Time Travel: Remarrying a Little Wolf Dog

The Su family agreed on the spot, and Su's mother even promised that she would keep an eye on it and prevent anyone from sending poor quality grain to affect Su Yan's business.

The two sides chatted for a while, and when it was almost time for the sun to set, Su's mother rejected her daughter and son-in-law's repeated requests to stay, saying, "It will take more than an hour to drive the ox cart home. If you don't go back now, your grandparents will be worried."

Su Yan saw that it was really late. If they went back any later, they would probably have to travel at night, which was unsafe, so he didn't try to keep him.

After giving Su's father and mother some more instructions, he said, "I'll come home to see you guys later."

Let He An lead the cow out and harness it to the cart.

The Su family sat on the cart, and Su's father drove the ox cart in front.

The two parties waved goodbye.

Father Su waved his hand and whipped the cow in the air. The old cow heard the familiar sound and slowly started to move, pulling the cart away with a clatter.

Su Yan watched as her mother waved her hands repeatedly in the car, and then she disappeared after turning a corner at the end of the street.

Happy times always pass too quickly, and when it suddenly becomes quiet I feel empty inside.

This is the bad thing about ancient times. Once you get married, your chances of returning to your parents' home will be greatly reduced.

If you meet a family that doesn't respect the rules, they may not even let you go back once a year.

Others can't do anything except say it's harsh.

He An also noticed that Su Yan's face was not very good, so he took her hand and comforted her, "If you miss your mother in the future, I will take you back."

Su Yan thought so too. There were only two of them in her family, and no one would stop them from going back.

Thinking of this, the worry on her face disappeared and her mood became better.

But it’s not happy either.

After returning home, Su Yan was still a little listless.

When He An saw this, he took the initiative to cook dinner. After dinner, they sat in the yard to cool off for a while before going to rest.

Perhaps sleep can indeed soothe emotions, and the next day Su Yan returned to his usual state.

I woke up in the morning and was in the mood to make an egg pancake.

It is not without reason that egg-filled pancakes have carved out a niche in modern times.

The food tasted delicious, and He An's appetite was also whetted, and he kept applauding.

After eating three or four, he still felt unfulfilled. Su Yan had to ask He An to open the door and look after the store while he ordered a few more.

Now that they are all free and have nothing to do, they can consider satisfying their appetite as much as possible.

After thinking about it, Su Yan moved out a jar of pickles that Su's mother had specially left for her yesterday.

The pickles in the Su family are basically made by Su's mother. They are refreshing and go well with rice. It is so comfortable to have a small dish of pickles with porridge in the morning.

Su Yan used to like eating this when she was at home.

This time, Su's mother specially took two jars, leaving one for her and sending the other to the old house.

Su Yan opened the lid and used chopsticks to scoop some out into the bowl, then sealed the jar and put it back.

I came back and tasted it, and it still tasted the same, delicious.

She spread out the egg-filled pancake, put some pickles on it, rolled it up, then picked it up and took a bite.

The original egg-filled pancakes were spread with lard, and she felt a bit greasy after eating too much.

Now roll it with pickles, it tastes delicious and refreshing.

Su Yan couldn't help but eat a few more bites.

But she had eaten enough before, and after her craving for food passed, the feeling of fullness in her stomach came back.

She didn't force herself and gave it to He An to let him try it.

He An didn't mind. In fact, he was still a little surprised.

Can you eat pickles like this?

This is a bit like the filling in a bun.

He took a hesitant bite to try, chewed it a few times and tasted it, his eyes suddenly widened.

He ate a few more bites before finding the energy to talk to Su Yan, "It tastes even better when rolled up like this. Pickles don't taste this way when I normally eat them. Why do both the pancake and the pickles taste a lot better after they're rolled up like this?"

Su Yan thought to himself that the food of our great China has been tested for thousands of years, so how could it not be delicious?

“This is one plus one is greater than two.”

He An had never heard of this before, but the meaning was very straightforward. He lowered his head and thought about it.

I thought, that’s right, egg-filled pancakes are delicious, pickles are delicious too, and they are even more delicious when rolled together.

One plus one is greater than two.

This is a pretty insightful summary.

He An ate the pancake in big mouthfuls. He was reluctant to throw away the precious pickles when they fell on his hands. He picked them up and threw them directly into his mouth, then quickly took a big bite of the pancake, his eyes squinting with enjoyment.

If she wasn't really full, Su Yan would have wanted to have another portion seeing how deliciously he was eating.

Fortunately, someone came into the store at this time and diverted Su Yan's attention.

She is the five-year-old daughter of Mrs. Huang who lives next door. Her family also runs a business, selling steamed buns.

Wheat is also grown in the countryside to supply the business.

In order to save money, my family usually mixes coarse grains with fine grains. We used to buy the coarse grains at the grain store a few streets away.

After Su Yan's family opened a store, she saw that the prices of grain were the same as those in other stores, and the scales were also a little higher. Since it was close, she started buying from Su Yan's family.

This is a rare bit of popularity among Su Yan's quiet business these days.

"Isn't this Lingling? Why are you playing here today?"

Huang Ling is very lively and outgoing, not afraid of people at all. When she heard Su Yan asking her, she smiled and answered, "Aunt, my mother said there is no food at home, so she asked me to help her buy some."

Although she felt a little depressed being called aunt at her age as an older sister, Su Yan had no choice but to accept it because that was the way the world was.

She showed an exaggerated surprise, gave a thumbs up and praised, "Lingling is really capable. She knows how to help your mother at such a young age." She clapped her hands and said, "Your mother will be blessed in the future."

Huang Ling's eyes lit up, and she straightened her chest modestly, probably wanting to be as steady as an adult. But she let the cat out of the bag as soon as she opened her mouth, "Aunt, I'm generally capable, generally capable."

She looked even cuter when she acted like an adult. Su Yan's blood boiled and he went forward excitedly to hug her and give her a good cuddle.

Huang Ling was probably often treated like this, and she looked like she was used to it. She even patted Su Yan's back in a proper manner.

Angel!!!

Su Yan simply had no resistance to such cute children.

He pulled her and made out with her for a while longer.

Then he remembered the main thing, "It's still ten kilograms of corn, right?"

Huang Ling nodded her head, "Yeah, yes, my mother said it's still the same as before."

"Okay, did you bring the food bag?"

Huang Ling took out the bag of grain from the fat boy's hand and handed it to Su Yan, "Here it is, Auntie, give it to me."

Su Yan took it, weighed ten kilograms of corn, and scooped some more into it. "The one in the front is for your mother, and the last one is for Lingling because she is so cute. Come and play often in the future, Lingling."

When Huang Ling heard that there was something for her, her chubby face immediately broke into a smile, "Thank you, auntie!"

Huang Ling then gestured to Su Yan to come closer, and whispered in her ear, "Aunt, you don't really look like an aunt. I want to call you sister, but my mother won't let me. From now on, I will call you sister in secret. You are so pretty, you should be a sister!"

Su Yan laughed so hard that her body shook. She nodded her little head and said, "Ghost, I call your mother sister-in-law. I am of the same generation as your mother. It has nothing to do with age. Your mother is right. You should call me aunt from now on."

Huang Ling pouted unhappily, but still nodded sensibly, "Okay, okay, I get it."

Then she murmured quietly, "She's just like a sister. I'm not wrong. The adult world is so complicated."

Then he sighed solemnly.