After the separation, I took my whole family to eat delicious food and drink spicy

As the autumn wind grows cooler and night falls, the village is gently covered by a layer of light mist, appearing exceptionally quiet and peaceful.

In Li Xiaoxiao's yard, golden corn was piled up into a small hill, reflecting the dim light and exuding the joy of a good harvest.

The work of shelling corn kernels lasts from dawn to sunset, and now, the final moment has finally arrived.

Bai holds an ancient wooden thresher, a tool passed down from his ancestors. Every rotation carries the traces of time and family memories.

Her movements were skillful, and her eyes revealed an indescribable satisfaction and peace.

Li Xiaoxiao was standing by, carefully collecting the plump corn kernels pouring out of the thresher with a winnowing basket. Occasionally, she looked up at her mother and her younger brothers and sisters who were also helping to collect the corn kernels, her eyes full of tenderness.

"Mom, our corn harvest is really good this year, much more than last year!" Li Xiaoxiao said as she gently wiped away the sweat on her forehead with her hand, a happy smile on her face.

Mrs. Bai smiled slightly, paused her work, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked at the pile of corn in front of her, her eyes gleaming with kindness and anticipation. "Yes, thanks to the abundant rain and suitable sunshine this year. I hope next year's harvest will be as good as this year's."

As the night deepened, the lights in the yard seemed especially warm. Li Xiaoxiao suggested, "Mom, let's not rush to clean up tonight. I'll go to the kitchen and boil some hot water. Let's soak our feet first, relax, and chat for a while."

Bai nodded in agreement, and the two of them walked into the kitchen together. Soon, a basin of steaming hot water was brought to the courtyard. Bai and Li Xiaoxiao sat side by side on a small stool, their feet soaking in the warm water. The fatigue of the day seemed to gradually dissipate as the water warmed.

"Xiaoxiao, you have grown up now. I am very happy to see you becoming more and more capable." Mrs. Bai said softly, her eyes full of love for her daughter.

"Mom, it's you and Dad who taught me well. Without you, I wouldn't be who I am today." Li Xiaoxiao responded seriously. She knew that all her achievements were inseparable from her parents' hard teaching and selfless dedication.

"Speaking of your father, I really miss him a little. When he was alive, although hunting was hard work, he would always bring us some things when he came back, saying that he was worried that my mother and I would have a hard time at home." Bai's tone was full of emotion, "He always said that as long as our family could live in peace and harmony, that was better than anything else."

After hearing this, Li Xiaoxiao felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She held her mother's hand tightly and said firmly, "Don't worry, Mom. I will definitely work harder to make our family live a good life. Dad can rest in peace in the grave."

"Mom, I will study hard, and when I grow up, I will protect you and my sisters." Li Fang also pounded his chest and promised.

"Fang'er is so good. Mother will wait for you to grow up quickly." Bai touched Li Fang's head and said.

"Yeah." Li Fang nodded desperately in agreement.

As the night deepened, all was silent, with only the voices of mother and daughter echoing through the courtyard, a heartwarming experience. They recounted childhood memories and shared their aspirations and hopes for the future. Li Xiaoxiao knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, with her mother by her side and her family's support and companionship, she would have the strength to forge ahead.

Late at night, the corn kernels had been threshed, and the yard was tidy. Li Xiaoxiao and Bai Shi took Li Fang and Li Linlin back to their respective houses, turned off the lights, and lay down on their beds, their hearts filled with unprecedented peace and satisfaction.

In this harvest season, they not only harvested golden corn, but also gained each other's understanding and support, as well as the priceless family love and warmth.

And in this quiet night sky, it seems that something is quietly brewing. It is a story about hope, dreams and the future, waiting to be revealed one by one in tomorrow's sunshine.

The next morning, Li Xiaoxiao and Bai each carried a small bag of corn and went to the village threshing ground. There was the only large stone mill in the village, which was used by the villagers to grind corn kernels.

The sunlight shines through the mist and gently falls on the village path, covering this quiet morning with a layer of golden gauze.

Li Xiaoxiao and Bai walked side by side, walking briskly towards the village's threshing ground. Along the way, villagers also got up one after another and began their busy day. The sound of greetings between them was overflowing with simple rural sentiments.

When we arrived at the threshing ground, there were already several families waiting in line next to the big stone mill.

This ancient stone mill has witnessed the hard work and sweat of countless generations of villagers. Every rotation carries the joy of harvest and expectations for the future.

Li Xiaoxiao and Bai found an empty seat and sat down. While waiting, they chatted with the villagers around them. The topic naturally revolved around this year's harvest, family matters and the growth of the children.

When it was finally their turn, Li Xiaoxiao and Bai worked together to pour bags of corn into the feed port of the stone mill.

As the stone mill slowly turns, the golden corn kernels gradually turn into fine flour, emitting an enticing aroma.

Li Xiaoxiao used a shovel to scoop out the ground flour from time to time. Her movements were both skillful and careful, for fear of wasting any grain of hard-earned food.

"Mom, how many delicious dishes can we make with this corn flour?" Li Xiaoxiao asked while busying herself, her eyes flashing with longing for delicious food.

Mrs. Bai smiled and replied, "There are many, corn cakes, corn paste, corn buns... Each one is delicious. The harvest is good this year, so we can make more and share it with our neighbors."

Listening to her mother's words, Li Xiaoxiao felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She knew that behind these simple meals was the deep love and care between family members, and the beautiful tradition of mutual help and sharing among the villagers.

The sound of the millstone turning, the conversation between mother and daughter, and the occasional crowing of chickens and barking of dogs in the distance together weave a warm and harmonious rural picture.

Time seems to slow down at this moment, making people forget the troubles and hustle and bustle of the world.

When the last bag of corn was ground into flour, Li Xiaoxiao and Bai packed up their things and prepared to go home.

Their faces were filled with satisfaction and happiness, because they knew that the flour not only represented this year's harvest, but also represented the warmth of home and hope for the future.

As the sun sets, Li Xiaoxiao's yard is once again filled with laughter.

The family sat together, tasting delicious food made with freshly ground cornmeal, feeling the joy of the harvest and the warmth of family affection.

In this season full of hope, they look forward to a better future together.