Chapter 137: was touched

Chapter 137 was moved

Zhang Meilian raised her hand and patted Yu Xinyan on the shoulder: "That's right, there was something at home before, and I never came to thank you. I heard that you have started school, so I prepared some useful things for you."

Yu Xinyan was a little embarrassed: "You are really too polite, there is really no need to be like this."

While speaking, she arrived in front of the small courtyard where Yu Xinyan lived. Seeing her father waiting there, Zhao Jianlan ran over with a smile: "Dad."

When Zhao Huaiqing saw his daughter, his face was full of smiles.

Zhang Meilian introduced with a smile: "This is my lover Zhao Huaiqing, you can call him Uncle Zhao."

Yu Xinyan didn't know Zhao Huaiqing, and she had no memory of this person in her previous life, so she called him obediently: "Hello, Uncle Zhao."

Zhao Huaiqing smiled and nodded at Yu Xinyan.

The gate was opened, people were invited into the courtyard, and they were seen moving things down from the cart: "Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhang, why did you bring so many things here?"

Zhang Meilian helped carry things down: "This stove was used by us before, and it has been idle. I know that before Mr. Gong left, he gave away all the things in the yard. If you just need it, I will give it to you." coming."

Yu Xinyan saw that there were still briquettes in the car, so she was really warmed up.

They helped to put away the briquettes they brought. Before Zhao Huaiqing came, he borrowed a briquette from someone else’s coal stove, and now the stove can be used directly.

After helping to move other things into the house, Zhang Meilian said: "Okay, I'll ask Uncle Zhao to buy you a few buns. You can eat a bite, and we'll leave first."

Yu Xinyan watched the family of three walk away, and then turned around and entered the house. In addition to about two catties of white flour, there were also ten eggs, a bag of salt, a bag of brown sugar, and four large steamed buns that were still warm. It's a big deal.

The most important thing is the second-hand stove that I sent. I really needed it, and I sent so many briquettes.

As soon as she put her things in place, she heard someone talking outside, and she looked up and saw Jiao Sini: "Sister-in-law."

Jiao Sini is not polite: "Xinyan, come and pick up my sister-in-law."

Yu Xinyan trotted forward quickly: "Sister-in-law, you guys, let me"

Before she could say the polite words, Jiao Sini interrupted her: "Before you were at Mr. He's house, I didn't come to the door. Now you have moved out to live by yourself. Naturally, I have to help you. If it wasn't you, my Wen Sheng's life would have been lost, and our family will always remember your kindness."

Yu Xinyan didn't even know what to say.

Jiao Sini put down the pannier: "Don't be disgusted, they are all worthless things."

In the back basket, there are ground yellow rice noodles, corn flour, bean noodles, and about two catties of millet. Although there are not many, there are quite a few samples, as well as shallots, leeks and zucchini grown at home.

What Yu Xinyan didn't expect was that there was a small iron pot with two ears at the bottom. It was not big, but it was enough for her to cook alone.

As for the Zhao family sending things, at least the Zhao family and his wife are both cadres and have high wages, but in Jiao Sini’s family, only her husband Wu Xingwang works to earn wages. It is said that the family also has four children to support.

Yu Xinyan was really moved: "Sister-in-law, really"

Jiao Sini patted Yu Xinyan's arm: "You know the situation at my house. I borrowed this small iron pot from my mother's house. When the old man left a few days ago, I also came over and bought it from here. I hugged a blanket and went back, knowing that there is nothing left in this courtyard."

(end of this chapter)

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