Yan's steamed buns are big, white, soft and fragrant.
The aroma that comes out of the steamed buns when they are freshly baked is very appealing.
Yan Yu has been waiting for this moment.
She didn't mind the heat, so she blew it and swallowed it whole.
Yan Laoer smiled and watched his daughter chewing the steamed buns without stopping.
He knew that this extra meal before the meal would not affect her dinner. The daughter gradually became a big eater, and the food she ate was converted into strength. She should not say it, but she also had a sense of accomplishment.
Every bit of strength comes for a reason, fed little by little by their parents. As long as they change their thoughts, they feel quite at ease.
“Dabao, get some for those boys too.” Yan Laoer picked out a dustpan of steamed buns and handed them to Yan Yu.
Yan Yu nodded, quickly popped another one into his mouth, and left the kitchen biting it.
With a glance, the Wei brothers quickly followed.
Handing the dustpan to Wei San, Yan Yu took half a bun from his mouth and chewed it slowly.
“Now! Eat!”
Several hands reached into the dustpan at the same time.
The Wei brothers devoured it and described it no better than Yan Yu.
The secretion of saliva intensifies the sweetness of wheat aroma.
“It’s so delicious. Why are your steamed buns so fragrant!” Wei Qi said while eating.
Wei San, Wei Si and Wei Liu nodded in succession.
Agree with this statement.
At this time, everything that was unruly, unruly, and thorny disappeared.
Looking at Yan Xiaoer, who had bullied them in the past, they felt much more pleasing to the eye.
Children's likes and dislikes are so simple, and they become soft when they eat other people's mouths.
“Of course the dough kneaded with milk is delicious.” Yan Yu explained their doubts.
“Chew more, the more you chew, the more delicious it will be.” Yan Yu reached out and took out another steamed bun, demonstrating.
“How can you eat so well?” Wei Si asked.
Yan Yu raised his eyebrows. He had only been here a few days and already he had learned the Guanzhou dialect? Unfortunately it's not very authentic.
“Wei Xiaoqi can’t eat it either.” Yan Yu avoided the important and took the easy.
Wei Xiaoqi nodded and shook his head: "I have been observing you for several days. You can eat better than me. No wonder you are stronger than me."
Yan Yu's strength is extremely eye-catching. They were training together in the military camp, so it was naturally visible.
But everyone in Xiaoanying was accustomed to it, and they were too embarrassed to make a fuss, so they only discussed it in private.
“What can you do if you are born with it?” Yan Yu said arrogantly.
Only Wei Xiaoqi nodded in agreement. The other three people looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't say a word. They just bit the buns more fiercely.
“Your father actually knows how to cook?” Wei Liu was surprised.
Yan Yu said proudly: "Not only can he make it, he can also make it very well. This big steamed bun is delicious, right? The braised pork in the evening is my father's specialty! Eat less, so as not to be hungry later. ”
“Xiaoer, does your father cook at home every day?” Wei Xiaoqi accidentally asked what was on his mind.
Yan Yu's eyes were full of vigilance. Why, you kid still want to come to my house every day to eat?
"How is this possible when dad is so busy!" She blocked this brat's thoughts with just one sentence.
…
The table was set out in the yard for dinner as usual.
Yan Laoer's braised pork, which was kept warm in a large casserole, attracted the attention of the Wei brothers as soon as it was served.
As I ate, I cleverly learned to eat from behind.
Where Yan Xiaoer’s chopsticks fell, their chopsticks fell. Not to mention, it feels really good to be able to taste all kinds of delicious food without using your brain.
Especially rushing to eat meat, hiccup! It smells better.
How can Yan Yu be the one who can be snatched from the table?
She puffed out her cheeks and stared at them intently.
Wherever the chopsticks go, wind and clouds swirl.
The little mouth keeps chopping up, I hate it! The speed of chewing with her teeth limited her performance.
But it doesn’t matter, the final winner will only be her!
As time went by, the Wei brothers gradually fell into decline, and they really couldn't bear it anymore.
Yan Yu became happy and winked at them.
You guys, I can’t bear to eat it!
…
The Wei brothers returned to the military camp with round bellies.
“The waiter is not bragging, her father’s cooking is really delicious.”
“It’s much more delicious than what our cook makes!”
“Brothers, have you heard this? The eldest daughter of the Yan family is getting engaged on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year. They are going to set up a banquet and General Yan will be in charge.”
“Well, let’s come back on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.”
“We should stay at Yan’s house that day.”
A few people were silent.
There's no point regretting this. It's already like this. We can't tell others that they want to live in Yan's house because they are greedy for meat.
"From now on...let's be nicer to Yan Xiaoer?" Wei Liu suggested in a low voice.
Wei Xiaoqi muttered: "How do you calculate it? If they eat well and sleep well, we can't beat them in a fight."
Wei Si suddenly said: "Xiao Qi, lend your knife to Yan Xiaoer for a look."
It can only be said that children's senses are more sensitive. They have long seen that Yan Xiaoer cares about Wei Qi's knife.
Wei Xiaoqi hesitated again and again, "Borrow it, I'll borrow it if Yan Xiaoer comes." He couldn't help but asked: "Does this mean we can go to Yan's house for dinner? I don't lend my knife to anyone, she wants to lend it to me. Knife, you have to let me go to her house for dinner.”
Children’s wishes are simple and unpretentious.
Just for one bite.
…
The Wei brothers didn't know that Yan Xiaoer no longer wanted to borrow the knife.
Yan Laoer cared about his child, so he sent the iron lump disguised as meteorite to the sandsmith early in the morning.
Unexpectedly, at night, the blacksmith came knocking on the Yan family's courtyard door.
Hug the iron lump back again.
"It's not that I don't want to fight, I'm really afraid of ruining it." Blacksmith Sha could not help but rub the shiny natural ore with his rough hands, and said with emotion: "Meteorite is rare, I have never seen one in my life. , I just heard that when your family sent this ore, they said it was meteorite. At that time, I just believed it and didn’t believe it. I also thought that you had been deceived..."
"I didn't expect it to be real. I only burned a little of this ore and meteorite iron and poured it into the mold for casting arrowheads. I thought I would give it a try. Look, look, this arrowhead is more durable than ordinary iron arrowheads. It's sharp and strong. I forged it with all my strength a hundred times before it deformed slightly. This... this is really good iron!" Blacksmith Sha was excited and incoherent: "My craftsmanship is not worthy of it, I can't, I can't!"
“There is also this picture that Lady Yan gave me.” Blacksmith Sha carefully took it out from his pocket, unfolded it layer by layer, and handed it over. "I can barely make such a blade with ordinary iron. I can't make it with meteorite iron, for fear of destroying the material and the knife."
Li Xuemei looked at the picture and said, "Blacksmith Sha, I forgot to tell you that we want to change this picture again."
Sha Blacksmith asked smoothly: "Where to change it?"
“Here on the blade, make it thicker.” Li Xuemei pointed to the spot she originally marked.
Yan Laoer said quickly: "Yes, make it thicker and not so sharp. The epee has no edge. Well, the knife is already heavy, so it doesn't need to be so sharp. Lao Sha, take a look, will it be easier to manage after this modification?"
"We all know your craftsmanship, Lao Sha. It's okay! The meteorite is just a gimmick. It doesn't matter if it falls from the sky or is dug out of the ground. You can just fight as usual. Fight however you want. The pictures don’t all need to be the same, just hit them when they are strong.” (End of this chapter)