Rebirth at the end of seventy: my life I make the decision

That voice is too familiar. It's definitely Wang Xiucheng's. it can't be wrong!

What the hell is going on?!

Wang Xiuying made an appointment with Aunt Zhang that Aunt Zhang would pick up Wang Xiucheng from school after school tomorrow afternoon. Why did she come back now?

Does Mr. Jin know whether he came back alone or someone sent him back?

Wang Xiuying was flustered. She staggered all the way home with the basin. She saw two boys, one big and one small, standing outside the courtyard from a distance.

The little one cried loudly and shook the gate made of iron fence.

The big one bent down and patted Wang Xiucheng on the shoulder. It was obvious that he was trying to persuade, but it didn't play a role in the small one.

Seeing this situation, Wang Xiuying's heart was not so flustered.

With Hu Yunting, it means that Mr. Jin should know.

"Xiucheng, my sister is here!" Wang Xiuying hurried over, put the basin in her hand on the ground, squatted down and hugged Wang Xiucheng, and comforted her repeatedly: "my sister is here, there. Don't cry, don't cry."

Wang Xiucheng's cry suddenly decreased, but when he turned to see Wang Xiuying's face, he cried again, out of breath.

"Well, well, I just went out to cut some grapefruit leaves and prepare to wrap Qingming fruit! Stop crying. What should I do if you cry again and make my sister cry?" what Wang Xiuying said is not a lie. Listening to Wang Xiucheng's cry, her nose is sour. She really wants to cry. There is wood!

However, Wang Xiuying's plausible words really reduced Wang Xiucheng's cry and calmed down his mood slowly.

Wang Xiuying stood up and looked at Hu Yunting.

Without Wang Xiuying talking, Hu Yunting also knew what she wanted to ask: "it should be what Zhang Jiaming said. My mother said she was absent-minded all morning. She refused to go to my house after school, so my mother had to let me send him back."

Looking at Wang Xiuying's colorful face, Hu Yunting's face flashed a trace of emotion. He tried to stop talking several times. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "your face?"

Wang Xiuying smiled awkwardly and reached out to touch: "it's nothing, just smashed by an old claw."

Wang Xiuying was obviously unwilling to say, and Hu Yunting was embarrassed to continue asking, but her mood was obviously wrong, and the corners of her mouth closed in a straight line.

"You shouldn't have eaten yet. Let's go. I'll cook delicious food for you!" Wang Xiuying picked up the small aluminum basin on the ground in one hand and held Wang Xiucheng, who was still sobbing, in the other hand to greet Hu Yunting to follow.

Hu Yunting hesitated and stood still.

Wang Xiuying looked back at him and said, "Why are you standing there? Come on in!"

"I, I'd better go back. My mother's milk is waiting for me to go back to dinner!" Hu Yunting reached out and grabbed his head.

"What are you worried about? Mr. Jin asked you to send Xiucheng back. If you don't go back to dinner, they won't wait any longer! Come in quickly. It's really tardy! After lunch, you have to take Xiucheng back to school!" Wang Xiuying stuffed the aluminum basin into Wang Xiucheng's hand and empty her hand to pull Hu Yunting. Hu Yunting came in.

Qingxi school has an hour and a half to eat and rest at noon. Now nearly half an hour has passed. There is not much time for Wang Xiuying. Therefore, Wang Xiuying did not do any complex food and still made the pimple soup she had thought about before.

Just as the meat has been cut into small dices, then cut the eggs that rolled in the morning into small dices, put some meat oil and fry them together. When the pimple soup is ready, add some in each bowl to become a delicious food.

Considering that both Hu Yunting and Wang Xiucheng had to go to school in the afternoon, Wang Xiuying specially put less water in the pimple soup.

While Hu Yunting and Wang Xiucheng were eating pimple soup, Wang Xiuying quickly washed grapefruit leaves and wrapped a steamer of Qingming fruit. It naturally tastes sweet.

When Wang Xiucheng finished the pimple soup, the steamer in the pot was steaming out.

At this time, Wang Xiuying's bowl of pimple soup was almost only warm. She took a few mouthfuls of pimple soup and pulled it into her stomach.

"Wang Xiuying, eat slowly and choke carefully!" Hu Yunting was surprised by Wang Xiuying's heroic eating appearance.

