Age: My Small World

Chapter 193 Young Years
Xiaonian is a relatively important festival in the north. Some families celebrate it even more grandly than the Spring Festival.

As soon as they woke up in the morning, Li Xiaohua asked the three siblings to start cleaning the house inside and out.

My eldest sister's factory also gave us a holiday, allowing everyone to go home and celebrate the festival.

The main reason is that Yang Hongmei and other people’s jobs are replaceable, so she doesn’t necessarily need to stay at her post.

After Yang Jun came back at noon, he started making dumplings.

For this reason, he went out specially. His purpose was naturally to bring more good things home so that I would have nothing to say.

Sure enough, when Li Xiaohua saw Yang Jun bringing back a bunch of things, although she wanted to say something, she finally didn't ask any more questions.

As time went by, she realized that her child was becoming more and more capable and no longer needed her protection.

But despite this, as a mother, she began to worry about Yang Jun's safety.

After all, it is impossible for a bunch of things to be taken out for no reason. She didn't know what methods Yang Jun used or what he went through, but the process must have been difficult, and he might even be secretly doing that kind of speculative business.

"Ugh!"

She sighed softly, thinking that she would have to wait until tomorrow to talk to Xiaoshan after the New Year.

But today we can’t let it affect the festive atmosphere.

"Mom, how about making some with tofu filling today? Xiaoshan brought home so much tofu that we can make a tofu feast."

Yang Yumei was used to Yang Jun always bringing tofu home, but today he brought a lot more.

Since it was a holiday, he naturally prepared extra things.

Not to mention the rabbits, he took two chickens and twenty eggs.

There were also two fish weighing five kilograms.

These things instantly made the poor home prosperous.

With the addition of glutinous rice brought back by my elder sister, the ingredients are rich and colorful.

Yang Hongmei works in a factory and has access to some resources. That's how she bought the glutinous rice. She used the living expenses her mother left for her. She had been saving them and was reluctant to spend them, but now they come in handy.

The glutinous rice can be used to make glutinous rice cakes later. They are very fragrant, but difficult to make.

As for the money I have, I haven't touched it.

But she couldn't move even if she wanted to. There weren't many things she could buy now, and they were very expensive. Li Xiaohua couldn't bear to spend the money.

Yesterday, when Yang Hongmei came back, I took the two girls to the supply and marketing cooperative in the city and bought some flour and soy sauce. It would have been better to buy them at the village entrance.

Maybe they care more about the shopping atmosphere?

Yang Jun didn't understand.

In fact, flour is quite difficult to buy, but the price is there, and many people are unwilling to buy it and cannot afford it, so there are some left over.

I gritted my teeth and bought two kilograms of dumplings.

"Okay, let's make a few more fillings today." Li Xiaohua responded happily.

He even pursed his lips at Yang Yumei and said, "Erniu, go cut some pickles for later. I'll make some pickle dumplings."

"Mom, let's try the one with egg filling." Yang Jun also suggested.

"It's all right." The old lady said lovingly.

In the end, there were more than a hundred dumplings, which was considered to be the best use of flour.

There are many types, including meat filling, egg filling, pickled vegetable filling, and tofu filling.

Li Xiaohua was just happy with her two siblings. No matter what kind of filling they made, as long as it was edible, it was fine.

Once the dumplings are put into the pot, no one knows which one is which, and it all depends on luck what you get.

"Xiaoshan, do you want to ask Xiaoyuer to come and eat with us?" the eldest sister suddenly spoke.

Her serious and usually gentle look showed that she was not joking, but really wanted to invite Cheng Xiaoyu over.

Yang Jun nodded immediately: "Then put the dumplings in the pot first, I'll go take a look, and call Aunt Ping and the others if you can."

"Okay, I'll add more firewood to the fire later. You can call the people before putting the food in the pot, otherwise it will be overcooked." Yang Hongmei remained calm.

The two looked at the old lady again, and she smiled and said, "Hurry up, kid, I'll get you some rabbit meat. Don't just eat dumplings."

In her opinion, Xiaoyuer will probably be a member of the family in the future, so it is not excessive to give him more preferential treatment.

Before leaving, the second sister blinked at Yang Jun, as if she was already curious about him.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at her and then pushed the door open to leave.

Cheng Xiaoyu's family also started preparing lunch, but it was not so extravagant. They only used a little flour and corn flour to make dumplings. The filling was ordinary pickled vegetable filling with two eggs.

This alone made Cheng Aimin so greedy that he kept swallowing his saliva.

"Mom, when will the dumplings be ready? I'm starving."

Fan Ping glared at her son and said, "Why are you hungry? Didn't I just give you a bowl of sweet potato porridge?"

Cheng Aimin suddenly became a little dispirited and dared not shout anymore.

In the morning, the mother and her two children made sweet potato porridge for breakfast, but they only drank one bowl as the food was limited.

And just now Cheng Aimin was hungry, so I scraped out the remaining food with a spoon and gave it to him, which was just enough for a bowl.

But how can this watery porridge satisfy a growing seven-year-old child? It might be digested in the time it takes to pee.

The Cheng family lives like a normal family.

Even if a family has a savings of ten or so yuan, they dare not touch it. In fact, more families cannot even afford to save money. They spend whatever they have, and most of it is used to buy food.

Sometimes we can’t even afford sweet potato porridge, and we even have to rely on wild vegetables to fill our stomachs.

Fortunately, the weather was good at the end of the year, so people didn't starve to death.

"Xiao Yu'er, get your brother a kiwi."

Cheng Xiaoyu found kiwi fruits in the mountains, picked them and stored them at home, wrapped them in straw, so they can be kept for a long time.

Fan Ping was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see her son go hungry.

After a pause, he continued, "You should eat two too. Don't be hungry. I'll make dumplings later and we'll be able to eat."

"I know mother."

Cheng Xiaoyu was helping to make dumplings. Upon hearing this, she glared at her younger brother and said, "You're the one who's always bothering me."

"Sister, aren't you hungry?" Cheng Aimin asked in surprise. Cheng Xiaoyu didn't eat much in the morning.

"I'm not hungry." Cheng Xiaoyu was just pretending to be hungry. She drank half a bowl of porridge in the morning, and most of it was so thin that it was no different from drinking water.

But everyone goes through this. In the winter, you don't work much, so you have to eat less. Otherwise, you will be hungry when you have to work, which is really fatal.

It is only for teenagers like Cheng Aimin who are still growing up, otherwise they can just eat once a day.

Just as Cheng Xiaoyu was washing her hands, there was a knock on the door.

"Xiao Yu'er, is it Xiao Shan who is looking for you?"

Yang Jun came over more often, and Fan Ping had gotten used to it. When she heard someone knocking on the door, it was probably him.

A smile appeared on Cheng Xiaoyu's face. She didn't care about Cheng Aimin's look as if he wanted to eat something, and hurried out to open the door.

She saw the person coming from across the yard.

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