I became the male protagonist's wife who died young, and I became a hero by eating melons

"Sister!" An An shouted, climbed down from her uncle, and ran into the room to call her sister.

"Brother!" Xia Xia responded in the room.

She speaks much more clearly than An An did when she was a child, and she calls her brothers and sisters clearly.

"Sister, your uncle is here to see you." An An pulled her uncle to the room to play with her sister.

Du Yushu's heart melted when he looked at the fair and tender little girl with eyes like black grapes.

He opened his arms and said with a smile: "Xia Xia, I'm your uncle, can you give me a hug?"

"Uncle." Xia Xia smiled and opened her arms, her little face full of smiles.

"Oh, this is so well behaved." Du Yushu was holding the little white ball, feeling extremely happy.

Ji Xiaoxi wiped the saliva from the corners of Xia Xia's mouth with a smile and said, "Uncle, can we have lunch at home today?

Is my aunt coming?"

Du Yushu said: "She will come over later. She said she wants to make some bran meat at home and bring it over later."

Ji Xiaoxi smiled and said, "Aunt still remembers that An An likes to eat bran meat."

Du Yushu said, "Of course. We didn't have money before, so we mostly used bran flour. Now we have money, so your aunt is willing to put in pork belly. The meat has been stewed for a whole morning, and it is soft and tender, just right for children to eat."

Ji Xiaoxi exclaimed, "Has my aunt's cooking skills improved?"

Du Yushu smiled and said, "No, that's not the case. She only cooked this one dish well. You have to praise her a lot when you cook it, otherwise she won't cook it next time."

Ji Xiaoxi smiled and nodded, "Then I will definitely praise you."

At lunch time, my aunt Ning Ruping came over with a small basket and happily brought out a big bowl of braised meat.

"I've been working all morning, let me give you a snack!"

"Aunt, this meat is cooked with great skill."

"That's great. We have more meat dishes. Aunt, please sit down and eat with us."

"..."

Everyone praised her, making Ning Ruping extremely happy.

Put down the basket, sit at the table, and eat lunch with everyone.

Du's mother held Xia Xia in her arms. Seeing the child's eyes wide open, she was curious about what the adults were eating, so she took some bran powder and let the child taste it.

Xia Xia ate with gusto, clapped her hands with a smile, and asked for more.

Ning Ruping smiled and went to hold the child, "Yumei, I'll take care of the child, you eat first."

"Okay." Du's mother did not refuse and handed the child to her.

Ning Ruping and Du Yushu's child died a long time ago, and the couple has always raised Du Yumei's child as their own.

Now seeing how well-behaved Du Yumei's children are, sometimes she really feels envious.

Ji Xiaoxi saw all of this. A long time ago, she had discussed with Lu Jingchuan that she would provide for her uncle's family in their old age.

In fact, the Lu brothers also had this plan.

I just kept the words in my stomach and didn't say them out loud.

Du's mother has been at home for several days. Every day, she takes Xia Xia out to chat with her old sisters. At the beginning, they did have a lot to talk about, but after chatting for several days in a row, they have said everything and heard all the gossip they should hear.

She was beginning to feel bored.

She can do housework at home on weekdays, but now her daughters-in-law don’t let her interfere with the housework.

I really don't know what to do.

People who have been busy for most of their lives would feel a little uncomfortable when suddenly they have free time.

Suddenly, she remembered something else.

He ran to his eldest brother's house and called his eldest sister-in-law Ning Ruping over.

The factory in the village is now managed by my eldest brother. My eldest sister-in-law has nothing to do at home every day except doing some housework, which is quite boring.

She had to pull her over and get her to do something.

After hearing her idea, Ning Ruping clapped her hands and the two of them decided.

The next day, Ning Ruping came to see Du's mother early in the morning with a bag of flour.

Sun Xuexiang watched the two of them kneading dough in the kitchen and asked curiously, "Mom, aunt, what are you doing?"

Mother Du waved her hands happily, "Let's get ready to make steamed buns."

"Steamed buns?" Sun Xuexiang walked over. "Why make steamed buns? And why use so much dough?"

"You'll know in a moment." Du Mu said mysteriously.

When Du's mother placed all the tools on the eight-immortals table in the hall and taught Ning Ruping to start making shaped steamed buns, Sun Xuexiang finally understood what she was going to do.

I was very interested and followed along.

When Shen Jiao saw this, she also joined in.

When Ji Xiaoxi came back from a stroll outside with Xia Xia and An An, she saw that they had already made a lot of shaped buns.

There are televisions, cars, flowery cotton jackets, piglets, cats, tigers... There are so many varieties that it's hard to count them, and basically there's a new style for every occasion.

Some are good looking, and some are ugly.

But when it is steamed, it looks surprisingly cute.

"Xiaoxi." Seeing Ji Xiaoxi coming back, Du's mother smiled and said, "We are going to sell shaped buns."

"Sure." Ji Xiaoxi definitely supported it, "But don't tire yourself out."

"No, isn't it your aunt and your sister-in-law who are here with you?"

“It’s quite interesting, let’s make some more today and sell them at the market in town tomorrow.

It just so happens that tomorrow is Saturday, so we can go to the market." Sun Xuexiang said.

"It's the market. I'll go along and take a look too," said Ji Xiaoxi.

"Okay, let's go and take a look tomorrow," said Du's mother.

The next day, Shen Jiao and Sun Xuexiang each carried a basket of shaped steamed buns, Du's mother carried a small basket, Ning Ruping held Xia Xia, and Ji Xiaoxi held An An's hand, and the family set out for the town market.

Since supporting individual businesses, this big market has been held every Saturday, and nearby villagers will bring out the leftover farm produce at home to sell.

Some people would also go to other places to buy some small items and sell them at the market.

Ji Xiaoxi and others found a wider stall to put down the baskets.

Place a clean wooden board on the basket, put a large piece of white paper on it, and place a few shaped steamed buns on it.

There was also a small sign erected next to it, which read:

Shaped steamed buns—5 cents each.

This thing appears for the first time in this small town market.

It is different from the white flour and coarse grain steamed buns that everyone has in mind.

This little thing comes in various shapes. In the past, longevity peaches were also made of flour, but there were not so many varieties.

For a moment, many people stopped and watched curiously.

But the price is 5 cents each, which is a bit expensive, and some people still can't afford it.

Ji Xiaoxi was not in a hurry until a child cried and asked his parents to buy it. Only then did they sell the first one.

The child took a car-shaped steamed bun and began to explore it impatiently.

Ji Xiaoxi squatted down and told the children, "The door of this car can be opened, look."

As soon as she opened the door, the child shouted with joy, "It can really be opened, the tire can still move."

This steamed bun is simply a toy, it is so exquisitely made.