hello fireman

Chapter 145 The feeling of home
Miguo was so nervous that he almost died.

The whole person was in a state of confusion, and his head was dizzy.

Walking up the dark and old corridor, she tripped over the sundries placed in the stairs several times and almost fell. If it wasn't for Yue Tingchuan who was walking behind to support her and remind her to pay attention to her feet from time to time, She will definitely die ugly.

Fourth floor.

This old building built in the 70s has only four floors.

The light on the top floor is better than the one below, and the field of vision has also become wider. Miguo gasped for breath, grabbed the handrail of the stairs, looked back, and looked at Yue Tingchuan, whose hands were full of things.

"The left side is my aunt's house." Yue Tingchuan couldn't move his hand, and nodded his head to the left.

"Oh."

Mi Guo turned her head, squeezed her face nervously, then walked to the dark red door on the left step by step, and stopped.

Unlike the neighbors downstairs who piled up debris casually, the door of Yue Tingchuan's aunt's house is very clean. Although the dark red door looks old, the couplets pasted on the door and the ones tied on the right side of the door A handful of dried wormwood still looks brand new and neat.

Seeing Mi Guo standing at the door like a pinned puppet, motionless, Yue Tingchuan couldn't help feeling amused. .

What kind of monster does she think of her aunt?
It seemed that since he told her downstairs that the person they were visiting was his dearest aunt, she had become out of her body and absent-minded.

Not only did he stumble up the stairs, but when he got to the door, he didn't call the door for him, just stuck around like that, as if he wanted to punch the door out of a hole.

He leaned closer, his lips were a centimeter away from her round and small ears, and stopped, "Guoguo, knock on the door!"

She was startled, trembling helplessly, turned her head to look at him.

She didn't know that the ends of her braids accidentally brushed against his lips, itching, with a faint fruity fragrance, instantly made his eyes sink.

"Yue... Yue Tingchuan."

She was so scared to death that she even asked her to knock on the door. .

Yue Tingchuan lowered his head, rubbed his forehead against her flawless white cheek helplessly, and joked softly, "If you say you are from a funeral home now, even I won't believe it."

She bowed her head in embarrassment, gently pulled his arm, and shook it, "I'm sorry..."

Yue Tingchuan had no way to force her, so he stretched out his right hand carrying the big and small bags, pressed against her body, and knocked on the door.

Maybe it was too close, the temperature of her skin was transmitted to him through contact, and the electric current stimulated his dark pupils, making the color deeper, his sight slowly slipped, and stopped at her pink and moist eyes. On the lips, lingered for a while, and then tapped twice. .

Du Baolin was boiling sugar water in the kitchen.

Hearing the knock on the door, she thought it was the old sisters visiting the house, so she responded, turned down the fire to the minimum, and trotted out to open the door.

"Who is it? Is it Yuzhen?" She opened the door, looked outside, and exclaimed in surprise, "Tingchuan!! Oh, why is it you!"

The tall and straight armed police officer standing outside the door is none other than her nephew Yue Tingchuan whom she misses so much!

Du Baolin was so happy that he vacated the seat in front of him and let his nephew in, "What are you buying? Is my aunt an outsider? I don't lack anything here, and I am very healthy. I don't need any expensive things! Wait a minute, take it back to your mother, she really needs it!"

Yue Tingchuan chuckled, his aunt was still so humorous.

He coughed lightly, but didn't move.

"Auntie, I've brought you a guest!"

Du Baolin was stunned for a moment, and quickly exchanged an understanding look with his nephew, and then saw Yue Tingchuan glanced behind him, and shouted in a doting voice, "Guoguo, don't come out to see my aunt yet. !"

Du Baolin poked his head around and saw a round-faced girl emerging from behind Yue Tingchuan.

The girl looks exactly like the one in the photo, and she is very festive, especially when she looks at her shyly and embarrassingly with her big bony eyes and curly eyelashes, not to mention how likable she is.

The name is nice too, Guoguo, it's called Guoguo, right?

Mi Guo was so embarrassed, her way of appearing on the stage almost caught up with the ancient young daughter-in-law meeting her in-laws.

The habit she developed since she was a child put her under tremendous pressure, and she greeted the dignified elder with delicate features in embarrassment: "Hello, auntie, I'm Migo."

As soon as Du Baolin heard that sweet and glutinous voice, she smiled and narrowed her eyes. She pulled her nephew away and pushed into the house. Then, she stepped forward to hold Miguo's little hand, and greeted warmly: "Okay...Okay... When my aunt sees you, she feels that everything is fine."

"Enter the house, enter the house! Ting Chuan, what are you still doing there, why don't you put your things down quickly." Du Baolin glanced at his nephew who suddenly became stupid, and walked into the house with Mi Guo.

Yue Tingchuan put the nutritional supplements on the coffee table in the living room, and carried several other large bags of vegetables and meat into the kitchen.

When he saw something cooking on the fire, he lifted the lid of the pot, and a sweet aroma of lotus root immediately infiltrated his taste system.

