Age: My Small World

Chapter 452 Dinner
Slaughtering five pigs in a row is quite tiring.

The butcher was so tired that he sat aside to rest, leaving the knife to his apprentice to chop the meat himself.

Yang Jun helped three times and was hardly tired.

Even though Fan Yuanjie was still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue feeding him some weird food, Yang Jun refused.

The women in the village also came to help, some were washing the intestines, some were cooking, some were lighting the fire, and there were many people.

"Auntie Ping, let me do it." Fan Ping was about to set up the big pot to steam buns when Yang Jun took over the job.

In front of Fan Ping, he always has to perform well.

Xiao Yuer was kneading dough nearby. Seeing him coming to help, he immediately smiled secretly, his heart filled with happiness.

I guess after I marry Brother Xiaoshan, my life will continue like this. That would be great.

"Xiaoshan, Xiaoyuer didn't cause you any trouble when he was in the capital, right?" Fan Ping allowed Yang Jun to help her and didn't treat him as an outsider at all.

Hearing this, Yang Jun laughed and said, "Aunt Ping, you know Xiaoyu'er's personality. How can she be a bother to me? I almost wish she would bother me every day."

"Bah, I'm not a troublemaker." Xiao Yuer turned his head and rolled his eyes.

"Speak nicely." Fan Ping gave Cheng Xiaoyu a look that made her stick out her tongue and calm down.

The three of them chatted about everything, and they didn't feel uncomfortable at all, but rather relaxed.

Not long after, as the aroma of steamed buns wafted into the air, the food here was ready.

At this moment, Seventh Aunt Yao Taohua was inviting everyone to dinner.

"Xiao Ping, is the steamed bread ready?"

"Okay, Aunt Qi."

"Then let's eat. It's going to be dark soon."

Several people quickly moved the things out and set up about ten or twenty tables.

It seems that we don’t need to serve food today, but we can all sit together and eat.

"Open the banquet."

With Uncle Qi's call, everyone found a place to sit down and started eating.

Today is the Little New Year, so the whole team will have a reunion dinner together. From now on until the beginning of the year, everyone will cook their own meals.

If we continue to work after the beginning of the year, it will be another big pot meal.

If it were a few years later, we would probably have to eat together from a big pot during the New Year, and we would still have to work during the holidays. It is not so bad now.

There were ten people sitting at a table, and Yang Jun invited people he knew to sit with him.

There are three of us, plus Xiaoyuer and his two friends, making six in total.

The other four are Uncle Fan’s family of four.

Fan Zhaoyuan and Fan Zhaojin looked at Yang Jun rather stiffly, their previous contempt and arrogance long gone.

From the moment Yang Jun was admitted to university, the worlds of the three of them were no longer on the same level.

There were only five dishes on the table, but the portions were huge: a pot of simply stir-fried meat, a pot of scrambled eggs with bean sprouts, a pot of cabbage stewed with vermicelli and tofu, a pot of pig's blood soup, and the last one was spring rolls. Just looking at them gave off the flavor of the New Year.

In addition, each person has a steamed bun, a pancake, and a serving of rice, which means all three staple foods are complete.

On weekdays, the most popular dish is still corn and sweet potato porridge, but it is nowhere to be seen today. It seems that this is the last meal of the year that is prepared for everyone.

"Eat, everyone, eat as much as you can." As the meal started, the atmosphere instantly became lively.

I got an extra glass of wine from Uncle Fan, which was placed in a bowl. I raised my hand and took a sip, and immediately I felt relaxed.

"Tsk tsk, this wine is strong."

Auntie San said angrily, "Drink less, or you'll fall into the ditch again."

Everyone laughed at this. "I know, I know. You're just a woman, what do you know?"

Actually, Uncle Fan was reluctant to sit with a group of women and children, but Aunt San had to watch him. Otherwise, he would be drunk and wouldn't even know how to go home.

At the table, only Uncle San was drinking, which made him feel dry and bored.

Fan Zhaoyuan and Fan Zhaojin wanted to drink, but unfortunately Third Aunt didn't give them the chance. When she saw the two of them looking over, she glared at them.

It can be said that the three male members of my third uncle's family were strictly controlled by my third aunt.

"Haha, Xiaoshan, you've already gone to Beijing to attend university, and you haven't learned how to make a little wine yet? I heard the wine in Beijing is really good."

Uncle San treated Yang Jun the same as always, and it seemed that he had not become estranged from him because of his status as a college student.

Yang Jun took a bite of the meat. He didn't know who cooked it, but the cooking skills were really good.

Then he replied, "Uncle San, the wine in the capital is indeed very good, but I can't learn how to make it."

Hearing his words, Cheng Xiaoyu, who had been paying silent attention, turned her head again.

"Oh, that's such a waste." Uncle San felt quite sorry.

Yang Jun didn't think so, as he was not personally interested in this.

People who like to drink often have a heavy life. Drinking can numb themselves and bring a different kind of pleasure, allowing them to temporarily forget the troubles of life.

But Yang Jun doesn't seem to need to face such troubles.

If he wanted to numb himself, he would probably practice boxing frantically and consume all his physical strength.

"Stop talking nonsense. Why did you let Xiaoshan learn to drink from you? I think you deserve to be beaten. You don't teach people good things." Uncle San slapped Uncle Fan's arm, making Uncle San smile awkwardly and not bring up the topic anymore.

His two sons learned to smoke and drink from him. Faced with his wife's anger, he was really powerless to refute her.

The two brothers of the Fan family didn't pay any attention to what the people at the table were talking about, and they were concentrating on eating.

Sometimes he ate steamed buns, sometimes rice, and sometimes he ate a meat patty. The way he ate looked so delicious that Yang Jun even quickened the pace of picking up the food.

We have to speed up, otherwise there will be no more food if we eat too slowly.

Although the five dishes were quite large in portion, everyone had a big appetite. Even Cheng Xiaoyu could eat two bowls of rice.

Not to mention Cheng Aimin, who was still growing up, eating meat with all his might, and looked so happy that he almost flew into heaven.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I can't eat any more bread."

Yang Jun felt a push on his hand. It turned out that Cheng Xiaoyu had specially saved the cake for him.

She had just seen Yang Jun eating the cake so happily, so she paid attention to him.

Yang Jun didn't bother to be polite with her and took the cake.

But he handed the steamed bun over again.

"You know, I don't like steamed buns. You can eat it."

"Yeah." Cheng Xiaoyu squinted her eyes and took it casually, as if she had forgotten that she couldn't eat.

The two parents looked at each other and smiled at their actions.

It seems that the two children get along well at school and their feelings for each other have not faded.

Fan Ping knows more.

As someone who has been through this, she noticed something fishy last night. After careful questioning, she was sure that the two of them had already gotten married. No matter what, the marriage was set.

But after all, the two of them were already engaged, so she didn't put too much of an obstacle in the way. She just asked Cheng Xiaoyu to be careful not to get pregnant, otherwise a big belly would affect her schooling.

If you really get pregnant, you can go home to take care of the baby. At most, you can take a year off from school.

(End of this chapter)