Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

chapter 34

When Song Yi returned to Yang's house, the house had been cleaned up, and Aunt Honghua and Zhao Hongmei were preparing paper money for joss sticks.

Seeing him coming back, Aunt Honghua stood up and glanced at the face he was holding, and couldn't help swallowing.

Such a big bowl is full of ingredients and looks good. Anyone who looks at it will praise it for benevolence and righteousness.

"Zhao Hongmei, if you let Xiaolan feed it, you can count as a descendant who will die for Grandma Yang." Song Yi handed the pottery bowl to Zhao Hongmei.

Zhao Hongmei took it over, her hands trembling, she turned her head and yelled into the room: "Xiaolan, get out!"

With red eyes, she stared fiercely at Xiao Lan who was walking cautiously in front of her, "Kneel down and kowtow three times to the captain! This is for your bastard father!"

Xiaolan immediately knelt down with a plop, and Song Yi quickly reached out to stop him, but Aunt Honghua grabbed him and shook her head, "Let her kowtow, it should be."

Xiaolan kowtowed three times, her eyes were swollen with tears from crying, "Captain, I will kowtow to you on behalf of my father." After speaking, she kowtowed three more times, "This is mine."

Song Yi stared at her angrily, "Okay! What's the matter with you as a child, hurry up and feed your grandma noodles!"

With tears all over her face, Xiao Lan entered the room holding her face in her hands, and the others followed.

"Here comes the delicious milk noodles" Xiaolan whimpered, sitting by the bed and calling out loudly.

Seeing that the person on the bed did not respond, Zhao Hongmei rushed up and climbed onto the bed to help him up, yelling viciously:

"It's not that you want to eat noodles! Open your eyes! If you don't want to eat it? It's not so easy to want to die!" She shook the old man's shoulder vigorously, loudly.

The old man opened his eyes slightly, moved his lips a few times, but there was no sound.

Xiaolan brought a piece of fat to her mouth, "Grandma, take a bite."

The old man shook his head slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and the cloudy eyes suddenly brightened a lot.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, looked at Song Yi and Aunt Honghua who were standing opposite, "I'm sorry to trouble you... I... thank you."

Xiaolan saw that her spirit had improved a lot, so she cried and held a pottery bowl and handed it to her, "Grandma, the noodles brought to you by the captain. It's better than the ones in the state-run restaurant. Try it..."

"Don't eat, those who want to leave don't steal food from living people." Tears streamed from the corners of Granny Yang's eyes, and she looked at Song Yi apologetically, "I remember Hongmei's horoscope. She came to my Yang's house, It's my Yang family who can't stand her"

She closed her eyes and took a breath, and opened her eyes after a few seconds, "Today is the nineteenth day of the first lunar month, I'm useless, I can only trick you into making her birthday noodles"

"You old godmother." Zhao Hongmei cried and slapped herself, "Who wants to eat some shit birthday noodles! Wuwuwu. Who wants you to sell this old face! Wuwuwu, I can cook myself!"

"Sister Hong." The veins on Granny Yang's neck were bulging, but she had a kind smile on her face, "You didn't pass on the wine to my family to get a marriage certificate...don't put me in sackcloth and Xiaolan, can you?" Live by yourself. You, find a good man to marry."

The last two were suffocated from the throat, and the corner of the mouth twitched after speaking, and the whole person went limp.

Zhao Hongmei suddenly screamed like crazy, "Fuck your mother! I have served you for so many years, why don't you let me wear sackcloth and filial piety! Marry a fart! Your useless girl can do it alone! What a fart! She is a born debt collector!"

Song Yi pushed Aunt Honghua, "Hurry up and fetch hot water, and change the paper clothes first, or it won't be easy to change in a while."

He pursed his lips and took a step forward, "Grandma Yang asked me to tell you that there is a pair of silver bracelets dug out from the bottom of the cabinet. You take one and leave the other for Xiaolan."

Zhao Hongmei put Granny Yang flat, crying and laughing, "There's also a silver bracelet, she's old and confused."

Last month, her daughter took advantage of her fever to talk nonsense, set up a trick, and poached her away long ago.

For this reason, the old lady was so angry that she refused to eat for two days.

And today is not her birthday on the nineteenth day of the first lunar month.

It was March eighteenth.

Song Yi didn't have time to eat after returning home after burning the paper, so he went directly to Song's mother's room.

