Siheyuan: I Actually Crossed Into A Stick

"Mom, I'm not cold! I'm wearing several cotton coats inside, and I'm also wearing your new clothes outside, keeping me warm.

Jia Geng looked at his mother with a smile on his face.

I really feel it, there is a kind of cold called mother thinks you are cold.

His heart was warm.

Soon, after walking into the house.

Feeling that grandma thinks you are cold again, Mrs. Jia Zhang saw her grandson coming over: "My dear grandson, are you cold when you wake up? I'll bring you another piece of clothing to put on.

Then, feeling that your family thought you were cold, Qin Jingru: "Yes, it's still so early, it's very cold, it's better to wear more clothes."

He Yuzhu nodded and said, "That's right, the last time you caught a cold, you were trying to show off and didn't dress well."

"I'm not cold. I'm just hungry!"

Jia Geng is cared by his family, and his heart is warm, so why would he feel cold?

"Eat it quickly, it's just steamed." Jia Zhang said.

"Yeah." Jia Geng picked up a bun with chopsticks, it was white and tender, still steaming.

Since it was just out of the steamer, it was still quite hot, so 12 had to blow it with his mouth to let the buns cool down.

Jia Geng, who couldn't wait for the protests and protests coming from his stomach, didn't wait any longer, and directly bit down on it.

Immediately, he felt soft and sweet, and after chewing it, he was a little surprised, he felt the taste of meat.

"Grandma, are these meat buns?"

"That's right, your uncle He went to the vegetable market to buy pork before 5 o'clock, and cooked lean meat porridge for sister Yushui, and also made meat buns by the way." Jia Zhang said.

"Uncle He, you make meat buns really well!" Jia Geng praised while eating.

In the small restaurant at the Chaoyang Vegetable Market, there are no meat buns for sale, and he hasn't eaten them for a long time.

"That's right, when I was your age, I was very good at making buns!" He Yuzhu said proudly.

"Zhuzi is indeed right, I have eaten it before." Jia Zhang recalled a little while talking.

"Your Uncle He cooks delicious food, so you can eat more!"

Qin Huairu had a smile on her face, and she liked to watch her son eat big mouthfuls.

Jia Geng knows that his mother loves him and wants him to eat more, but after all, there are not many meat buns, so he doesn't like eating too much.

Holding a steamed bun, he asked while eating: "Uncle He, is your meat porridge ready? I'll send it to Sister Yushui.

"No, I'll just go." He Yuzhu shook his head and said, "There will be a bus in a moment, and I will be able to go to the hospital soon."

"Zhuzi, let me go, you will be going to work later!" Qin Jingru said.

As a cook, He Yuzhu had to go to work at 6:30 in the morning to make breakfast for the factory.

Although he stays in the factory for a long time, except for cooking, he is usually very leisurely.

"Jingru, you just came here and you don't know how to get there?" He Yuzhu shook his head.

"Let me go, I went there last night, I know where it is!" Qin Huairu said.

"Stop arguing!"

Jia Geng directly interrupted the argument, saying: "You go to the hospital, and it will be an hour later, and the porridge will be cold. Why don't I go, and it only takes 20 minutes to ride a bicycle.

"Everyone said, is this the truth?"

"My dear grandson is right! But it's such a long road, and cycling is tiring." Although Jia Zhang agrees with Jia Geng's words, she also feels sorry for her grandson who is so tired.

"My son is right! It's cold in the morning and the journey is long, so I'm really tired." Qin Huairu had to admit that her son was right, but she was a little afraid that her son would catch a cold and be tired.

"That's right, I just rode my bike for such a long distance yesterday, and it's very tiring to have to ride like this today." He Yuzhu said.

"Bang, let me go. Although I just came here, I still need to get acquainted with it, right?"

Qin Jingru looked at his nephew and said.

"Why are you tired? We are all a family. What are you doing with these kind words?"

Jia Geng said angrily, "It's too strange, aunt, uncle!"

"Furthermore, can you two, Uncle He and Auntie, know how to ride a bicycle? If you know how to ride a bicycle, you can send it there by yourself!"

"Hey, you kid! If you say I can't ride a bicycle, I'll show you this afternoon." He Yuzhu suddenly laughed.

"Okay, you can ride whatever you want!" Jia Geng laughed.

"You said, I won't compensate you if the bicycle breaks!" He Yuzhu laughed.

"No problem, just a bicycle!"

Jia Geng turned to look at his mother and aunt: "Would you like to learn, comrades, I can teach you."

"Okay!" Qin Huairu suddenly laughed, she used to be quite envious when she saw people riding bicycles.

Now that I have my own home, I can also learn how to ride.

"Really?" Qin Jingru also wanted to learn, but she was a little worried. A bicycle is so expensive, what will happen if it breaks down.

"Auntie, don't worry, the bicycle is durable, don't worry about it breaking."

Seeing Qin Jingru's expression, Jia Geng probably knew what she was thinking, so he comforted her.

"Grandma, do you want to learn how to ride a bicycle?"

"My dear grandson, what should I do if I broke the car? I'm an old man, but I'm not as valuable as this car!" Jia Zhang immediately laughed, knowing that this was a joke from his grandson.

Jia Geng shook his head immediately, and said, "Grandma, even ten thousand bicycles on the 537 can't compare to a single bone of yours."

"My dear grandson's words just make me happy." Jia Zhang smiled from ear to ear.

"Big stem, you've spoken!" He praised.

Qin Huairu looked at her son, and she was also happy in her heart. She had taught him to respect the old and love the young.

"Okay! I'm full, Uncle He, where's the meat porridge!"

Jia Geng looked at He Yuzhu and said: "Sister Yushui may wake up now, she is hungry.

"Yeah!"

As He Yuzhu said, he immediately took out the two aluminum lunch boxes he brought back last night, one was filled with meat porridge, and the other was filled with steamed buns.

Then wrap the two lunch boxes together with a net bag.

"Okay! I'm out!"

Jia Geng took the lunch box and went out the door.

"Son, wait a minute." Seeing her son going out, Qin Huairu thought of the cushion cotton cover she made last night.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

"Here, this cotton cover is put on the seat cushion, and it is more comfortable to ride."

"Mom, this is too suitable! You are amazing!"

Jia Geng took the cotton sleeve in surprise, "You just made this last night, right? Thank you for your hard work."

"What's the hard work, it's done in one go!"

Qin Huairu said with a smile, compared to making new clothes, such a small thing is not worth mentioning. .