The 1970s army wife is busy farming

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Chapter 11 Give me one

Lin Ansu wiped away the sweat and said nonchalantly: "What does this mean? I have a strong skin."

Although he said this, he couldn't help but feel a little happy in his heart.

This was the first time his sister had expressed concern for him so openly since she had a falling out with the family.

Lin Yunxi glanced at her tough-talking brother, and then quickly walked into the bedroom. When she came out, she had a cloth bag in her hand, which was bulging with stuff.

Then she went to the kitchen, took six large meat buns, wrapped them in oil paper, and put them into cloth bags.

"Bring you something to eat. Remember to finish the buns as soon as possible so they don't go bad." Lin Yunxi tied the bag to the car seat and warned.

Lin Ansu froze on the spot, with a look of disbelief on his face. His sister had never ignored him these days. Why did the sun come out in the west today?

Not only did he take the initiative to care about him, but he also brought him food rations. From the smell, they should be meat buns.

Lin Yunxi looked at the stupid little brother in front of her, clicked her tongue twice, reached out and patted him: "Aren't you in a hurry to go to school? Why are you still standing there?"

"Oh." Lin Ansu came to his senses and rode his bicycle away in a daze. He didn't even hear the people he knew on the road say hello.

Twenty minutes later, Lin Ansu parked his bicycle in the parking shed and walked to the dormitory carrying the bag of things his sister had given him.

He bumped it up casually. Not to mention, it was quite heavy.

"Su Zi, you came a little late today."

When Lin Ansu came in, his roommate Zhao Qian sat on his bed and teased him.

Lin Ansu put down his things, hugged his neck like a good friend and pressed down: "Go, your home is only a short distance from the school."

The two had a quarrel for a while, which ended with Zhao Qian unilaterally admitting defeat.

"Wait a minute, did any of you bring meat buns? This is too delicious." Zhao Qian sniffed and looked around.

Hearing this, Lin Ansu cursed secretly. He could smell it even if it was wrapped so tightly. He was indeed a recognized foodie.

"Mine." He opened the package and started taking things out bit by bit.

Several other people in the dormitory slowly gathered around Lin Ansu's bed, smelling the fragrance in the air.

Lin Ansu couldn't care about his roommates at the moment. He smelled the scent of the big meat buns all the way, and he was so greedy.

Lin Ansu had cornmeal pancakes with pickles for lunch, and he rode for such a long time.

The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy had a big appetite and digested quickly. By now he was so hungry that his chest was touching his back.

When the package was opened, the first thing to see was the steamed buns wrapped in oil paper, each one white and chubby.

It looks like a pagoda, and even the pleats on the bun look like they were copied.

If you count them carefully, you will definitely find that each bun has the most standard 15 pleats, which shows how skilled the person who makes the buns is.

The moment I took it out, the fragrance lingered throughout the dormitory.

Lin Ansu and the roommates couldn't help but swallow, followed by two packages of snacks: one package of sesame cakes and one package of mung bean cakes.