summer fireworks

When Song Zhilin and Yan Shu appeared in front of Grandma Song carrying two suitcases, Grandma Song smiled from ear to ear.

"It's coming, it's good to be here," she put the two suitcases on the wall, "I heard that you were coming yesterday, so I made the bed, and today the air conditioner and floor heating are turned on early in the morning Just in case you feel cold."

Yan Shu was wearing socks, stepping on the warm floor, smiling brows and eyes: "It's really warm."

Grandma Song was shocked when she saw it, and quickly took out the plush slippers she had prepared for Yan Shu from the shoe cabinet, and said, "Why don't you wear slippers! You're going to catch a cold!"

Grandma Song asked her to wear them, but Yan Shu didn't dare not to wear them. Yan Shu wore plush slippers and walked on the heated floor, feeling that the soles of his feet were a little hot.

Song Zhilin snickered inwardly, pretending to be serious on the surface: "Grandma, I'll take you to the supermarket this afternoon to buy some New Year's food."

"It's New Year's Eve tomorrow, I have to go shopping today," Grandma Song said, "What do you want to eat for Chinese New Year?"

Song Zhilin had just said, "Let's go to the supermarket and have a look," when Yan Shu excitedly yelled, "Killing pig vegetables!"

Grandma Song said with a smile: "It's good to kill pigs, just eat pigs."

Song Zhilin put the two suitcases into her room, and was about to tidy up her things when Grandma Song took Yan Shu's arm affectionately and said, "Xiaoyan, grandma will take you to your room."

Song Zhilin and Yan Shu looked at each other, but they didn't expect that when Grandma Song said "the bed is made", she meant two beds were made.

It seems that in Grandma Song's eyes, although they have an unusual relationship, the progress is still quite slow...

Song Zhilin gave Yan Shu a look, Yan Shu blinked at her knowingly, grandma is an elderly person, it's better not to stimulate her heart.

The room that Grandma Song arranged for Yan Shu was on the opposite side. It seemed that no one had lived in the room for a long time, and there were very few things, but it was cleaned cleanly. Looking very comfortable with scented candles.

Yan Shu fell in love with it at the first sight, and put his arm on Grandma Song's arm and acted like a baby: "Thank you grandma! It's so pretty!"

Grandma Song said apologetically: "What's the matter, this quilt was bought by Zhilin, the color is not bright, I can't tell, she said that this kind of quilt looks good... or you young people have a common language."

Song Zhilin's voice came from afar: "Grandma has buried me again."

"Who said you?" Grandma Song muttered, and turned to go to the living room. "Pack up your things, and we'll have lunch."

Yan Shu simply stuffed his things into the cabinet, and slipped into Song Zhilin's room.

Song Zhilin's room is a combination of a study and a bedroom, separated by a glass door in the middle, with a fitting room and bathroom next to it.

Yan Shu had been to Song Zhilin's room once before, and she walked into the bedroom with ease. She originally wanted to see what that papa bear looked like, but she didn't expect that she would be shocked by Song Zhilin's bed as soon as she walked in.

Song Zhilin's sheets and pillows... are all bright red.Bright, pure crimson with big big flowers embroidered on it.

Yan Shu was dumbfounded, his brain short-circuited, and he stuttered and asked, "This... is your dowry?"

Song Zhilin's cold eyes fell on her face, and asked, "Huh?"

Yan Shu regained his sanity: "This pattern is a bit old."

Song Zhilin smiled and said, "If it weren't for me, you would have slept on such an ancient quilt. This is my grandma's family heirloom, and it will only be taken out to sleep during the New Year."

Yan Shu suddenly realized and nodded, "It's a custom."

Song Zhilin: "...about the same."

Yan Shu looked at Song Zhilin's helplessness towards the sheets, rolled his eyes, and smiled softly, "Why don't you come to see me at night?"

Song Zhilin looked at her quietly: "Huh?"

Her eyes were too clear, and she felt embarrassed looking at Yan Shu. She lowered her head and said falteringly, "That's right, when grandma falls asleep, you can sneak over to find me, anyway, it's on the opposite side."

Song Zhilin's lips curled up, and he smiled meaningfully: "What are you doing here?"

Yan Shu's ears were starting to feel slightly hot, but she still stuck her neck and said, "Don't do anything, go to sleep!"

Song Zhilin slowly approached her, and asked word by word in her ear: "Sleep or sleep with you?"

The next second, she was satisfied to see Yan Shu's face suddenly turned red.

Yan Shu looked at her angrily, wanted to say something, but couldn't find an excuse. Although what Song Zhilin said was rascal, she did have such thoughts in her heart.

As soon as she arrived at someone else's house, she started to have some fantasies, which was really not good.Yan Shu's reserve did not allow her to do this.

She didn't know what to say, so she grabbed Song Zhilin's hand and slapped it hard several times.

Song Zhilin didn't take her hand back either, she let her pat while smiling, and said, "Speak well, why are you beating someone?"

Yan Shu stopped his hands immediately, turned his head and prepared to go outside: "If you don't come, you won't come."

