we will meet

Chapter 2 That little girl is back?
Tong Xiaojing looked at her mother and said with a smile: "Of course I can't say it, otherwise how can I surprise you!"

Li Yuan pulled Tong Xiaojing to look and look again, and after confirming that it was really her daughter, tears of excitement came down.

"You girl, you've really grown up. I remember when I sent you to college, you were still young." Li Yuan reached out to wipe away her tears, and pulled Tong Xiaojing into the store.

"Sit down and have a rest, I'll call your dad." Li Yuan said, took the old smartphone on the table and called her husband Tong Tianhai.

The phone rang a few times before it was picked up, and there was a noisy sound from the other end of the phone, as if in a busy city.

"Her dad, you don't have to do it now, you go home and get ready, make something delicious tonight, our Xiaojing is back." Li Yuan shared the joy with her husband excitedly.

"What?"

Li Yuan was displeased when she heard that, "Find me a quiet place quickly and listen to me."

There was a response from the other end of the phone, and then another loud voice, mixed with footsteps.Tong Xiaojing leaned closer to her mother, listening to her father's muttering, her mother was thin and her father was tall, two people with completely opposite personalities, but they achieved each other.

Soon, the father's voice came from the phone, this time there was no noisy voice in the voice.

The father listened to his mother and went to a quiet place.

"Listen, our child is coming home, hurry up to prepare dinner, grab a local chicken from the chicken coop and stew it, we must make steam pot chicken, our Xiaojing's favorite food." Li Yuan said, and added: "I'll give away the flowers in my hand, and I'll come back after closing the door, and buy some small tofu when I come back."

"Xiaojing is back?" Tong Tianhai said cheerfully, "What kind of flowers are you going to give when the child comes back? You close the door quickly, I'll go home and kill chickens, hurry up... By the way, buy more little tofu , children love to eat."

"Got it, got it, don't scribble." After Li Yuan finished speaking, she hung up the phone quickly. She looked at Tong Xiaojing who was smiling in front of her, and muttered: "You girl didn't tell your family earlier, and you only have to go to prepare temporarily. Your favorite chicken and tofu."

Tong Xiaojing reached out and took her mother's hand: "I'll be happy to see you all when I come back. As for what to eat, it doesn't matter."

Her favorite is steam pot chicken. In their small town, steam pot chicken is a famous dish.

When she was a child, when her grandfather was still alive, the first thing she did when she came home from school was to play with her grandfather. At that time, her grandfather was busy in the workshop, making pottery for others, and would stew it every time he worked hard. A small pot of steam pot chicken, with a pot of wine, can sit for a long time.

"Mom, I'll tie the flowers for you." Tong Xiaojing said, leaning forward to help her mother.

As soon as she stretched out her hand, her mother stretched out her hand to stop her: "Don't make any trouble, these roses have thorns on them, just let me come, I'm rough-skinned and thick-skinned, I'm used to it, your hand is for holding the pen holder, so don't hurt it. "

Tong Xiaojing wanted to help but her mother refused at all, so she had to pull up a chair and sit at the door, sitting in front of her mother's flower shop, watching the tourists passing by.

There are a lot more pedestrians on the street than when she first went to college, especially young people.

Under the colorful lights, this is also a lively small town.

After sitting for about 10 minutes, Li Yuan finished the bouquet that needed to be sent out. She packed the bouquet and took it with her.

"Let's go, the door is closed early today, let's go home."

Tong Xiaojing stepped forward to help her mother hold a bouquet of flowers, and the mother and daughter went home together.

Walking on the busy street, from time to time, vendors on the side of the road would smile and ask her when they saw Li Yuan: "Sister Yuan, why are you sending flowers so early today?"

Li Yuan always said with a smile that the door is closed early today, and this trip will not be delivered after the delivery. Her daughter is back and has to go home.

Tong Xiaojing followed behind her mother, and she could feel her mother's joy from her mother's fast pace.

The mother and daughter finished delivering the flowers ordered by the customer together. Li Yuan took Tong Xiaojing to the vegetable market to buy special small tofu and glutinous rice cakes.

Finally came to the pickle stand.

"Third Aunt, give me some crystal scallions, fermented bean curd, spicy one, and spicy radish, half-dried, my daughter likes it." Li Yuan talked enthusiastically to the third aunt who sold pickles , clearly state what is needed.

"I'm going to send it to your daughter again? How is that girl doing recently? It's all good!"

The third aunt skillfully took the pickle jar and spoon, and prepared to pack the pickles according to Li Yuan's previous request.

Seeing her move, Li Yuan immediately called out to her: "Don't pack it separately, just use the bag, I'm going to take it home."

"It's not easy to pack it when you take it home. I'll pack it for you, so that it will be more convenient for you to send it out by express." The third aunt said that she was ready to pack fermented bean curd.

"My daughter is back, so I don't need to send it this time."

This time, the third aunt stopped moving, turned her head to look at Li Yuan, and said in a daze, "The little girl is back?"

"Yes." Li Yuan said, and stretched out her hand to pull Tong Xiaojing who was standing beside her: "This is it!"

Tong Xiaojing stood beside her mother, looking at the third aunt who had been secretly smiling. She had been at it for a long time, and the third aunt hadn't seen her until her mother reminded her that the third aunt turned her attention to her.

The third aunt saw Tong Xiaojing and was stunned for a few seconds before she realized it.

"Xiaojing, this girl is beautiful again. This girl...you don't say anything when you come back. It's not easy to eat pickles." After speaking, the third aunt took the small bag neatly, and put the pickles that Li Yuan had just mentioned All of them were packaged, and two new products were added.

"Hurry up and take it. I'm treating you today. There are also two new products I made, pickled radish and lemon cucumber. You can try my aunt's craft."

Aunt San's pickle skills are unrivaled in this area, and many local people are loyal fans of Aunt San's pickles.

"Thank you, Third Aunt." She smiled and took Third Aunt's pickles, and at the end, she took out a rose and gave it to Third Aunt: "Third Aunt, this is for you."

The third aunt was a little excited when she saw her flowers: "Oh, hey, you girl has gone out to study for a few years, and you know how to be romantic. Why do I accept flowers at my age?" The flowers were collected, and they were placed on the side cabinet as if they were treasures.

"Third Aunt, thank you."

After bidding farewell to the third aunt, they returned to Wanyao Village together and went home.

As soon as I opened the door and entered the house, I could smell the smell of chicken. The small yard of their house is not big. My father must be cooking chicken in a small stove in the yard, otherwise the whole yard would not be filled with the smell of chicken.

Childhood memories emerged, and this was her favorite taste.

(End of this chapter)