The Song family has an old ancestral hall, but there are no statues in it, only an empty old house.

For the elderly, future generations will prepare the coffins in advance and put them on the beams.

When Grandma Yang explained her funeral, she just asked for a straw mat to wrap her in for burial. Don't ask Zhao Hongmei to hire a carpenter to make her coffin.

"Mother, Mrs. Yang is old. Zhao Hongmei said that she would dismantle the bed and make a coffin. I've thought about it for a long time. Let's give her the coffin in the ancestral hall first."

There was no light in Song's mother's room, and the mother and son lay down next to each other, and there were only long sighs in the darkness.

"Give it to her, alas, she is also a miserable person."

Song Yi said some other things, and after leaving the room, he went to the stove to serve sweet potato rice and ate the leftovers in silence.

The kerosene lamp stretched his lonely figure, and the quiet kitchen and the crying babies in the yard seemed to be separated by a world.

Song Erdou groped into the stove with his hands behind his back like a thief, he smiled, and put a bowl on the stove, "I left it for you ~ eat quickly~"

The soy sauce and garlic sprouts in the bowl have been marinated into sauce color, and there is half a bowl of thick sliced ​​meat on it.

Song Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise, stretched out his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and rolled it in the sauce.

The moment it is stuffed into the mouth, the spicy salty taste and the soft and oily taste are domineering between the lips and teeth.

He ate two yuan, came back with a bowl of sweet potato rice, paused with his hand outstretched with chopsticks, and picked up pickles with chopsticks instead.

"Give it to your aunts."

"I'm not going, my mother won't spare me if she knows." Song Erdou lazily sat down on the firewood, took out a piece of dried spicy beans and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing.

Send it to your aunt?
If mother doesn't beat him to death, he will be a ghost.

He moved the stool over and looked at Song Yi with disapproval.

"Uncle, if you give the meat to my aunt, what's the difference from slapping my mother? She was already very angry about you, aren't you surrendering to the enemy!"

Song Yi slapped him with a chopstick with a dark face, "There is no enemy in the family, do you owe a beating?"

"Hiss~" Song Erdou bared his teeth and rubbed the back of his hands, humming unconvinced, "Anyway, this meat has to go into your mouth, otherwise you will betray our profound friendship!"

"What kind of friendship do I have with you, big or small." Song Yi glanced at him in distaste, took a piece of meat and dipped it in the sauce, and handed it to his mouth.

"I won't eat, I'm full today." Song Erdou waved the dried beans and patted his stomach proudly, "It's been a long time since I ate so much meat that my throat was blocked, hehe!"

Song Yi didn't force it, after all, it was more than two catties of meat, and it was eaten after dinner, so it was really satisfying.

Song Erdou chattered about the situation in the school at night, then suddenly changed the subject, kicked Song Yi's shoes, his face narrowed.

"I heard my mother talk to my father. My uncle's younger brother works in the Luotianxu State-run Hotel. He didn't look right at Sister Yuzhu, and he cut more meat for her today~"

Song Yi's hand holding the chopsticks tightened suddenly, "A man, don't learn your tongue like a gossip woman, just mind your own business."

"Oh." Song Erdou got up pretendingly, and moved towards the door with a figure-of-eight step, "Then I won't tell you what attitude Sister Yuzhu had at that time, and you don't want to know anyway."

"return!"

"No!"

"Tsk, don't plant seedlings tomorrow, how about picking manure?"

"Uh" Song Erdou ran back with a smirk on his face, "My mother said that Sister Yuzhu is very interesting, and she didn't seem very happy when they cut up four taels of meat for her. She didn't ask about it until she came back. people."

This makes people very puzzled.

If anyone's family has such relatives, they are always in a hurry to inquire about them so that they can establish a relationship.

Song Yi took a big mouthful of sweet potato rice, and secretly raised the corner of his mouth, "You can get out."

"The boat of friendship capsizes." Song Erdou's smile froze on his face, his shoulders slumped and he walked out muttering.

The kitchen became quiet again, and Song Yi ate a full meal full of oil and water with a bite of sliced ​​meat and sweet potato rice.

After washing the dishes and chopsticks, I didn't rest idle, and continued to work.

The drying dam at the gate of Song’s house is very lively. Both adults and children are doing the most common sideline job in this season: braiding straw hats.

(End of this chapter)