Zhulan was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was calling herself. She only remembered but had no sound. She really didn't know who the sound was. She hurriedly went downstairs to see that the person came was Yang Wuchun, the eldest son of the original eldest brother Yang Zhushan, who was already twenty-three years old.

"Wu Chun is you, why are you here?"

Yang Wuchun tied the cow and moved things from the ox cart, "Aunt, have I gone to the south to run a marches? I met Chen Bu who had dealt with the past years in the cloth shop in the south. I was thinking that the third brother Wu Dong-Sixth Liu should say kissing, so I bought more and let me bring some milk to you."

Zhulan looked at her big burden. Is it because she was wrong about some understanding?

Wu Chun continued to move things from the ox cart, "Mi was worried that my aunt was in poor health, so she brought a basket of eggs to replenish her, and asked me to send me a message not to be reluctant to eat it."

Zhulan listened blankly, feeling sad and a little jealous of her original body. Her modern parents did not treat her badly, but she would not care about everything.

When I saw that there were a lot of things on the ground, most of them were eaten, which were used to nourish the body and were good for the body.

Zhou Shuren patted Zhulan's hand and smiled and walked forward, "Wu Chun, stop busy, come in for dinner."

Zhulan, "Yes, come in and have a meal, what about the dumpling soup made at noon!"

Wu Chun was surprised that the aunt's family had three meals. She wiped the sweat and was not polite, "I'll go wash my face."

Zhulan hurriedly called Li, "Go and fry some eggs."

Li's eyes finally moved away from the cloth and asked in a low voice, "How many sautés do you like?"

Zhulan paused. How could she know how many eggs were enough for a plate of her? She was recalling her memory in her whole body. It seemed that she had never fried eggs. This was difficult. Too little to be enough for a plate of her.

Zhou Shuren twitched the corners of his mouth and lit eight bamboo orchids, "eight."

Li's eyes were about to stand out, eight? The mother-in-law didn't dare to say anything, and went to cook with ease.

After returning to the main hall, Zhou Shuren personally served Wu Chun with a dumpling soup, "Drink dumpling soup at noon and stew the little hen at night. Today, we must stay with us and our father-in-law to have a cup of it."

Wu Chun was a little flattered and took the bowl carefully. He felt that his uncle was approachable for the first time when he grew up. Could it be that he had been out for too long or was he the way he came back was wrong?

He prefers his uncle who was holding before. Now he is cautious and replied carefully, "I'll go back after dinner. I'm waiting for me to go back!"

Zhou Shuren calmed down his enthusiasm and started to pick it up again, thinking to himself, "Well, go back and give me a voice to the old man."

Wu Chun felt comfortable in an instant. This was the familiar uncle, "Oh."

Zhulan looked real, "..."

This time I really don’t dare to break up my character. These people are too familiar with the couple, and it’s really uncomfortable to be trapped in the character.

Zhulan carefully asked about her parents' situation while irritating. She knew that the family was so easy to find, and Li's egg came up, and she took Li to prepare for the gift.

There are no rare things at home, so I am willing to go back. I picked some good vegetables from Zhulan and put half a jar of Li’s newly pickled pickles. Li’s pickles taste good and can be taken out.

Zhulan still felt that returning gifts was too simple, and she couldn't help but count the days. She hoped that Sanya Wang Ru would do something quickly. The novel has a wide variety of vegetables, all for Wang Ru. Wang Ru is a food internet celebrity. She can't eat and cook, but she didn't make things easy in ancient times and could not drool after thinking about it.

Li was very proud of her cooking skills. Seeing that her mother-in-law treated the pickles as a gift, she straightened her waist, "Mom, it's already autumn. Should the other pickles be pickled?"

Bamboo orchid, “………………”

Fortunately, I have memories, otherwise I would have been so panicked that she wouldn't understand at all!
Chapter completed!