Look, it's still more than half an hour before the afternoon class. It's up to ten minutes to go back to school from here. There's plenty of time. Besides, Wang Xiuying's face shouldn't send Wang Xiucheng to school. What's her hurry?!

When Wang Xiucheng saw Wang Xiuying, his eyes almost stuck to Wang Xiuying. It was the same when he ate. After Wang Xiuying tapped his head, he finally converged.

However, he still glanced at Wang Xiuying from time to time, but he didn't resist the temptation of Qingming fruit. The fragrance from the steam coming out of the pot made Wang Xiucheng salivate: "sister, when can it be steamed? I really want to eat!"

"Fast, fast, wait another two minutes. Don't worry, you'll have to eat before you go to school." Wang Xiuying touched Wang Xiucheng's small head with pity.

Wang Xiucheng was shocked today. The Qingming fruit in this pot was not only for Hu Yunting to take home, but also for Wang Xiucheng.

But thinking of what Hu Yunting told her just now, Wang Xiuying still asked Wang Xiucheng: "after eating the Qingming fruit, you have to go back to school with Yunting. If you don't concentrate like that in the morning, your sister will be angry."

Wang Xiucheng blushed slightly, lowered his head, grabbed the corner of his clothes with his small hand, and choked for a long time. "I, I heard from my family that my sister was beaten, and there has always been in my mind that my parents' sister was beaten by my uncle on the seventh day. I was afraid, very afraid, very afraid."

As soon as Wang Xiuying's face changed, she couldn't help sighing, which strengthened her determination to take Wang Xiucheng away from this place.

"Don't be afraid, sister will be fine." Wang Xiuying hugged Wang Xiucheng and comforted him.

In the heart that Wang Xiucheng couldn't hear, Wang Xiuying continued: before you complete your parents' wishes and see you start a family, my sister won't let anything happen to you!

Wang Xiuying said two minutes, really two minutes. When Hu Yunting, who consciously took the dishes and chopsticks to the well in the front yard to wash the dishes, returned to the kitchen, the first cage of Qingming fruit this year came out of the pot.

Originally, Wang Xiucheng, who was still in a low mood, looked at the green and fragrant Qingming fruit in the steamer brought out of the pot, with stars in his eyes and even swallowing saliva, which made Wang Xiuying feel a little happy.

He took the dishes and chopsticks that Hu Yunting had just washed and scalded them with boiling water.

This is Wang Xiuying's habit after her rebirth. All dishes and chopsticks will be scalded again with boiling water before use.

Wang Xiucheng is used to this habit. Hu Yunting has seen it many times during the winter vacation and is now used to it.

From the steamer, a Qingming fruit was sandwiched into each of the three bowls. Wang Xiuying motioned everyone to start and reminded everyone to be careful when eating: "the sugar inside is open. You have to be careful when eating. You can suffer if you burn your mouth."

In previous years, Wang Xiucheng ate Qingming fruit directly with his hands. Wang Xiuying has long begun to correct some bad problems in Wang Xiucheng's life. Therefore, this time, Wang Xiucheng also politely picked up chopsticks to eat Qingming fruit.

As soon as the Qingming fruit came out of the pot, it was naturally very hot. Wang Xiucheng was anxious. When he picked up the Qingming fruit with chopsticks, he had to send it all to his mouth.

Wang Xiuying quickly stretched out her chopsticks and gently tapped Wang Xiucheng's chopsticks: "it's not hot. What's your hurry? Take a small bite!"

Wang Xiuying shot in time and finally saved Wang Xiucheng from scalding his mouth.

"Delicious," Wang Xiucheng said vaguely as he ate.

Looking at Wang Xiucheng who finally regained his liveliness, Wang Xiuying shook her head and looked at him with a spoiled smile.

After eating one, Wang Xiucheng still wanted to eat again. This time, Wang Xiuying did not indulge him: "you have just eaten a bowl of pimple soup. You can only eat this one. You will be sad if you eat it for a while. You have to have class in the afternoon! By the way, Yunting, will you have another class this afternoon?"

"Yes, this is not the practice of Qingxi school over the years. It's the same this year. It hasn't changed!" Hu Yunting nodded.

Yes, this is indeed the practice of Qingxi school over the years. The last class in the afternoon of Qingming Day will be moved to the previous day. There is only one class in the afternoon of Qingming Day, and then school will be finished, so as to facilitate teachers and students in need to go home to the grave.

Wang Xiuying was naturally impressed. She asked Hu Yunting just to confirm.