The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

The kitchen was filled with fragrant smells. A basket of buns fresh from the oven was already placed in a winnowing basket, and there were also some baked pancakes on a plate.

The second basket contains steamed buns and sweet potato cakes.

Seeing everyone coming in, Jiang Shian smiled and said, "Go wash your hands first. The buns and pancakes are ready to eat. We can eat while they are steamed."

"Great!"

Ji Yinghuai followed a few children and asked them to stand aside. He went to the well to fetch water and poured it into a wooden basin. Then everyone lined up to wash their hands one by one.

Having just ridden a big horse, everyone liked Ji Yinghuai very much and asked him all kinds of questions, calling him "brother" in a daze.

It was rare that Ji Yinghuai, a man of few words on weekdays, was actually quite patient with them.

Just now when everyone was riding horses, Fangzi had been standing aside holding his younger brother, with a rare smile on his face. Now when it was time to eat, he didn't rush to grab the food. Everyone lined up in front of him and each of them got one.

When it was his turn, he was just about to say that he and his brother would just have one portion.

Jiang Shian handed him a bun, went back to the stove, and opened the bottom layer of the steamer.

There was millet porridge left over from the morning. He also put sweet potatoes in the porridge and cooked it in the pot for a while. Now he scooped it directly into a bowl with a spoon and brought it to Fangzi.

"Yuanzi is still young, let him eat this first, and then eat the buns if he's not full later."

The bowl contained millet porridge that exuded the aroma of rice. It was obviously high-quality refined rice. He took a step back while holding his brother in his arms, and shook his head, saying, "No... No, no, we can eat the same thing as buns."

He had already eaten a lot today, how could he accept this millet porridge made just for him?

Jiang Shian knew what he was worried about. At his age in modern times, he would have just graduated from elementary school, but now he was supporting himself and his younger brother alone.

He handed the bowl forward again, "I didn't cook it separately, it's leftover from this morning, feel free to eat it, don't be polite to me, next time I can't handle it alone, I'll have to ask you to come and help me with the work!"

"Really?" Fang Zi looked up at him in surprise.

Jiang Shian nodded again, and Fang Zi took it with a red face. He had already said thank you many times today.

Facing Jiang Shian's kindness, his voice was a little dry, and he just repeated: "Don't worry, I can do anything, and I won't be lazy. There will be things to do next time, and I don't want copper coins, just give me food!"

Jiang Shian patted his shoulder and pinched Yuanzi's thin cheek on the ground.

His life in the orphanage was not very good, but at least the director would not let them starve. Even without meat, they could still eat boiled vegetables and rice soup.

I sighed silently in my heart, and looking at the two of them, I couldn't help feeling a little sympathy.

He didn't realize it at first, but Huang Fugui told him later that Brother Fangzi couldn't speak.

The child is already three years old, but he can only make humming and ah sounds, and cannot speak a single word. I don't know if it is congenital or acquired, and whether it can be cured.

Jiang Shian wanted to ask Doctor Wang to come over some other day, so he might as well ask him to go and take a look. He didn't lack the few copper coins in his hand now.

The buns were not only big but also fragrant and soft. Everyone ate them with great satisfaction. After eating, there was still oil on their hands, so they licked their fingers.

The bones were boiled early, and by the time the second basket came out of the pot, the bone soup had turned into a thick white color.

Jiang Shian scooped a bowl for each person, added a little salt, and sprinkled some chopped green onions. He and Ji Yinghuai served a bowl to each person.

Unexpectedly, not only could we eat delicious and soft buns, but we could also drink bone soup. Everyone felt that it was totally worth the trip.

Jiang Shian also served Ji Yinghuai a bowl, which contained a large bone with a lot of meat attached to it.

Looking at the people who were lying on the table and could only blow the soup with their mouths pursed because it was too hot, he reminded them: "You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Blow it before drinking it. It hurts a lot if you get burned."

Huang Fugui stuck out his tongue and retracted it again. He looked up and saw that Brother Shi An was looking at him with a mischievous look on his face. He blushed and could only giggle awkwardly.

All the buns from the two pots were eaten up, and there were still four or five pancakes left.

Jiang Shian was cleaning up the dishes. The kids on the stools touched their round bellies, shook their heads and said that they must be called next time if they needed help.

It was the first time in a long time that the house was so lively, with constant chattering.

It was fine at first, but after a while, Ji Yinghuai couldn't stand the noise anymore, so he sat under a tree in the yard to enjoy the cool breeze.

Jiang Shian listened to them talking about fun, food, and fishing in the river, and he would agree with them from time to time. He actually liked this lively atmosphere.

By the time he had finished packing, it was already completely dark, and he could already hear his family calling him home from a distance.

Some of them didn't want to leave, and they surrounded Jiang Shian and asked him to tell them stories.

"That's all, that's all. If you don't go back, your parents will be worried. I'll continue to tell you next time." Jiang Shian took out a purse from his arms and poured a few copper coins into his hand.

"Okay then, but Brother Shi An, can you tell me whether the monkey in the back was exposed, and which one was the real one?" They had never heard these stories from their parents, and they didn't expect them to be so interesting.

He handed a copper coin to each of them and answered, "Of course they were distinguished. They fought in front of the Tathagata Buddha, who recognized who was the real Monkey King at a glance. Then the Six-Eared Macaque was beaten to death by Sun Wukong with a stick."

"Okay, okay, you've eaten and listened to the story. Here's your hard work pay for today. Take it and go home."

The two who had won copper coins nodded, looking as if they were still not satisfied with the story. But when they heard the voices of their parents outside, they still trotted out of the yard.