Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

"What, what?" The distant male voice came out through the microphone, apparently trotting over to answer the phone.

"Yingying, are you coming back tonight?"

"Yes, Dad, I miss you. I'll buy the ticket right away. That's it. If I delay any more, I may not arrive until early in the morning. "

"Good, good, you buy tickets, I'll pick you up then!"

Xi Ying did not refuse.

As a parent, I don't feel bored and tired to pick up the children who have left their hometown for a long time in the middle of the night.

So Xi Ying did not refuse.

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at midnight.

When Xi Ying got off the urban and rural bus, he saw two people waiting at the side of the platform.

They are dressed in the most simple clothes, with the most sincere smile on their faces.

"Tassels!" The woman exclaimed in surprise and walked quickly to Xi Ying, holding her hand and looking at it carefully.

"Give the bag to your father. Are you tired all the way?" The woman asked with concern.

Xi Ying's hand was pulled by a woman's rough and callous hand, but she didn't feel that her hand was grinding.

On the contrary, I feel very warm.

She shook her head. "No, I'm not tired when I see you."

"Give me the bag! This is the steamed bread your mother made for you. You must be very hungry when you come by bus all the way. You can take two bites first and have your milk cooked rice at home! " The man came over with a smile on his face, took the bag of Xi Ying and handed over the two steamed buns wrapped in cloth.

Xi Ying takes the steamed bread.

This steamed bread is different from the steamed bread sold in the city. It is especially soft.

It's not the kind of soft with additives, but natural soft. It's because it's soft when you steam it little by little with firewood on a large stove.

Even at such a distance, the steamed bread is still hot.

"Your father said that he was afraid that the steamed bread would be cold when you ate it. He kept these two steamed bread in his arms all the time. Fortunately, it was not cold, and it would not taste good if it was cold." Wang Chunlan explained.

No one hesitated to take a bite of Jianguo's steamed bread.

Full of sweet and soft, like the whole person into the warmth of the family network.

Such a scene appeared in front of Xi Ying.

In front of the big pot stove of the earth house, Xi Jianguo sits behind the stove to burn firewood. Wang Chunlan stands in front of the stove and puts dough in the cage drawer of the big pot.

Each dough is kneaded properly, round and lovely.

"My daughter hasn't been home for more than a year, has she?" Wang Chunlan put dough into the cage drawer and chatted with Xi Jianguo.

"Yes, it's been more than a year, but I didn't come back last year, because the overtime pay doubled." Xi Jianguo put a roll of straw into the stove.

The tongue of fire came out from the door of the stove, reflecting his red face.

"I don't know if my daughter can see these steamed buns." Wang Chunlan's hand was a little hesitant, "you say, or forget it? Don't take steamed bread to wait for your daughter, or do you want to buy some beef at the snack bar

"What do you think? That's our daughter. Her favorite food was steamed bread! You don't know who our daughter is? Do you think she'll be like those people? " Xi Jianguo said.

Wang Chunlan thought about it, and then continued to move: "also, I know who my daughter is."

However, she did not see the expression of Jianguo.

Although Xi Jianguo talks so much, in fact, his heart has no spectrum.