"Gu, Sister Shumei." Gu Sanmei shouted with a smile.
Sun Shumei, who opened the door, paused, hurriedly concealed the expression on her face, and shouted happily: "Brother A Dong, Xiao Xi! Come in quickly, Mom, it's my cousin and Xiao Xi who are here."
Gu Xiuxiu came out of the house and smiled when she saw them: "You didn't say anything before you came. Come in and sit down. You have to stay here for lunch today. Auntie will prepare delicious food for you."
"Okay, I miss the pickled cabbage vermicelli made by my aunt." Gu Sanmei said cheerfully.
Gu Xiuxiu agreed: "This is not easy. We have pickled cabbage and vermicelli at home. I can make them for you as much as you like."
Looking back, he saw Gu Mingdong taking things out of the bamboo basket, and said hurriedly: "You're here as soon as you come, why do you bring so many things?"
"The production team has divided the meat. Our family has a lot, so I will bring you a piece to try." Gu Mingdong said with a smile, "This is a pig I raised myself. It is guaranteed to taste better than the ones bought outside."
Sun Shumei was amused: "Can there be something bad about pork?"
Gu Xiuxiu took a look and said, "Don't tell me, the pigs raised by Adong are really fat. They are all white. It's not easy to buy such fat pork now."
"A Dong is so awesome. He raises pigs fatter than others."
Gu Mingxi had pride on his face: "Auntie, you don't know, now everyone in the production team praises my brother for his ability to raise pigs, and the town even awarded him the title of Little Pig Raising Expert. Just for this, Captain I also gave my eldest brother a pig's head as a reward, and the meat from the pig's head is delicious."
Hearing this, Gu Xiuxiu was even more surprised: "This is great, A Dong will be successful right away."
"Hey, if your parents knew it, they would definitely be proud of you."
After saying that, he picked up the piece of meat and said with a smile: "Just in time for you to stew sauerkraut."
Rarely, Sun Guodong's voice came from inside: "Is A Dong here?"
"No, this kid is very polite and even brought meat and vegetables."
Sun Guodong shouted again: "Cook more dishes at noon so that the children can have a good meal."
Although it sounded a little out of breath, it was much better than before when he was silent.
Seeing this, Gu Mingdong asked in a low voice: "Is uncle still unwilling to see people?"
Gu Xiuxiu's face darkened: "Hey, he has such a stubborn temper and is always afraid of others laughing at him."
Gu Mingdong suggested: "Why don't you get a wheelchair for your uncle? It's not a problem to lie like this all day long. You can still go out for a walk in a wheelchair."
Sun Shumei interrupted and said, "My dad doesn't want to go out."
There are no serious wheelchairs these days, just a chair to push around. Sun Guodong is the most shameless person, how can he go out like this.
Gu Xiuxiu comforted her: "Forget it, just wait a little longer. Your uncle is much better now. When he doesn't feel uncomfortable anymore, he will be willing to go out and have a look."
Several people were chatting lively. As soon as Gu Mingdong walked in, he noticed something was wrong with the expression on Sun Shumei's face. When Gu Sanmei followed Gu Xiuxiu into the kitchen to work, he grabbed Sun Shumei.

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The Buddhist Cannon Fodder of Seventies [MTL]
General FictionIn the last days, Gu Mingdong became the best piece of period literature The original owner starved to death during the famine years, leaving three younger siblings as cannon fodder. He himself lost his leg and became a stepping stone for the hero a...