An eight-year-old kid emptied his scumbag father's warehouse and followed his grandparents into

The backyard was bustling with activity.

The table where we had dinner last night was still scattered in the corner, with several large pots of leftovers on it. Although it was a bit messy, it still showed how lively it was last night.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Beneath a large tree, several tables were set up, and a group of women and their wives sat around them, their faces beaming with smiles as they busied themselves with work and whispered to each other.

Their movements were skillful and orderly, and they were obviously doing something important.

"Madame Wang, what are you doing?" Jing Chunxi saw Madame Wang at a glance and couldn't help asking curiously. She walked over quickly, her eyes full of curiosity and anticipation.

"I'll make both cold and meat rice dumplings for you. Eat steamed glutinous rice with bacon in the morning. Eat quickly." Nanny Wang raised her head with a loving smile on her face. She answered Jing Chunxi's question while continuing what she was doing.

She skillfully picked up two pieces of rice dumplings leaves, wrapped the glutinous rice, meat and mung beans in them, and then tied them up with a thin rope, all in one go.

"Hahaha!"

Hearing Wang Ma's words, Jing Mingyue couldn't help but burst out laughing. Her laughter was so clear and sweet that Qiaoqiao and Mingzhu also laughed.

Mingzhu held her stomach and laughed so hard that she couldn't straighten her back. She pointed at Jing Mingyue, her eyes full of admiration for her elder sister, as if saying, "Sister is really good at predicting things!" Their laughter echoed in the yard, sounding particularly cheerful.

"Xi'er loves Nanny Wang's cooking!" Jing Chunxi stifled a laugh as she moved closer. Sure enough, she saw seven or eight women gathered around two tables, laden with rice, meat, mung beans, and zongzi leaves. In the baskets next to the stools, two and a half baskets of pre-wrapped zongzi were already stacked neatly, ready for the pot.

"It'll be ready to cook soon, and we'll be eating later," Nanny Wang said with a smile of satisfaction. She expertly wrapped another cold rice dumpling and gently placed it in the basket. The surrounding women looked up and greeted her, then went back to their work. Their movements, though different, all seemed expertly executed.

"During the Dragon Boat Festival, the mistress of the teacher at the provincial school also taught the children how to make cold rice dumplings. They also wanted to bring some to Yamen Village! Unfortunately, it was too hot to keep them, and they were all eaten up in two days on the road. Xier is craving for them now." Jing Chunxi sighed as he watched them making rice dumplings.

"I knew that my cousin likes to eat it, so the old lady even asked us to pack more." Jing Chang's wife next to her said with a smile. There was a doting smile on her face, and she no longer had the poor look she used to have.

"Madame Wang, ask them to light another fire later so that they can be stewed until they are soft and sticky. That's how they'll taste." Jing Chunxi came close to Madame Wang and whispered in a low voice with anticipation. She hadn't eaten zongzi for a long time and she really missed it.

Nanny Wang: "I see. The cold rice dumplings should be placed in the well. They are icy cold and taste best when dipped in sugar and oil."

Seeing them gathering around, everyone was very happy and started talking at once, making the scene very lively.

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"Xijie, you guys are so sleepy! The sun is starting to shine. Come eat under the tree. I'll have someone set the table for you right away." Second Aunt Yin's voice came from the front yard, her voice loud and kind. Seeing Jing Chunxi and the others still lingering there, she couldn't help but urge them on.

"Second Madam, let's set it up."

Hearing the loud call from Second Madam Yin, Chuntao and Hongfen suddenly appeared from nowhere. When they saw their master, they smiled with joy.

Chuntao walked quickly to Jing Chunxi and said softly, "Miss, you are finally up. We wanted to serve you, but the eldest lady sent us away, saying that she was worried that you didn't get enough sleep." There was helplessness in her voice, and she spread her hands.

At Yin's command, two young men came out from the row of houses to help, in addition to Chuntao and Hongfen. They looked young, but their movements were very agile.

