Quick Wear: The saints are too miserable, the host will never be soft-hearted

"Be careful, it's hot, here are the dumplings that are fresh out of the pot." Lu's mother came over with a big bowl of dumplings piled high. After putting it down, she went into the kitchen to get the second bowl.

Father Lu picked up the chopsticks and divided the dumplings, then turned his head and started complaining.

"Yier, look at your mother. Just because you praised her dumplings, she made me chop meat every day. Look at my arms now. They're so strong that I can hold Sisi all day without even feeling any pain!"

Lu Sisi was working on the dumplings when she heard her name. She raised her watery eyes and glanced at him. Seeing her dazed expression, Lu Yi couldn't help laughing. He looked at Lu's father and said, "Mom wants you to exercise."

"No, she just wants to make things difficult for your father. Who eats dumplings for a month straight? No matter how delicious they are, you can't eat them every day, right? Your mother..."

"You're secretly saying bad things about me? Lu Duocai, tell me, what did you tell your daughter about me?"

Mother Lu glanced at him sideways, put down her bowl of dumplings, pushed him aside, and sat down. "I worked so hard to make dumplings for you, and I made a mistake? I just asked you to do a little work, didn't I? You keep nagging me. I'm getting calluses on my ears."

"That's right, you're right. Everything you do is right. Oh, these dumplings are delicious."

Father Lu stuffed the dumplings in an exaggerated manner.

After Lu Anyuan's mother picked up a few dumplings, she said to Lu's father, "If they taste good, eat as much as you can. Get your arms ready. We'll be eating dumplings at home for at least another month, so you'll need to be able to make a difference."

"Ah!" Father Lu wailed and turned to look for his teammates who were tired of eating dumplings like him, but no one looked at him.

Lu Anyuan didn't go home at noon after attending the private school, so he could cook his own food outside and bury his head in eating dumplings.

Lu Yi, who was addicted to hoarding dumplings, suppressed his laughter and lowered his head, pretending not to see his father's pleading look.

She has space to cook for herself. Lu Sisi is not picky at all and eats whatever is given to her. The one who reacts the most in the family is Lu's father, but he doesn't dare to protest openly.

Lu Yi, who suddenly felt guilty, coughed and offered a suggestion: "Dad, Mom's dumplings are delicious. If you're tired of them, talk to Mom about it."

"Your mother won't listen to me, Yi'er, please speak for Dad."

Mother Lu glared at him, picked up two dumplings and put them in her bowl, saying, "Yier, don't bother with your father. It's not like I don't have a different kind of filling. I have meat and vegetables, so why should I let him down? He's just making trouble on purpose."

Father Lu smiled and didn't refute. He raised his chin and stroked his beard, picked up the dumplings and savored them carefully as if they were delicacies from the land and the sea. At the end, he suddenly said, "Yier, Dad wants to discuss something with you."

Lu Yi put down his chopsticks and looked over.

"Wait until the end of the year. Dad wants to go back to Xiahe Village with your mom and visit your grandparents' graves."

"Okay, I'll take Anyuan and Sisi with me, and we'll go back as a family and stay for a few days."

Mother Lu coughed lightly and said, "Yier, you don't have to go."

"Yes, your mother is right, Yi'er. Your grandparents passed away early, and you don't have much memory of them. There's no need to take two children on a trip. If they fall and get frozen in the snow, what do you think we'll do?"

"Just listen to Daddy. Daddy and your mom will go back. You stay home with the two kids, and ask Mommy to make you some extra dumplings with all kinds of fillings before she leaves. You won't have to worry about being hungry, ouch!"

Mother Lu put away her chopsticks with a cold face and looked at Father Lu rubbing the back of his hand. "Are you asking for a beating?"

Father Lu looked at Lu Yi with grievance and whispered, "Ever since you came back to live here, your mother has been so happy that she's become more and more irritable towards me."

Lu Yi raised the corner of his mouth, and did not mention going back to Xiahe Village for the New Year.

To be frank, the cooperation Lu's father and mother just gave was actually due to their worry. They were afraid that she would run into Du Wendong who had returned to his hometown in Xiahe Village and their old relationship would rekindle, right?

To reassure them, she can just stay in Dahe Town until the end of the year. By that time, Du Wendong's next wife should have been settled.

The two children grew up slowly, and the winter cold came.

Lu's father and mother got on the carriage the day before, leaving behind a table full of dumplings and a wall full of New Year's bacon, as well as Lu Yi and two children.

Snowflakes were falling from the sky. Lu Yi was bored at home, so he asked Lu Anyuan, who was practicing calligraphy. After getting the answer that he didn't want to go, he picked up Lu Sisi, who was wrapped up tightly, held her in his arms and went out for shopping and eating.

When he came back, Lu Yi's arms were piled with the things he bought. He was holding Lu Sisi's left hand, and three bright red candied haws were stubbornly pinched between the palm of his right hand.

As he walked into the alley, he heard someone knocking on the door. The voice sounded familiar. Lu Yi looked at the location of his own door, took Lu Sisi's hand and quickened his pace back.

"Lu Yi, are you home? Open the door for us. It's freezing outside. You can't pretend you can't hear anything. Qingyun is here too. Do you want us to freeze to death outside?"

"Open the door! Open the door quickly! Qingyun, you should also shout, call mother, you child..."

Lu Yi looked at the two figures, one large and one small, huddled at the door, frowned slightly, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

The little figure quickly jumped up, looked at the candied haws in Lu Yi's hand, swallowed his saliva, and stared into Lu Yi's eyes, but just pursed his lips and said nothing.

Du Xiaowan, on the other hand, was very enthusiastic and came up to her and said, "Sister-in-law, it's me, Xiaowan."

Lu Yi took Lu Sisi by the hand and walked around them, clearing his throat, "Anyuan, mother is back, come and help her open the door."

Just as he was halfway through his words, the sound of the door bolt being pulled open was heard, and Lu Anyuan's somewhat uneasy expression appeared behind the door. He reached out and took the things in Lu Yi's arms, took off the hanging bag on her arm, and turned around to move them into the house.

"Lu Anyuan, why didn't you open the door for me and your brother when you were home? Didn't you hear us calling you for a long time?" After Du Xiaowan asked this, Lu Anyuan walked faster.

"Sister-in-law, look at him! He must have done it on purpose."

Lu Yi picked up Lu Sisi and asked casually, "What are you doing here? Go back if you have anything to do."

This meant they were trying to get rid of her. Du Xiaowan looked nervous and without saying a word she stepped forward and stuck her foot in the threshold.

Lu Yi remained motionless: "..."

I'm a little speechless. It seems like she hasn't closed the door yet?

Du Xiaowan didn't retract her foot and begged, "Sister-in-law, I have something important to tell you, otherwise we wouldn't have come here in the snow. Please just listen to us for fun. At least wait until we finish what we have to say before you send us away."

I haven't seen her for so long, how come the original owner's sister-in-law is so talkative? Lu Yi raised his eyebrows, his eyes flashed over the two of them, and after entering the door, he said: "Come in and have a bowl of hot water before leaving."

Du Xiaowan's nervous hands loosened up at once, and she pushed Du Qingyun in. "Hey, here it comes."

On the way to the hall, Lu Yi could still hear Du Xiaowan's instructions behind him, which she thought were very quiet. He didn't know whether Du Qingyun listened or not, but she heard every word.