Age: My Small World

Chapter 171 Another Scarf

At dinner time, Yang Jun came out naturally.

His expression remained the same, without any sign of fatigue from having worked for half a day.

The rice has been cooked by my second sister, who is waiting by the stove with eager eyes.

Since he couldn't cook now, he just lit a stove at home and cooked while warming himself by the fire. The big stove could only be used after his pot was finished.

Half an hour later, the fragrance of rice filled the air, tempting Yang Jun to take a deep breath. The rice cooked in the casserole was indeed very fragrant, even better than that cooked in a large pot.

"The meal is ready. I'll cook."

I asked my second sister to serve the rice and then cook.

In fact, it was just a radish head, cut into shreds, and then fried with a little oil. But after a while, the taste of the oil disappeared, and there was no oily smell on the radish.

Yang Jun had oil and brought some home, but Li Xiaohua was reluctant to use it, no matter how many times she said it.

I exchanged radishes for sweet potatoes with others, one basket for another, so it was not a loss.

I heated up some pickles and started eating.

My second sister brought over a plate of pickles, and I thought about making some soup with some shredded radish, so that made three dishes and one soup, which looked complete.

The three of them sat at the table in the front room, each with a bowl of rice.

Yang Yumei couldn't wait to taste the rice.

"Delicious!" You can tell how delicious the food is from her smile.

Rice tastes sweet and fragrant even when eaten dry, but people who often drink alcohol or eat heavy food may not notice this. This is because their sense of taste is impaired.

"If you are beautiful, eat more vegetables, don't just choke on rice." The mother said as she picked up a piece of pickled vegetables with chopsticks for her. It was made from wild vegetables picked earlier and sweet potato vines, and it was slightly different from pickles.

Then he picked up some shredded radish for Yang Jun and said, "Son, try this radish. I had to work hard to trade it with others. There are not many vegetables to eat at this time of year. It's nice to eat some radish."

People don’t grow many vegetables to begin with, so there are indeed very few vegetables on the market.

Everyone wants to grow more food, which forces the country to regulate and dedicate some farmland to growing vegetables and breeding. Over time, everyone gets used to this kind of farming.

It’s okay to have an acre and three mu of land, so you can grow some crops yourself. But in the future, you’ll have to see how to cook in a big pot.

"Mom, eating too many radishes will cause you to fart." The second sister interrupted.

The old lady rolled her eyes at her and said, "Even eating can't stop your mouth."

Eating radish increases gastrointestinal motility, which inevitably produces some gas. People in the country don’t care about these things. What’s the big deal if someone farts?

"Lulu." The second sister smiled mischievously and looked like a young girl.

Looking at Yang Yumei, Yang Jun was thinking about how to help his second sister get a job.

"There's nothing we can do in the short term. After all, the city's inspections are stricter at the end of the year."

After finishing his meal, before Yang Jun could finish cleaning up the cured fish in the small world, Cheng Xiaoyu came to him.

"Brother Xiaoshan, are you home?"

The crisp sound is like that of a lark and is very pleasant to the ear.

"Xiaoshan, Xiaoyuer is here to see you again."

Yang Yumei's voice followed, with a hint of smirk.

"understood."

Yang Jun walked out of the back room and saw someone leaning against the door.

"Why don't you come in and sit down?"

His simple words made Cheng Xiaoyu blush, which surprised Yang Jun greatly.

Is my attack power so high now?

In fact, Cheng Xiaoyu unconsciously thought of what happened that day.

She was a little shy, then stood in front of Yang Jun like a student in front of her teacher.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I have something to talk to you about. Please come out with me."

"Okay." Yang Jun didn't think much about it. It was normal for Xiaoyuer to look for him for something, and chatting was also something important.

Unexpectedly, after the two of them left, Cheng Xiaoyu immediately took something out of her arms. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a scarf.

"I see that your piece can't be washed and replaced, so I knitted a new one for you. Take a look and see if you like it."

She actually spent quite a while preparing this gift, starting after she finished knitting the gloves.

When I received the alarm clock from Yang Jun, I wanted to knit it for him as soon as possible, so I worked on it for several days.

The scarf was of various colors and a little messier than his, but the knitting skill was no less than that of his elder sister Yang Hongmei.

It can be seen that Xiaoyuer is also the kind of woman who is capable of supporting a family.

Naturally, he put it on and tried it out immediately.

"Yo, it's quite warm. I like it very much."

All that the person receiving a gift needs to do is to praise it.

Sure enough, the smile on Cheng Xiaoyu's face became even bigger.

There were stars in her eyes, and she said happily: "I'm glad you like it. I was worried that you would be uncomfortable wearing it."

"What's wrong with that? Xiaoyu'er, don't underestimate your own skills."

"How can it be so good? I can't even knit as well as my mother."

She was being modest again, but compared to Fan Ping, she was indeed a little inferior.

"Auntie Ping is a famous needlework expert in our village. Compared to your mother, you certainly have room for improvement."

"But I believe in you. You will definitely be better than me in the future."

Yang Jun touched her head and spoke softly.

"Xiao Yu'er, thank you for the scarf. I haven't even bought you one."

"I have the alarm clock you gave me." She raised her eyes and said.

"This is not enough. The weather is so cold and you don't even know how to knit a scarf to wear. You give it to me first."

Yang Jun said this and handed her his original piece.

"This is what my sister knitted for me. I'll let you wear it first. She's sure she'll have no objection to it. She might even be happy to see it done."

"How can this be possible? I..."

"I told you to wear it, so wear it. You're not listening." Yang Jun put the scarf on her without saying anything.

Cheng Xiaoyu did not refuse again, but just watched him mail it for her from a close distance, her crescent eyes motionless.

After Yang Jun finished sending it, he looked at her dazed expression and couldn't help but laugh: "What's wrong? Are you dazed?"

"No, I just think you're so nice, Xiaoshan. You never cared about me like this before."

Yang Jun paused. Judging from the fact that he had not recovered yet, it was normal for him to be in a daze. How could he take care of others?
Of course, his previous actions were also done according to Yang Jun's subconscious mind, so it was not so abrupt compared to now.

"Haha, silly girl."

……

Inside the city.

In the alley near the school, Jiang Xueying was walking back and forth with light steps.

She walked on tirelessly. Only by walking could she feel the joy of walking. Why didn't she feel it before?

“Only after losing something do we learn to cherish it?”

The world of literary girls is full of overthinking.

Then she thought of Yang Jun again.

"It's been so long, and you haven't come into town once. Do you always stay at home? Why don't you write him a letter?"

It didn't matter whether the letter reached his hands or not, she was just used to communicating with Yang Jun in this way.

She prefers pen-and-paper conversations between two people to daily conversations.

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(End of this chapter)