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Chapter 9 Pickles
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It is rare to have a good thing that can see the light at home, and Ji Mingzhu naturally wants to send some to the third grandfather who has been taking care of his family.
A pot of chicken soup is not much, Ji Mingzhu scooped almost half of it, and took more than a dozen catties of peaches and several catties of mushrooms.
Afraid of being seen, Ji Mingzhu covered the clay pot tightly to prevent the fragrance of the chicken soup from wafting out, and then put all the peaches and mushrooms into the basket, and covered it with a black cloth.
When he arrived at Ji Sanshuo's house, Wang Dachun was the only one in his house.
As soon as she entered the door, Ji Mingzhu greeted her with a smile and said, "Third grandma, have you had lunch?" It's
a pearl! I've already eaten, come in and sit. Although he didn't like Ji Mingzhu, he didn't stretch out his hand and didn't hit people with a smile, so Wang Dachun could only ask Ji Mingzhu to sit at home.
Ji Mingzhu also knew that Wang Dachun didn't like herself, so she didn't waste time chatting with Wang Dachun, put the basket on the table when she entered the door, took out the contents inside, and said:
"Third grandma, the rooster waste food fed by my family, I will kill it on Mingyu's birthday today, there is not much chicken soup, but we have been taken care of by the third grandmother's family, So no matter how little you have, you have to give some to the third grandmother to try it.
"Yo, that's so embarrassing!" said so, but Wang Dachun took the chicken soup with his hands and feet, for fear that the chicken soup would disappear if he slowed down in a second.
When he opened the jar and saw that there was more than half a jar of chicken soup in it, and a lot of chicken, Wang Dachun smiled even more happily, after all, if these chicken soups were saved, they would barely be enough for her family Ji Hong to eat several meals.
Ji Mingzhu didn't see Wang Dachun's movements, and only said: "Why am you embarrassed, don't say anything else, just say that the third grandmother, you are elders, and our juniors should be filial."
Pointing to peaches and mushrooms, Ji Mingzhu said again: "I also picked these peaches and mushrooms yesterday on the mountain, there are not many things, the third grandmother, you can take them and try them and add a dish."
There is a cheap advantage, Wang Dachun found that Ji Mingzhu was so pleasing to the eye for the first time, she smiled and said: "Mingzhu, you are really capable, unlike my Ji Hong, who can only eat, not cook." Having said that, Wang Dachun is very proud, her Ji Hong is a high school student, and she will be a city person in the future and eat commercial grain.
Ji Hong is Wang Dachun's eldest granddaughter, and she is about the same age as Ji Mingzhu, because Ji Hong is very similar to Wang Dachun and smart, so she is very favored by Wang Dachun.
Ji Mingzhu knew that it was all backword when parents said that their children were not good, so she said: "Third grandma, it's not good for you to say this, Sister Ji Hong is a rare high school student in our ten miles and eight villages, and she is a rare talent, but she will be a city person in the future, how can she be a hundred times stronger than us who dig in the soil."
Sure enough, as soon as Ji Mingzhu praised Ji Hong, Wang Dachun smiled so much that the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes deepened, but he still said modestly: "Where is it."
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✓ Life in 1967
Historical FictionAuthor: taro puff pastry Type: Crossing and rebirth When Ji Mingzhu was fifteen, his parents died early, his grandmother died, and his two younger brothers woke up after waiting to be fed. Ji Mingzhu found that he had actually woken up the memories...