Splendid peasant girl busy farming

9243 lard cake

The sun has gradually become fierce, and Xiao Hei will take a big piss and pour it into several slop buckets in the backyard of Baimeizhai in several waves. Take it back and fasten the waistband again!
Looking around, without even thinking about it, he went straight out of the alley towards Old Xu's house...

Changping Village.

Old Wang's house.

Yang Huamei called Blacksmith Luo to help him replace the old house's main door, stove door, and Xiao Hei's own door with brand new locks.

She hangs the key on her own whenever and wherever she wants. There are three keys in total, and Yang Huamei hides one of the two in the backyard and buries it under a tree.

Another one was handed over to Mrs. Tan for the time being.

"Mei'er, the key of your house is related to the belongings of your old Wang's family. It's not appropriate to entrust it to me to keep the key?" Mrs. Tan held the key in her hand, her face flushed, and she was flattered.

Yang Huamei said: "Mom, what are you talking about? You are my own mother. If I don't believe you, which one do you believe?"

"You will keep this key for me in a down-to-earth manner. In case the other two keys are lost one day, at least you have one here!"

Tan nodded, holding the key tightly with both hands, as if holding the most precious thing in the world.

"Then I'll put the key away!"

Tan opened her classic wooden box again, put the key in carefully, and locked the wooden box.

After finishing the work, the wooden box was hidden under the bed, and Mrs. Tan took out a pack of snacks and put them on the table.

"This pack of lard ointment was sent by your fifth sister-in-law early this morning to honor me. She said it was a snack from the housekeeper and his wife in the county house over at Mianmian."

"I took a piece and ate it. It tastes good. You can take it back and eat slowly with Zhuang Zhuang!" Tan said.

Yang Huamei glanced at the lard cake in the oily paper bag. It was about the size of an adult's palm, light brown, and looked plump and thick, with a faint layer of oil on the floating surface.

At first glance, it really looks like a piece of fat on the table.

It's just that the lard paste is sprinkled with osmanthus foam, white sesame seeds, crushed peanuts, and some colorful candies.

Looking at her appetite, Yang Huamei couldn't help but pursed her lips and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Originally standing at her feet, Zhuang Zhuang, who was leaning on a stool to explore the room, seemed to have sensed something, and tried to raise his head to look at the table.

It's a pity that the little guy is too short, and his neck is so sore that he can't see it, so he stood on tiptoe and made a sound of ah ah.

Almost fell down, but fortunately Yang Huamei caught him in time.

Tan said: "Pick a piece and give it to the child, let him see how greedy he is."

Because she regained her daughter's trust in herself, Tan's mood was so good at the moment, that when she saw Zhuang Zhuang, the smile on her face deepened a lot.

Yang Huamei smiled, hugged Zhuang Zhuang on her lap and sat down, at the same time reached out and grabbed a piece of lard cake and stuffed it into Zhuang Zhuang's small mouth.

Zhuang Zhuang's little mouth clicked, making a very loud, very loud sound.

Seeing him enjoying what he said, Yang Huamei was very pleased and satisfied.

It would be great if such a loud voice was the voice of speaking!
It's a pity that such a cute grandson is actually a born deaf-mute child, God, you really don't have eyesight!

Thinking of this, Yang Huamei's eyes suddenly darkened.

Zhuang Zhuang quickly finished eating the piece in his mouth, he hugged Yang Huamei's fingers and moved his head to lick her fingers, because there were still some lard cakes on her fingers!
The little guy's tongue was soft, like a puppy licking Yang Huamei's fingers, itchy and numb.

Yang Huamei came back to her senses, seeing the cute little baby grandson, all the unhappiness disappeared immediately.

"Does my baby still want to eat? Alright, grandma will pinch a big one for you!"

This time Yang Huamei tore off a relatively large piece of lard cake, and when she tore it apart, honey leaked out of it.

Although she hasn't had time to taste the taste of this pastry, she is already salivating just by smelling the sweetness of the honey.

Zhuang Zhuang's chubby hands grabbed the lard cake and stuffed it into his mouth, eating it with gusto.

Yang Huamei looked at it tenderly and lovingly, her eyes were full of joy and satisfaction.

From time to time, he picked up the handkerchief in his hand, and helped Zhuang Zhuang wipe the oil and sesame seeds on his little face.

It seems that watching Zhuang Zhuang eat is a great enjoyment, and it is more valuable than eating by herself.

Mrs. Tan also sat on the side, she was similar to Yang Huamei, but she also had differences.

The same thing is that they can only see one person in their eyes.

The difference is that the person they see in their eyes is different.

Yang Huamei's eyes are full of Zhuang Zhuang, but Tan's eyes are full of Yang Huamei.

It's like Russian nesting dolls, with rings inside rings.

The streams flowing into the mountain streams, and the rushing rivers on the earth, no matter how inclined they are, will always flow from top to bottom.

"Mei'er, don't patronize him, try it yourself, I reserved it just for you!"

Tan saw that Yang Huamei had pinched several pieces and fed them into Zhuang Zhuang's mouth, but Zhuang Zhuang's mouth looked like a bottomless pit despite the fact that he was only one year old.

No matter how much Yang Huamei stuffs in, it seems that she can accept it, and it's not enough!
Tan was worried that if she continued to feed like this, the lard cake would become less and less, and her Meier would not be able to eat any of it!
Thinking of this, Tan became even more anxious, and directly reached out and pinched a piece into Yang Huamei's mouth.

"Try it too, try it!" Tan strongly persuaded.

Yang Huamei was caught off guard, so she had to open her mouth to accept the piece of lard cake that the old lady had stuffed into her mouth.

Yang Huamei originally wanted to insult Tan Shi, because the piece of lard cake almost stuck her nostrils, but in the end, her eyes met Tan Shi's, and Yang Huamei's words stuck in her throat.

Because, in Tan's eyes, what Yang Huamei saw was an old mother's love for her daughter.

This kind of loving eyes, I am afraid there are not many left in this world.

Big white and little black, in the final analysis, are unreliable.

Only my parents, especially my mother, would treat me so heartily.

When the parents are gone in the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to see such eyes again in this world.

"It's delicious, it's delicious," Yang Huamei nodded while chewing, but the corners of her eyes were a little moist.

There was also a smile in Tan's eyes.

Yang Huamei pinched a piece and brought it to Tan's mouth: "Mother eats too."

She used this hand to pinch off countless pieces and fed them to Zhuang Zhuang, but she didn't even think about feeding any of them back to her mother's mouth.

Thinking about it now, I feel very ashamed.

Tan turned her face away, her tone seemed to be full of disgust.

But in the heart, it is so sweet that it is richer than the honey in this lard cake, and it is so thick that it cannot be melted!

(End of this chapter)