hello fireman

Chapter 51
On weekends, Miguo was getting paid and got off work early. On the way home, she went to Liansu Restaurant on Jiuxi Road to buy the crab rice dumpling that Mama Mi and Mira loved most, to celebrate.

Holding the takeaway bag high, Mi Guo desperately squeezed into a bus during the evening rush hour.

When I got on the bus, I realized why China is a populous country. In a small bus, it was seriously overcrowded, crowded and dead. In order to keep the crab noodle buns in his hand, Miguo was squeezed in with his feet hanging in the air. Crowded among people, struggling all the way.

Finally, it's time to stop.

Pushed hard by someone, Mi Guo staggered, ran forward a few steps, and stopped the car in embarrassment.

With a distorted expression, the first thing she did was not to care about her toes that were trampled by a beautiful woman's high-heeled shoes, but to take a delicious takeaway and sniff it.

A satisfied moan came out of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, an innocent child's voice sounded from the side: "Mom, big sister is hungry."

"..."

When he got home, Mi Guo looked up and saw several rows of bamboo poles standing against the wind on his balcony.Her eyes lit up, and her injured toe was shaking as she rushed up the stairs.

When I entered the door, I shouted: "Dad, I want an enema, I want an enema!"

Mila was lying on the sofa in the living room watching a Korean drama, when she heard the sudden and exciting shout, she frowned, and slowly raised her head, "Turn around, walk at the same pace, go straight 50 meters, and you will find the anorectal specialist."

Mi Guo let out an ah, reacted for a few seconds, and then flung off the heavy down jacket angrily.She stretched out her hand, deliberately shook the bag in her hand in front of Mira, then turned around and left.

Mi Guo raised the corners of her mouth and counted silently in her heart. Before she could count to three, she lightened her fingers, and the bag had been snatched away by a little elf who smelled it.

"Sister, you're so kind! Don't worry, I'll give you an enema after I finish eating! When the time comes, whether it's coffee or rice vinegar, it's up to you!" Mira vowed.

Mi Guo raised the corners of her mouth and bent upwards in a big arc, "Leave me a cage."

"Okay. As long as someone doesn't show up, I promise to keep it for you." Before Mira finished speaking, there was a magic voice in her ear, "Lala!"

Mira trembled in fright, and swallowed the crab meat bun just brought to her mouth.

Mama Mi appeared with glaring eyebrows and arms crossed, Miguo ran away with her head in her arms, Mira was choked by the bun and couldn't run, so she could only stretch her neck and stare, helplessly being robbed of love by Mama Mi. .

Mi Guo ran into the kitchen and saw the semi-finished red and chubby sausage, and the saliva in his mouth overflowed involuntarily.

Papa Mi's ancestral home is in Jiangxi, and he has the custom of "flaming fire" to welcome the New Year.During the twelfth lunar month, every family marinated bacon, wind chicken and fish, and stuffed sausages, mainly to prepare for the upcoming Lunar New Year.The winter is extremely cold and the weather is dry and cold. The pickled things are not only stored for a long time, but also not easy to spoil.

Mijia also continues the tradition of the hometown, making bacon and sausages by hand.It's really handmade, those modern mechanical equipment such as meat grinder, sausage stuffer, meat shaker, etc., which are easy to save, Papa Mi doesn't want them all.

He told the Miguo sisters that stuffing sausages is all about fun, and if they are all replaced by machines, the sausages will lose their original taste.

"Dad, you brought a pig home?" Mi Guo was amazed at the big plate of red, red and white things.

"Ouch, my little ancestor, sleeves, sleeves!" Papa Mi couldn't relax his hands, and was quick to wit, he used his feet to hook Mi Guo's claws that were stretching towards the meat basin.

"Wash your hands!" Papa Mi acted like a parent.

When Mi Guo washed his hands, he kept his eyes on the big basin. After washing his hands at the speed of light, he rolled up his cuffs and started attacking the target again.

When the cold, sticky, and tempting seasoning-flavored minced meat slipped over her fingers, Miguo couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction: "It's so comfortable..."

Papa Mi was about to cry out of anger at his daughter's nonsensical behavior. He picked up the tin funnel in his hand and pressed it on Miguo's forehead, and a small round ball was left on Miguo's forehead.

"Who's child is like you! Enjoy raw meat as a delicacy!"

Mi Guo narrowed his eyes, licked the meat that accidentally stuck to his mouth, tasted the taste, and said, "It's salty."

Papa Mi was so angry that he wanted to stamp her again, Miguo laughed and dodged, the father and daughter were having a good time, and the cell phone in Miguo's pocket rang.

(End of this chapter)