From the throat to the stomach, to the heart, to the limbs and nerve endings, they are all soaked in warmth and comfort by the familiar aroma. .

Back then, when he was staying at his aunt's house, every day when he came home from school, he would drink such a bowl of sweet and delicious lotus root syrup that nourishes the lungs and relieves internal heat.

The most direct way for my aunt to love him is to let him feel the love and greatness of his family through his taste buds.

Later, he went home to live, went to college, and was assigned to the fire brigade. In the more than ten years that passed by in a hurry, he would always think of the unforgettable period he had spent in this civilian family of less than [-] square meters. happy time.

The rice crackers also smelled of lotus root water.

She is addicted to sweets.

Cappuccino with added sugar, sweet potato syrup, lotus seed lily red bean paste, sago, and even the lotus root syrup that got into her nose from time to time and challenged her control were all food temptations that she could not resist. Huo.

She couldn't help but smacked her lips, and said to Du Baolin who was busy bending over to find her some snacks: "Auntie, don't be so busy, I'm not hungry."

Du Baolin put all kinds of pastries she handmade on the white porcelain plate, then put them on the coffee table, and pushed towards the rice crackers, "Try the ones made by my aunt, the taste is better than the ones you bought outside, how about it?"

Mi Guo only glanced at it, then gulped.

She exclaimed in surprise, "You did all these yourself?"

On the porcelain plate on the coffee table, there are golden lemon crisps, meat floss rolls with ingredients, milk cakes with a crispy skin, and crispy egg rolls that look better than those in street pastry shops. .

Du Baolin took a milk cake and stuffed it into Miguo's hand, "Be a judge for my aunt, try it!"

Mi Guo's eyes lit up suddenly, she knew that she should be more reserved, and leave a good impression of gentleness on her aunt, but, no, she seemed unable to do it. .

For a gluttonous and addicted foodie, it is simply a crime to put delicious food and not enjoy it.

She took a bite of the milk cake, and at the moment when the tip of her tongue tangled and collided with the soft and sweet inside of the cake, she suddenly widened her eyes, looked at the aunt who was full of expectations, and nodded strongly, "Delicious... too delicious!"

is really delicious.

Not only milk cakes, but also lemon crisps, meat floss rolls, and egg rolls that melted in the mouth and tasted so delicious that she couldn't move her hands from the plate and her mouth.

When she realized that something was wrong, she suddenly withdrew her hand, blushed like Guan Gong, looked at the plate, and then looked at her aunt: "I...I ate too much."

Du Baolin has never closed her mouth since she took the first bite. She has been a chef all her life and has served countless diners, but this girl with clear eyes and great appetite is the first time she has seen .

Maybe it's the girl Ting Chuan loves, so she is also very happy.

I just think that this child is good at everything and looks cute, especially when he eats, he doesn't pretend.Moreover, even if her eyes were so bright that she wanted to swallow the plate, she still swallowed it bite by bite and patiently. She would carefully pick up the scattered cake crumbs with her hands, so after eating, her body was clean, It looks like a daughter taught by a good family.

She is satisfied.

Yue Tingchuan came out of the kitchen with two bowls of sugar water, "Auntie, the sugar water is ready."

Du Baolin froze for a moment, then suddenly reached out and patted his forehead, "Oh, look at me, I even forgot the sugar water!"

Yue Tingchuan glanced at the millet fruit who was always in a shy state, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and blew on the hot sugar water, "This time the lotus root is very fresh, and it feels very sweet."

Du Baolin stood up with a smile, "That's natural. I added horseshoes to the syrup today. When it is paired with lotus root, it is the real lotus root syrup!"

Yue Tingchuan smiled, and handed one of the porcelain bowls to Du Baolin, "Try it!"

Du Baolin received it in his hand, took a sip, and showed a satisfied smile, "It's not bad."

Yue Tingchuan drank a few sips, and when he raised his head, the bowl bottomed out.

He deliberately smacked his lips and praised: "It's still the same old taste!"

Sure enough, there was a figure on the sofa who couldn't sit still. First, he saw a pair of black pupils full of anticipation, following him faintly. When he saw him ignoring her, disappointment quickly appeared in his eyes, and his lips twitched. The head also drooped down.

Resisting the urge to burst out laughing, Yue Tingchuan glanced at the snacks on the tea table that were almost wiped out, and pretended to tease casually: "Hey! The snacks are gone!"

The small figure suddenly shook, and its head lowered even lower.

Du Baolin couldn't stand it anymore, she glared at Yue Tingchuan, "Don't bully Guoguo!"

She pulled up the rice crackers on the sofa, "Let's go and drink sugar water with my aunt!"

Mi Guo immediately raised her eyes, looked at her aunt, and smiled. .

When she walked into the kitchen, she made a grimace at the man who deliberately bullied her.

Yue Tingchuan helplessly shook his head and smiled softly. .

After a while, there was the familiar, cheery exclamation and laughter from the kitchen. .

Auntie's gentle voice.

Her chattering voice was like a small motor. .

Intertwined together, let him feel the long-lost, real feeling of home. .

(End of this chapter)