Following Mr. Chen's back until he left the kitchen, Xiaoxi was stunned for a while before retracting his gaze and looking at Grandma Chen in confusion, "Mama, do we have a mold on the front of the house?"

Grandma Chen was also very disbelief and spread her hands, "I don't know, I've never used it at home."

"My grandfather said yes, then there must be. He never tells lies." Chen Yubin said seriously. Although he was very afraid of Mr. Chen's majesty, he knew that he was an honest person. If someone said his bad things, he would help refute it.

"I'll know when my grandfather comes back."...

"Give……"

Looking at a wooden guy on the chopping board, this... there is really a mold at home, why don't they know it all the time. The three people picked up the mold on the chopping board in surprise, passed it, stroked it, and looked at it.

"Master, this mold has been in a long time (when)? Why haven't I seen you use it before?" Xiaoxi came to his senses and asked in confusion.

This mold has never been used at first glance. Although it is well protected, it looks a bit old. It is also a bit rough in workmanship, but the surface is very smooth and it doesn't look like it has been waxed.

Years means the year.

Mr. Chen took the mold from Xiaoxi and stroked it lovingly, his eyes as if he was trapped in memories.

Looking at Mr. Chen's skillful movements, Xiaoxi understood that the smooth surface of the mold was played with. This is obvious to me.

"You should know this model." Old Master Chen said gently to Grandma Chen, his tone was a little melancholy.

Ah? Grandma Chen opened her eyes wide in disbelief and looked at him in confusion, "How can I know your things?"

Mr. Chen sighed, looking like "I know it", paused, and then he spoke slowly, "This mold is what I gave you when we were on a blind date..."

"Ah? This... has been so many years, and I... can't remember it." When talking about what happened when I was young, Grandma Chen's face turned red and her words were tied to a knot.

Only then did Mr. Chen take the mold and "tell the ancients" to his two grandchildren.

"I brought this mold back from Xinjiang..." I brought it back from Xinjiang, and it was a bit old.

"At that time, the letter sent from home said that he had told me a wife..." Speaking of this, Mr. Chen glanced at Grandma Chen with the corner of his eyes. The joy emitted from the inside out could even be felt by the stream.

After being glanced at by Mr. Chen, and his two grandsons were still in front of him. Although it had been decades, Mrs. Chen still felt embarrassed. She glanced at Mr. Chen, snatched Mr. Chen, snatched the mold from his hand in anger, and played with it absent-mindedly.

"Grandpa, tell me quickly, then?" Chen Yubin saw that Mr. Chen stopped talking and stared at Grandma Chen. He couldn't help but feel anxious and said loudly.

Xiaoxi had no choice but to hold his forehead, alas~ Such a good atmosphere, this... how to describe it, the atmosphere killer, the atmosphere terminator is better.

Mr. Chen came to his senses and glared at the Terminator with a stern face, then he spoke up unhappily and continued to "talk about the ancients".

The Terminator of the Atmosphere touched his head in a daze. What's wrong with him? He didn't mess with his grandfather. Why are he unhappy again and still glaring at him?

"At that time, my daughter-in-law was not as troublesome as it is now. It's fast. If you fall in love with it, you will get married directly. But this also requires a process. Everyone contacts each other and understands each other..."

"But I'm different again. At that time, I was still in the army, so I didn't have so much time to let the two of them get in touch. And the holidays are fixed every year, so I'm going back to a blind date, but I'm actually going home for marriage..."

"I asked for leave from the superiors, and thought, the first time I met your mother-in-law, I should give her a meeting gift. But what should I give? I don't have much money..."

"One of our comrades in the dormitory is from Jiangsu, and they are good at making pastries. Once we chatted in the dormitory and he said he missed the taste of home, so we asked him to tell him about the taste of his home..."

"He said he missed the snacks he made by (mom). Oh, I forgot how to describe them. Anyway, it tastes delicious and delicious. It made us all over the room, hiding in the quilt for the middle of the night, haha..."

Hearing this, thinking about the scene, the few people burst into laughter.

"I still clearly remember the loud sound of swallowing, haha..."

The whisper in the room made a few more decibels.

Sloth is saliva.

"Haha... Grandpa, how delicious is that?" Chen Yubin asked curiously.

"Actually, I don't know how delicious it is, because I haven't eaten it before. However, it was midnight at that time. I didn't know if I was hungry or what my comrade said. Anyway, I felt it was delicious as I listened to it, so I couldn't help but swallow my saliva..." Mr. Chen thought about it now, and he still thought that the pastry should be delicious, otherwise why would his comrades be so worried about it.

