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"Thank you, Sister Cenyue!" Zhang Jianbo and his sister immediately thanked Song Cenyue.

"Uncle, this bag of tea is for you. It's not a good tea. When I have a chance to get good tea in the future, I will give you some more good tea." Song Cenyue walked up to Zhang Shengjin and handed him the tea in her hand.

"Thank you, thank you... My daughter, you are so thoughtful. You are such a nice girl... Come in and sit down. Have you eaten? If not, come and eat with us. If you have eaten, have some with us." Zhang Shengjin felt warm in his heart and enthusiastically invited Song Cenyue to come in for dinner, his face full of a warm and kind smile.

"I just asked Cen Yue, she hasn't eaten yet, so I asked her to eat with us... I just didn't know she was coming at noon today, so I didn't cook white rice, stir-fry meat, or kill a chicken...

"Cen Yue girl, I'm sorry, I only steamed some white flour buns and fried two vegetarian dishes for lunch today... I can't treat you as sumptuously as I did that night." Dong Jinhua came over, looking apologetic.

Normally, the family ate steamed buns made of sorghum flour or corn flour, and only occasionally ate white flour steamed buns. Although white flour was not as rare as rice, the wheat yield here was not high, so white flour was scarce. Even though her family was the team leader's family, they could not get much white flour in a year, so they always ate sparingly.

She made white flour steamed buns for lunch today because her husband likes to eat white flour steamed buns. She saw that her husband has been in a bad mood because of Lin Xijuan's death. He didn't eat lunch yesterday and didn't eat much for dinner yesterday.

So she thought of making some of his favorite white flour buns for him at noon today so that he could eat more.

"No..." Song Cenyue opened her mouth to say it was okay, but before she could utter a word, she heard Zhang Shengjin say to Dong Jinhua, "Mother of the child, how about you take some trouble and steam some white rice, and then go get some meat to fry for Cenyue."

Song Cenyue has sent so many good things. We can't just treat them to white flour buns and vegetarian dishes. We have to treat them to something better.

"No! No! It's good enough to have white flour steamed buns. To be honest, I haven't eaten white flour steamed buns for a long time. I was craving for them... There's no need to specially steam white rice and fry meat to treat me. I'm not a very important guest. This makes me feel nervous... Captain uncle, if you do this, I won't dare to come to your house again." Song Cenyue hurriedly shook her hand and shouted.

When Zhang Shengjin heard her say this, he didn't want to ask his wife to cook rice and stir-fry meat to entertain her.

"You are a very important guest to our family... Since you want to eat white flour steamed buns, then eat them at my uncle's house at noon today. Come on, go inside and eat." He waved to Song Cenyue.

The other members of the Zhang family also warmly invited Song Cenyue to come in for dinner, and Song Cenyue followed the Zhang family into the house.

Inside the room, the dishes were already laid out on the dining table: a bowl of stir-fried Chinese cabbage, a bowl of stir-fried green vegetables, a plate of pickles, and a bowl of steamed buns.

"Cen Yue, please sit down." Zhang Shengjin asked Song Cen Yue to sit at the table, and immediately took a white steamed bun and put it in her hand, and then took a pair of chopsticks and stuffed them into her hand. "There's nothing good, just make do with it, take whatever you want, don't be polite."

"Thank you. You should sit down and eat too! Uncle, aunt, Brother Zhang, Xiaomeng, Xiaoyun, Xiaobo." Song Cenyue was also busy greeting the Zhang family. Since they hadn't sat down to eat yet, how could she eat first?

Zhang Shengjin sat down and said to his youngest son, "Xiaobo, put the braised beef in your hand on the table. We will eat it now. This way, there will be more dishes, and you, a greedy cat, can eat the braised beef now."

"Okay." Zhang Jianbo was just about to eat the braised beef and taste its flavor. He was delighted to hear his father's words. He nodded immediately and opened the braised beef. A wonderful aroma he had never smelled before came to his face. He couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression and sniffed hard, "What a nice smell... It smells so good!"