I can go to Yan's house for dinner? I don't lend my knife to anyone. If she wants to lend me a knife, she has to let me go to her house for dinner."

The child's wish is simple and plain.

Just for a bite to eat.

……

The Wei brothers didn't know that Yan Xiaoer no longer wanted to lend them a knife.

Yan Laoer loved his child very much, so he got up early and sent the iron lump disguised as meteorite from outer space to Sha the blacksmith.

Unexpectedly, at night, Sha the blacksmith came and knocked on the Yan family’s gate.

He took the iron lump back.

"It's not that I don't want to play with it, I'm just afraid of ruining it." Sha the blacksmith couldn't help rubbing the natural ore with a metallic luster with his rough hands, and said with emotion: "Meteoric iron is rare. I have never seen a piece in my life. I just heard about it. When your family sent this ore to me, you said it was meteoric iron. At that time, I just listened to it and didn't believe it in my heart. I was wondering if you were deceived by someone..."

"I didn't expect it to be real. I only burned a little of this ore, this meteorite iron, and poured it into the mold for casting arrowheads, thinking of giving it a try. Look, look, this arrowhead is sharper and stronger than ordinary iron arrowheads. I forged it with all my strength for a hundred times before it was slightly deformed. This... this is real good iron!" Sha the blacksmith was so excited that he spoke incoherently: "My skills are not worthy of using it. I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"And this drawing that Madam Yan Er gave me." Sha the blacksmith carefully took it out from his arms, unfolded it layer by layer, and handed it over. "I can barely make a blade like this with ordinary iron, but I can't make it well with meteorite iron. I'm afraid of ruining the material and ruining the knife."

Li Xuemei looked at the picture and said, "Sha Tiejiang, I forgot to tell you that we want to make some changes to this picture."

Sha the blacksmith asked casually, "What has been changed?"

"Make the blade thicker here." Li Xuemei pointed to the place she had originally marked.

Yan Laoer said quickly, "Yes, make it thicker, and don't make it so sharp. A heavy sword has no edge. Well, a knife is heavy to begin with, so it doesn't need to be so sharp. Laosha, take a look, is it easier to handle after this modification?"

"Old Sha, we all know your craftsmanship, it's great! The meteorite is just a gimmick. It doesn't matter whether it fell from the sky or was dug out from the ground. Just play it as usual. Play it however you want. The pictures don't have to be all the same. Just play as solid as possible." (End of this chapter)