Became a poor little boy abandoned by his educated youth mother?

So after entering, An Xueyan's voice was dominant. She gave the things she brought to Xie's father, chatted for a while about things in Beijing, and politely declined Xie's father's invitation to have dinner at his home before leaving.

After leaving the Public Security Bureau, Zhang Guihua breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I will never listen to you and come to the Public Security Bureau to look for someone again. This is too scary."

Seeing her grandmother like this, An Xueyan laughed and said, "Grandma, you haven't done anything bad, what are you afraid of?"

Everyone understands the principle, but when it comes to encountering something, the brain and the body are no longer one family. Zhang Guihua muttered: "Isn't it just that I am subconsciously nervous when I see the clothes they are wearing?"

"If you think of them as the protectors of ordinary people, specifically arresting those who treat us badly, and think of them as people worthy of our respect and love, wouldn't that make you less nervous?"

Zhang Guihua thought about it and shuddered unconsciously as she said, "I'm still nervous."

Then An Xueyan quickly walked away from here and changed the subject, urging: "Let's go find your fifth uncle and eldest aunt. We also need to go to the scrap yard later."

The last thing was her main purpose for coming to the county town today, and her son and daughter were just incidental.

So the two of them went to their workplace, gave the gifts, and before the son and daughter could even talk to their mother for a few more words, their mother sent them away on the grounds that they didn't want to delay their work.

An Qinghe and An Hongyu were speechless... They didn't know who came to call people during working hours. Now they know that they delayed their work.

The old lady didn't care about their feelings. She dragged An Xueyan to the county scrap yard and specifically asked where they found the gold bars. She learned that they found them in wooden furniture, and it was made of good wood used by wealthy families.

She knew Mu Tou, and as soon as she entered, her eyes scanned everywhere like X-rays, and went straight to the pile of broken furniture.

But after looking for a long time, she didn't find any good wood. The broken furniture inside was similar to the one in her house, and even more tattered. It didn't look like there were any treasures there.

Seeing that her grandmother was picking carefully, An Xueyan went to study the bottles and jars to see if there were any good things inside. These past few years are the best time to find bargains, as many people don't know the value of things and treat their treasures as garbage.

However, neither of them had good luck today and neither of them found what they wanted. After leaving the scrap station, Zhang Guihua also faced the reality that such a good thing was not easy to come by and she might not be destined to pick up gold.

Seeing that the old lady was in a bad mood, An Xueyan coaxed her, "Grandma, I will buy you a lot of gold to honor you in the future."

Zhang Guihua shook her head and refused, "I already have them all. I don't need you to buy them. Just keep them for yourself."

Most elders always hope that the younger generation can live well on their own. An Xueyan didn't argue and just gave the milk to the younger generation directly after buying it.

Of course, the most important thing now is to eat something. So, he said, "It's getting late, Grandma, let's go to the state-owned restaurant and pack some food to eat back home."

Zhang Guihua disagreed: "We can just go back and cook some now. State-owned restaurants are so expensive, we'd better not go there."

Afraid that An Xueyan would really go out to get food, he pulled her tightly to ride on the ox cart. The frugal habits developed over the years are difficult to change.

The two returned home with empty stomachs. The old man was sitting under the eaves smoking, and the three little ones were squatting leisurely on the beam. They had been making their home since they were born, so it was natural for them to regard this place as their home and would stay at home unless they went out.

As for their parents, they have another home deep in the mountains. As their demand for spiritual spring water becomes less and less, they become more and more wild outside.

It was already past dinner time, so Zhang Guihua planned to make some dumpling soup. An Xueyan followed her in out of concern.

"Grandma, fry a few eggs in oil, make some chili oil with chili sauce, and add some vegetables in it, so that the dumpling soup will taste good."

"I know. You're the only one nagging. Light the fire." Zhang Guihua ordered impatiently.

Although she agreed and did it, she only put a few drops of oil in the fried eggs and made chili oil, but added the chili sauce before the oil was fully heated. The food was taken out of the pan within a few seconds and the aroma had not yet come out.

An Xueyan said that this was not okay, but she didn't listen and said that this was almost the same and could be eaten.

Anyway, when the three of them picked up their bowls and started eating, An Xueyan smelled the tasteless dumpling soup in the bowl and felt hopeless.

An Youliang took a small bite and praised it happily.

"Today's dumpling soup is pretty good, better than the ones I made a few days ago."

Zhang Guihua also ate and said confidently, "I think I performed well today. If Yanyan hadn't been disrupting me, I would have made it even better."

An Xueyan, who was accused of causing trouble, is really out of line. Grandma, do you want to listen to what you are saying?

After hearing what they said, and tasting the dumpling soup, I thought, you call this delicious?

The eggs have a fishy smell and there is no fragrance of fried eggs at all. Putting chili oil in it is no different from putting chili peppers directly in it, and it is also a bit salty. My grandparents' taste requirements are too low.

An Xueyan looked at her grandfather suspiciously and asked, "Grandpa, do you really think this is delicious?"

An Youliang knew what she was thinking and whispered to her, "You've definitely made progress. The rice your grandma used to cook at home was either undercooked or too hard, or too bland or too salty. I think today's is pretty good."

Zhang Guihua, who heard everything clearly, explained awkwardly: "I haven't cooked in years. I can't find the feeling. I just need to cook for a while longer."

There was no other way An Xueyan could only say: "Grandma, how about I do the cooking from now on? I cooked once before and it wasn't bad."

She didn't want to cook either, but there were only three of them at home. One of them couldn't cook at all, and the other had been cooking for decades and the food was still as bad as pig food. They had no choice but to rely on themselves.

After barely eating half a meal, he ate another apple.

In the kitchen, Zhang Guihua looked at the half-eaten noodles and muttered with a pout, "You're so spoiled! You can't even finish such delicious food. A few years ago, some people were so hungry that they gnawed on tree bark every day."

I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I put the rest in the cupboard. This is food that I can eat in the evening.

The students were still in school in the afternoon and no one came to play with her, so An Xueyan went back to her room and hurried to finish copying the medical book, with two-thirds still left.

Her grandmother washed the dishes and took the old couple's clothes out to wash. Her grandfather rested for a while and then went to work.

Their families had originally advised them not to go to work, but since they had worked all their lives, they couldn't sit idle, so they went anyway. They were content to earn 6 or 7 work points a day.

The three little ones were stretching their wings outside the window, and the girl inside the window was concentrating on writing, with the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing against each other.