Song Zhilin followed her and entered her room.

She closed the door smoothly, pressed Yan Shu against the door, and her eyes sank: "Why don't you come? I can come now."

Yan Shu said stiffly, "Who told you to come?"

Song Zhilin smiled and pecked her lips: "You, you called me here just now."

Yan Shu wanted to say something more, but unexpectedly someone knocked on the door, and Grandma Song's voice sounded outside the door: "Xiaoyan? Have you packed it yet? Let's have lunch."

Then she heard Grandma Song shouting: "Zhilin! It's time to eat!"

Before Yan Shu could speak, Song Zhilin subconsciously responded, "Hey! Here we come!"

For a while, there was silence inside and outside the house.

After a few minutes, Grandma Song asked softly, "Zhilin? Are you there?"

Song Zhilin hurriedly straightened Yan Shu's collar, coughed softly, "I'll help her put away her things."

She looked Yan Shu up and down, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, she opened the door and said to grandma, "It's packed, let's go eat."

Grandma Song didn't doubt that he was there, and walked to the restaurant while saying, "I made tofu couscous and stewed chicken soup at noon. You need to drink more later, and you can cook two side dishes before you can eat."

Song Zhilin responded, and cooked a dish of dry fried pork and lettuce.

The dried bacon was dried by Grandma Song herself. Now is the time when it tastes good. As soon as it is out of the pot, a burst of fragrance bursts out. After being stir-fried with chili peppers, it is so fragrant that people can't wait to take a bite. Song Zhilin will cut it The pork is poured in, and after heating, it exudes the unique fragrance of meat, which is mixed with the smell of dry cured meat. It is especially suitable for rice when it smells.

After frying the meat, the vegetables became very simple. Song Zhilin poured the lettuce slices into the pan and stir-fried a few times, then added a spoonful of lard residue and sautéed until fragrant, and it was ready to serve.

She called Yan Shu in the kitchen: "Shushu, serve me some food."

Yan Shu came in soon. While she was putting the dishes on the plate, she shrank her neck and asked, "Grandma didn't find anything, did she?"

Song Zhilin was very calm: "We didn't do anything, what are we going to find out?"

The dining table was covered with a heat-insulating mat, and the steaming chicken soup was served in a white porcelain bowl, which was golden and appetizing. As soon as the fragrant dry fried meat was put down, there was an overbearing fragrance on the table, and it smelled even more attractive.

Grandma Song has already picked up a meatball and is eating it. The outer layer of the tofu meatball is soft and glutinous tofu skin, wrapped in a solid meat filling. The meat filling has been adjusted for a long time, and there are mushrooms and cabbage inside. It tastes delicious And refreshing.

Grandma Song has worked hard all her life. Tofu meatballs are her best understanding of the Chinese New Year. After a busy year, they must be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

It was the first time for Yan Shu to eat tofu balls. This kind of home-cooked food had never appeared on the menu of Juxianlou New Year's banquet. Yan Shu picked one up, looked around curiously, and carefully took the first bite. .

She was amazed by the taste as soon as she took the first bite.

After the tofu skin was bitten open by the teeth, it gave off a unique aroma on the tip of the tongue, and the meat filling overflowed with delicious gravy, which together with the mushroom and cabbage formed a charming taste, which made Yan Shu unable to stop taking one bite after another.

"This is delicious!"

Yan Shu squinted his eyes after eating, and praised Grandma Song again and again:

"Grandma cooks better than chefs in five-star hotels!"

Grandma Song laughed until she couldn't see her teeth. She ate the second ball slowly: "Where, everyone can make something. Your mother must make it delicious."

Song Zhilin just wanted to interrupt grandma's words, but it was too late. After Grandma Song finished speaking, Yan Shu paused while eating. Song Zhilin looked at her worriedly, but Yan Shu signaled her that it was okay with his eyes.

Yan Shu adjusted his breathing to try to look as natural as possible.

"Grandma," her ending sound rose slightly, with a coquettish tone, "You still cook delicious food, my mother doesn't cook."

Song Zhilin quickly followed her words and nodded, "Is it the first time for Shushu to eat tofu balls?"

Yan Shu said: "Yeah, I've never eaten it before. It looks quite ordinary. I didn't expect it to be so delicious."

Grandma Song froze for a moment, then saw Song Zhilin's suggestive eyes towards her, and immediately reacted.

Yan Shu's "mother doesn't cook" should be a euphemism. This little girl says everything is delicious, such as tofu balls, which people often eat here, is actually the first time they eat it. Never made it at home?When I asked her what she wanted to eat during the Chinese New Year, she only said that she wanted to eat pig-killed dishes. It seemed that she had never eaten any home-cooked food.

He also said that her cooking is better than the master chefs in five-star restaurants. Is it true that there are chefs cooking at home all year round?

Although those people cook delicious food, they are not cooking for their own family members, and the taste is always missing.

When Grandma Song thought of this, her heart suddenly softened.

Grandma Song picked up another tofu ball for her, and said lovingly, "It's okay, just eat more if you like it, and grandma will make it for you."