Chapter 136: Let's Fold Paper Boxes Together

Aunt was in the limelight for a while, and the whole person was a little floating.

Fortunately, the vegetable price was really shocking to the soul, so even if the recipe was halfway through, she still inserted a sentence:

"Is it really that delicious?"

That's for sure!

Everyone present was nodding.

Many aunts of the same age were proud: "Believe me, I have been in this vegetable market for decades, whether the vegetables are good or not, I know it in my heart!"

"Don't look at this family being expensive, you can't leave after eating once."

Too many people spoke, Aunt seemed to have fallen into a pyramid scheme scene, and couldn't move her steps at this moment.

After she finally arranged the fate of the bamboo shoots, she touched her mobile phone, intending to be extravagant once!

Turning her head again, she saw that in the girl's basket in front of her, there were only these three or five fat winter bamboo shoots left!

"Want it?"

Song Tan looked at her with a smile: "The last five jin, not sold separately."

Aunt hesitated again instantly.

Just at this time, saw a red-haired aunt running over.

Saw her stretching out her hands from afar to greet:

"Baby! Is there any left? Keep it for aunt, aunt is here!"

Song Tan hadn't had time to answer, saw Qiao Qiao had stood up instantly, and then responded happily: "Okay!"

Aunt:...

Song Tan had to smile apologetically: "Sorry, it's all sold out."

That red-haired aunt ran over panting, still wearing a slippery silk gradient red suit, at this moment while taking out her mobile phone to scan the code, she complained:

"Oh my, if the dance team's audio hadn't suddenly broken, I went to find the boss to repair it, I wouldn't have come until now... Still my baby is thoughtful, knowing aunt didn't come, specifically kept it for me!"

Qiao Qiao liked this red-haired aunt very much, at this moment regardless of what people said, anyway, unified hmm nodded.

Song Tan didn't poke it either, at this moment handed the bamboo shoots over, and then prepared to pack the baskets.

——The family is busy, this morning, must bring the chef back.

The aunt who was ignored stared at her empty vegetable basket, the vegetable vendor in front of her endured and endured, and finally picked up a bag of cabbage: "Then do you want this?"

"Want!"

Aunt gritted her teeth: "Didn't you say you'll come tomorrow? I'll come tomorrow!"

And then paid the money, stepped on small leather shoes and left angrily.

And here, Song Tan took Qiao Qiao, and at this moment had already driven to Aunt's house.

Aunt Song Hongmei was setting up a stall in the alley not far from the residential area, at this moment holding a large spoon to scrape the white batter left on the bucket wall, and then put it on the smooth round pot, the bamboo dragonfly spun, and a round egg pancake took shape.

A regular customer passed by, puzzled: "Why are you closing the stall today?"

The side dishes on the table were gone.

Look at the time again, it's only ten o'clock.

Usually Song Hongmei waited until ten-thirty to close the stall, today for her nephew and niece, she really paid a heavy price!

Although it wouldn't sell many pancakes in the morning, a cent is also money!

She felt heartache for her sacrifice for a moment, and then skillfully cut the last egg pancake and put it in a disposable paper box and handed it over:

"Yes, have something in the morning, close early,"

Just finished speaking, saw familiar people standing at the entrance of the alley.

Song Hongmei smiled immediately:

"This time is just right!"

So hurriedly put the bucket and other things back on her small cart, and then pushed the cart and planned to go back.

Song Tan had already walked over quickly, looked up and down, and said without hesitation: "Aunt, let me, I'll push it."

And then lifted the handle, easily pushed it far away. Aunt was stunned for a moment, and then her heart was even more proud:

"I said, you have such great strength, even if Qiao Qiao can't learn it, you follow Seventh Uncle to learn to stir-fry, you must have talent!"

Forget it.

Song Tan still had self-knowledge.

She is a person who wants to open her mouth and eat ready-made food.

The unit residential area where Song Hongmei lives is quite old. When it was built, everyone was proud to own a bicycle, so in the courtyard, there was a separate small compartment specifically for parking bicycles.

At this moment, Song Tan pushed the cart in, Aunt untied her apron, and said:

"Go! I'll take you to find Seventh Uncle—no need to bring things, I shared a pile of locust flowers with him last night."

Seventh Uncle is old and refined, looking at her eyes knew what she was thinking, and at this moment he was even more angry!

——Even like this, she said she would be good to their old couple in the future, even ghosts wouldn't believe it.

However, after people left, he took a large bucket from the bathroom to the balcony to continue watering, and his sixty-year-old body was still steady.

Seventh Aunt sighed: "If you ask me, if Sancheng's family is really willing to support us, it's fine. Don't count on this girl, just count on Sancheng's couple being honest."

Seventh Uncle didn't speak, obviously pondering in his heart.

A lifetime of husband and wife, what else does Seventh Aunt not understand?

"We are several years younger than Brother Youde, he can count on Sancheng, we have a house here, and we won't let him suffer, just serve us when we are old, why can't we?"

If it weren't for the difficulty of leaving their hometown, they would never have been willing to go to the frontier, so how could they have children and money but no one to support them in their old age?

Seventh Uncle put down the water scoop, his expression dull: "I knew their couple was honest early on. But, their family burden is also heavy."

"Not to mention anything else, just say their son, what will happen in the future?"

"If it's really settled with their family, someone supports me, then I'm happy. But the problem is still this house, if I don't leave it to their family, that's our guilt."

"But if I leave it... for their son, it's not a good thing."

A poor fool in the village, no matter what, can still live on.

But a rich poor fool... even if he can save his life, don't know how much rubbing he will suffer.

Seventh Aunt understood.

Thinking to this point, this old man doesn't know how many times he has pondered, and he has almost calculated the whole village.

Since that's the case...

Seventh Aunt was also free and easy: "We are still in good health, we can still work, whether it works or not is not something that can be decided in one sentence, take it slowly. Tomorrow the child comes over, if she really invites you back to be a chef, let's go back to our hometown and live for a while?"

The person beside him understands him best, Seventh Aunt also smiled expectantly: "I don't know you yet, cooking for this old woman at home every day, the craftsmanship can't be displayed, suffocated, right?"

Seventh Uncle was still stubborn: "What to do back, the old house has nothing, inconvenient."

While talking, he reached out and grabbed a handful of locust flowers as if nothing had happened, first lowered his head to smell it, and then his eyes condensed, and he picked a flower bud and stuffed it into his mouth.

The weather in early April was exceptionally good, the morning dew was hazy, the morning light was faint, the cool morning breeze was blowing leisurely, which was exceptionally refreshing for those preparing to work.

The sun hadn't fully risen, the aunts picking tea had already skillfully tied a piece of plastic cloth around their waists, wore rain boots on their feet, and then carried baskets and wore straw hats, and had already skillfully gone up the mountain.

————Side note————

Just... thank Qianqiu for the reward. Thank you all for your support!

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