When Jing Chunxi saw them, her eyes lit up and she shouted, "Eldest cousin, third cousin." There was a hint of mischief in her voice, and she smiled at the two men with her eyes narrowed.

The two people who were assembling the table looked at Jing Chunxi calmly and said in unison: "Good morning, cousin Xi!" There was a hint of ridicule in their voices, but their eyes were full of respect.

After his uncle's introduction last night, Jing Chunxi already knew that these two were the ones who replaced Dalang and Sanlang and stayed in Yamen Village. They used to be his uncle's soldiers. Everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw their mischievous interaction.

"Brother Jingyi, you're helping in the kitchen again." Jing Chunxi smiled happily when he saw the people following Chuntao and Hongfen to serve dishes outside.

"He promised Tang Shuang that he would make delicious food when he got home. How could he not sneak into the kitchen and learn some tips?" Chun Tao joked.

Jing Yi smiled nonchalantly, put down the two bowls of sugar cake, and said, "Why don't you, Miss, arrange something for me to do so that I don't have to eat free meals in Yamen Village." His expression and tone were quite serious.

"Why don't you come and make the rice dumplings!" Daqing's wife quickly interrupted and joked, saying to Jingyi, her eyes full of teasing.

Jing Yi laughed when he heard this, "I do want to learn, but I'm afraid that if I get stuck in a group of young wives, my cousin will come and chase me and beat me up."

"You're so talkative at such a young age. Be careful or Sugar Frost will ignore you when you get back." Everyone laughed, and the second aunt-in-law also scolded Jingyi.

Everyone thought Jingyi would retort, but he ran back to the kitchen as if he was being chased by a dog, causing everyone to burst into laughter again.

A bowl of seafood porridge and a bowl of white porridge sat on a nearby stool. Steamed white and brown sugar cakes, bacon and glutinous rice, banana leaf glutinous rice cakes, cooked rice cakes made of flour, a plate of fried salted fish, and two plates of garlic-fried sweet potatoes filled the table. The aroma of food filled the air, making one's mouth water.

"Let them continue to eat the leftovers tonight, and you all can eat something delicious." Yin came over, glanced at the table, and saw that Jing Chunxi had already torn open a banana leaf rice cake, then nodded with satisfaction.

She climbed onto Jing Chunxi's shoulders from behind and whispered, "I'm sorry for wronging Sister Xi last time. This time you have to eat well and be plump when you go back." Her tone was full of pampering for her daughter.

"Aunt! I don't want to be fat. I want to be as beautiful as my cousin Mingyue." Jing Chunxi retorted and was immediately pinched by Jing Mingyue.

She quickly shifted her hips, turned around, and fed Yin a mouthful of the glutinous rice cake she had peeled. Her movements were gentle and practiced, as if she was used to such intimacy.

Yin's mouth was stuffed with food, and she almost choked. She laughed happily and said vaguely, "Child, I'm afraid you will be even more beautiful than your mother in the future."

"Aunt, would you like Sister Xi to sleep with you tonight?" Jing Chunxi's words startled Yin. She looked up at Jing Chunxi with a hint of surprise. Jing Chunxi added, "Sister Jin always sleeps with me in Qingshan Villa. I have to complain to you, Aunt." Chunxi's heart and eyes were filled with anticipation, and his gaze was filled with sincerity.

When Yin heard Jing Chunxi's words, a warm feeling surged in her heart and her eyes became a little moist.

Her husband was gone, and the only one who had come with her, Sanlang, had also gone to Leizhou. Only she knew the pain in her heart. Her niece wanted to sleep with her because she was actually trying to comfort her. She also meant to talk to her about the situation of their second wife's child in Qingshan Villa.

Jin Jie'er and Xuan Ge'er (Wulang) are both her flesh and blood. They are thousands of miles away from her at such a young age, but she can still think of them even in her dreams.

Especially yesterday, because of Jing Changjiang's return, the eldest family was so happy, and the more she saw it, the more upset she felt, so she hid in her bed and cried early. Now, hearing such thoughtful words from her niece, how could she not be moved.