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Chapter 132 Stone Ground Soy Milk
When Wan Wan gave the small basket to Yan Shu, she gave him some vegetables.

Yan Shu looked at the vegetables in the basket and said a little ashamedly: "Wanwan, these are yours."

"Yes, I want to share them with you, so they are yours now."

Wanwan didn't care, and besides, she didn't give everything.

She is smart. Uncle Yan said that the children who find the most types of vegetables can live in a big house, so she will try to bring her brother to live in it.

Yan Shu reached out and touched Wanwan's head: "Wanwan, you really look like a little angel."

Wanwan nodded: "I'm a little celestial master."

Seeing Wanwan's serious appearance, Yan Shu couldn't help laughing shyly.

so cute.

"I'm going to find my brother, how about you?" Wanwan asked.

Yan Shu looked at the big goose tied under the tree, and quickly made up his mind: "I'll be with you."

If a person goes on the road alone and encounters a big goose, he will collapse.

So, Wanwan took Yan Shu on the road.

The two walked from the village to the end of the village, and finally heard Xia Zhihuai's voice outside a courtyard.

His voice was really recognizable, even Wanwan couldn't tell, anyway, she could tell it from the first sentence she heard.

"Brother must be here!" Wanwan excitedly walked forward, followed closely by Yan Shu.

Standing at the gate, the two children saw Xia Zhihuai who was grinding in the yard at a glance.

"elder brother!"

Wan Wan was overjoyed, she finally found someone to show off to.

……

Xia Zhihuai was still a little dazed when he heard Wanwan's voice.

Mainly, he was going to be exhausted like a dog.

When grinding the mill, Wan Wan's Dali Talisman was still effective at the beginning, but later on he struggled more and more, and he realized that the Dali Talisman's effect had expired.

But half of the beans in the bucket were not ground properly. When he gritted his teeth and pushed the millstone, he really wanted to cry.

He is false, really false.

Why are there such things as millstones these days?

The most important thing is that there is a millstone, why is there no donkey that pulls the millstone?
His "human donkey" is really too bitter.

It must be part of the design of the program group, it's too stupid.

After Xia Zhihuai let go, he turned his head to look at Wanwan who ran in from the yard, immediately picked her up, and whispered in her ear, "Do you have the Dali Talisman? Please bring a stack to my brother."

Wanwan looked at him suspiciously: "No."

"Don't you usually like to swallow talismans?" Xia Zhihuai didn't believe it.

Wanwan warned: "Then why do you want the talisman?"

Xia Zhihuai: "Turn the mill, your brother and I are going to be exhausted, please help me."

"Okay." Wanwan leaned on his shoulder, glanced at the huge stone mill, fished it out of her pocket, and then took out a piece of talisman paper and stuffed it into his neckline, "There is only one."

Xia Zhihuai breathed a sigh of relief: "Enough."

There was only half a bucket of beans left, and one talisman was enough.

Xia Zhihuai lowered his head and smacked her cheek, then lifted it up and boasted, "Wanwan, I just found out today that you are really worthy in the world!"

Wanwan blinked her big black and round eyes: "???"

After two seconds, she was put on the ground by Xia Zhihuai and left behind for an instant, before she realized it.

"Brother, what did you think of me before?"

Xia Zhihuai had already pushed the millstone up, almost taking off on the spot.

He was in a relaxed mood and happily replied: "Of course I used to be a little radish in the world! Short and thick."

Wanwan stood aside, looking at him in shock.

Yan Shu walked up behind her and touched the stupid hair on her head: "Wanwan, don't be sad. Come home with me and be my sister." Xia Zhihuai suddenly stopped and looked at Yan Shu condescendingly. .

"You, want to snatch my sister?"

Yan Shu looked at the tall and handsome Xia Zhihuai, and nodded sincerely: "I will grow tall and handsome in the future, Wanwan will be my younger sister, and I will always be with her."

"Unlike you, when Wanwan grows up, you will grow old."

Xia Zhihuai's pupils trembled: "???"

What is this kid talking about?
He, Niu Colu Xia Xia, is old?

Wan Wan looked back at Yan Shu, puzzled, "How can brother get old?"

Qinglong's lifespan is longer than that of her own flat peach tree.

The last Qinglong Shenjun lived for hundreds of thousands of years.

My brother still has a long, long lifespan. Maybe when she is gone, my brother will not grow old.

Wanwan said to Yan Shu seriously: "Brother won't grow old, he will always be young."

Xia Zhihuai was a little shocked at first, but when he recovered, he was overwhelmed by Wanwan's words.

Sure enough, dear sister!
"Let me tell you, Yan Shu, you can't beat me."

Xia Zhihuai raised his hand to cover Wanwan's head, flaunting: "My sister, it can only be my sister, no one can take it away."

"No matter how handsome, tall and excellent you are in the future, Wanwan will only be me—Xia Zhihuai, my only sister."

Yan Shu is a little frustrated, is there no other way?

Wanwan nodded vigorously, then stretched out her hand to pat the back of Xia Zhihuai's hand away, and stretched out her hand to grab Yan Shu's sleeve.

"Brother Yan Shu, don't be sad. Although I can't go home with you, I can be your little sister when recording the show."

Yan Shu raised his lowered head, looking at Wanwan's sweet smile: "Really?"

"Yeah." Wanwan nodded.

With a question mark face on his face, Xia Zhihuai looked at Wanwan, who had defected temporarily: "???"

"Tao Wanwan, did you become a traitor too quickly?"

"Can you show me some face for your brother?"

After coaxing Yan Shu well, Wanwan turned around and said, "Brother, why do you want face?"

Xia Zhihuai bit his cheek, his eyes were not friendly: "..."

This sister, can I still have it?

……

Seeing that Wanwan's attention was all on Yan Shu, Xia Zhihuai felt a little helpless right now, so he chose to go back and grind the beans.

Grinding beans was their staple for dinner, otherwise Wan Wan would have to eat leaves tonight.

The stone mill turned round and round.

Wanwan and Yan Shu were sitting on the stone slab beside them, watching Xia Zhihuai grind the mill with their hands on their chins.

The milky white thick juice trickled slowly from the small hole left under the stone mill and fell into the small tin bucket.

Because of the blessing of the powerful talisman, the remaining half of the bucket of soaked beans grinds very quickly.

When it was almost finished, an old man came out from the backyard and went to the iron bucket to look at the finished soybean milk.

"Okay, let's filter first."

Xia Zhihuai raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and asked, "How to filter it?"

"Filtered with a white cloth, the soy milk is ground by a stone mill, and there is bean dregs in it."

Xia Zhihuai went to wash his hands, took the clean white cloth handed over by the old man, and according to the other party, cooperated with the old man to filter the bean dregs.

White soybean milk seeps from the white cloth into the small wooden barrel below.

Xia Zhihuai tightened the white cloth, squeezed the bean dregs vigorously with both hands, squeezed out the juice inside, and then put the white cloth wrapped with bean dregs in the editor-in-chief's dustpan.

PS: I have been sick for the past two days and have been slacking off on updating. I will stay up late tonight and write another chapter, and I will write more tomorrow.

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