In fact, at that time, most children from poor families went to join the army. Just like Mr. Chen, it was because his family was poor since childhood and could not survive, so he became a soldier.

Therefore, Xiaoxi guessed that the situation in his comrade's house was similar. The reason why the pastries he said were not available on the ground was probably because he didn't eat them much at home, and he left thoughts in his heart, so he beautified.

Just like a stream, when I was a child in my previous life, I only ate fried crispy pork fruits or two a year, and I thought it was too delicious. But now, she felt that the meat was too fat, and the fruit was too dry and it was a lump of dough, and she felt that it was not as delicious as she remembered.

"So, I thought, I must eat the pastries he said. Moreover, I thought it was delicious, so... I wanted your mother-in-law to taste it too. I found my comrade-in-arms and asked him how he made it. He couldn't explain it clearly after a long time, but he remembered to use a mold..."

"Then I found a local fellow villager to change the wood and asked my comrades to teach me how to do it. I made this..." Mr. Chen pointed to the mold in Grandma Chen's hand.

"Grandpa, then what did you use to exchange for?" Xiaoxi was more curious about this.

"Oh, talking about this..." Mr. Chen slapped his face, half annoyed and half excited (I don't know if it's mixed with other emotions) and said: "Just like this small piece of wood, it took me several months to pay. I didn't see any good wood. However, I did take some effort to get it when I was molded at that time. Another thing is that after so many years, it has not broken at all, and it becomes brighter and brighter. It feels like it is good, hehe..."

Xiaoxi took the mold from Grandma Chen's hand and looked around several times. She... couldn't see what material it was (please forgive her for not having enough knowledge), but she could still feel that it was a good material.

This mold secretly exudes a soft luster, fine lines, and a little bit of a hand-pressed hand.

Mr. Chen never told her about these things, and it was the first time she heard them. It seemed that she had given her something, but...

"Grandpa, what about going on?" Chen Yubin pulled Mr. Chen's sleeve, looking forward to what will happen next.

"I hurriedly finished carving this mold, and it was almost time to go home, so I didn't find anyone to wax it. The main reason was that I didn't have much money at that time. When I came back to meet with my parents, I always had to buy something, so I'm sorry to put on empty hand..."

"I found a piece of sandpaper myself, and took it out and grind it a few times when I had nothing to do. I was still grinding it until I got on the train. During the days on the train, I never left the mold except for eating and going to the bathroom. It was not until I got home that the mold was roughly ground..."

"On the day of the blind date... we all live in a bunch of people, and we all know each other, but your mother-in-law and the others are young, so they are not very familiar with each other. I didn't know until I went back that I knew it was her. After that, they asked me to transfer to your mother-in-law and I to go outside..."

"The old house where your parents live is your ancestors. After the talks, my mother-in-law and I came out. I took out a mold from the sleeves and gave it to her, saying it was a gift for her..."

Zuzu is the parents of grandparents.

"So..." Mr. Chen raised his eyebrows, his eyes slanted to Grandma Chen, and pointed at him with his index finger, "Your mother-in-law, you don't accept favors. He knocked out the things in my hand, turned around and ran back to the house, leaving me alone standing there, I don't know why he messed with her." He also hummed, looking at Grandma Chen, as if he wanted her to give an answer.

Grandma Chen was also very confused. It has been so many years. If Mr. Chen hadn't mentioned it today, she wouldn't have known that this would happen. She could only shake her head, but she really couldn't remember it.

It was winter when I was on a blind date. Mr. Chen put the mold in his sleeves and brought some of his body temperature. Moreover, in winter, if he didn't burn the fire, did not work, and put his hands outside, the temperature would be a little low.

In fact, Grandma Chen blushed at that time, because she lowered her head, and Mr. Chen's attention was on the mold that was about to be sent out, so she didn't notice it.

Grandma Chen was very shy and panicked when she received something from a strange man (actually not unfamiliar. Although she knew each other, she was almost the same).

However, thinking that it was about to be the other side of the future, I forced myself to suppress my inner fear and stretched out my slender and white right hand in a pretty way, ready to take the mold.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I touched it, my fingers were "burned" by the strange temperature. I waved my hand unconsciously (in the eyes of Mr. Chen, it was taken on purpose), and ran back to the house shyly.

I don’t know if it was because of my shyness that my hands were a little strong, or if Mr. Chen didn’t hold it firmly, the carefully crafted and polished mold fell to the ground gorgeously.

Grandma Chen didn't look back and just ran back in a panic, so she didn't even notice that the mold was knocked out.
Chapter completed!