Zhulan was stunned for a moment before she realized that it was herself who was being called. She only had the memory but no impression of the voice, so she really didn't know who the voice belonged to. She hurried downstairs to see who was calling her. It was Yang Wuchun, the eldest son of her original eldest brother Yang Zhushan, who was already twenty-three years old.
"Wu Chun, it's you, why are you here?"
Yang Wuchun tied up the ox and unloaded things from the ox cart. "Aunt, didn't I go to the south to escort? I met a cloth shop in the south that was selling old cloth from previous years. I was thinking about the marriage proposal for the third brother, Wu Dongshiliu, so I bought some more. Grandma asked me to bring some to you."
Zhulan looked at the heavy baggage. Was it because she had misunderstood something
Wu Chun continued to move things from the ox cart. "Grandma was worried about Aunt's poor health, so she brought a basket of eggs for Aunt to nourish her body, and told me not to be reluctant to eat them."
Zhulan listened blankly, feeling sour in her heart and somewhat jealous of her original self. Her modern parents did not treat her unfairly, but they did not take everything to heart.
Looking at the things on the ground again, there are quite a lot of things, most of which are food, all of which are good for the body and can nourish the body.
Zhou Shuren patted Zhulan's hand and walked forward with a smile, "Wuchun, stop busying yourself and come in to eat."
Zhulan: "Yes, come in and eat, here's the dumpling soup I made for lunch!"
Wu Chun was surprised that his aunt's family had three meals a day. He wiped the sweat off his face and said, "I'll go wash my face."
Zhulan hurriedly called to Li, "Go and fry some eggs."
Li finally took his eyes off the cloth and asked quietly, "How many do you want to fry, mother?"
Zhulan paused. She couldn't cook, so how could she know how many eggs were enough for a plate? She was recalling her memory and it seemed that she had never fried eggs before. This was difficult. If there were not enough, it would be embarrassing.
Zhou Shuren's mouth twitched and he tapped Zhulan eight times. Zhulan said, "Eight."
Li's eyes almost popped out. Eight? The mother-in-law glared at her and dared not say a word. She quickly went to cook.
After returning to the main hall, Zhou Shuren personally served Wu Chun some dumpling soup. "Drink dumpling soup at noon and stew a hen at night. You must stay here and have a drink with me tonight."
Wu Chun was a little flattered and took the bowl carefully. It was the first time in his life that he felt that his uncle was approachable. Could it be that he had been away for too long, or that the way he came back was wrong
He preferred his uncle who used to be forward, but now he was very cautious and replied carefully, "I'll be back after dinner. Grandpa is waiting for me to come back!"
Zhou Shuren suppressed his enthusiasm and picked himself up again, thinking to himself that he should maintain his persona. "Well, I'll go back and tell the old man about it."
Wu Chun felt comfortable instantly. This was the uncle he was familiar with. "Hey."
Zhulan looked at it carefully, "... ... ..."
This time they really don't dare to destroy their characters anymore. These people are too familiar with the couple, and it's really uncomfortable to be trapped in the characters.
Zhulan suppressed her annoyance and carefully inquired about the situation at her parents' home. When she knew that everything was fine at home, she couldn't find anything to say. Li's eggs arrived, so she took Li to prepare the return gift.
There were nothing rare at home, so the gift was a token of thoughtfulness. Zhulan picked some good vegetables and filled half a jar with Li's newly pickled vegetables. Li's pickles tasted good and were presentable.
Zhulan still felt that the return gift was too simple and couldn't help counting the days, hoping that San Ya Wang Ru would get things done quickly. There were a wide variety of vegetables in the novel, all for Wang Ru's service. Wang Ru was a food internet celebrity who not only knew how to eat but also how to cook. In ancient times, it was not easy and you couldn't drool just thinking about it.
Mrs. Li was very proud of her cooking skills. Seeing her mother-in-law bringing pickles as a return gift, she straightened her back and said, "Mom, it's autumn now. Shouldn't we pickle other pickles?"
Zhulan: “… … ..Yeah.”
Fortunately, she still has her memory, otherwise I would be really panicked. She doesn’t understand anything!
Back in the yard, Zhulan was stunned. The novel mainly revolves around the Wang family. The Zhou family is cannon fodder and will not be described in detail, but important things will also be mentioned. She looked up at the sky, her face turning pale.