summer fireworks

Yan Shu noticed that Grandma Song looked at her differently.

Sitting at the door changing her shoes, she felt that Grandma Song seemed to be smiling very kindly today.

Yan Shu couldn't help but become more nervous, pursed his lips, and worried that the lipstick he had just put on would be lost, making him look listless.

"Have you bought New Year's goods?"

Grandma Song took the shopping bag from Song Zhilin's hand, opened it with a smile on her face, and looked at it. She is getting old, and she doesn't want to go out to join in the fun anymore. She told Song Zhilin before that when she buys new year's goods, she will buy one for her up.

"I've bought it," Song Zhilin put the salted duck and cured meat chicken in the cupboard, "After two days of the annual meeting, we will have a holiday for the New Year."

"Okay," Grandma Song was talking to Song Zhilin, but she kept looking at Yan Shu, "It's Chinese New Year, I'll give you fried meatballs to eat."

Yan Shu changed into her slippers, two fluffy ones, stepping on the wooden floor as if stepping on clouds.

She walked up to Grandma Song and called softly, "Grandma."

Be as good as a rabbit.

Grandma Song nodded repeatedly, the more she looked at Yan Shu, the more obedient she became.

Yan Shu became even more nervous when she saw her, and she held the shopping bag in front of Grandma Song: "Grandma, we bought new year's goods, and I'll help you post couplets later... There are a few window grilles missing, can you please cut them?" What about it?"

As soon as the words fell, Yan Shu felt regretful.

Why did she tell Grandma Song that there were not enough window grilles as soon as she came?

They went to buy new year's goods on purpose, but they still bought less things. Doesn't this mean that they are not careful?

Grandma Song didn't mind at all when she heard her words.

She said with a smile: "Okay, I'm short, I'll show you later."

Grandma Song has been able to cut window grilles since she knew how to hold scissors, and she was able to cut out various patterns to subsidize the family when she was a teenager. After decades, the window grilles she cuts now are naturally more delicate and interesting.

Yan Shu finished counting the number, and there was a total of three window grilles short.

Grandma Song picked up the scissors and greeted Song Zhilin: "You and me one by one, and then teach Xiaoyan to cut one."

Yan Shu was flattered, she was clumsy and had never been good at handwork, so Grandma Song didn't take much trouble teaching her to cut window grilles.

Grandma Song really taught by hand. Although her hands were calloused, they were still very dexterous. A piece of red paper flew over her hand, and soon turned into a lucky character with exquisite patterns.

Yan Shu was amazed when he saw it, and then looked at Song Zhilin. Although the cut out was not as complicated as Grandma Song's, it was still a beautiful blessing character.

Yan Shu held his own red paper, not knowing where to start.

Song Zhilin took the red paper from her hand and said, "I'll do it."

Yan Shu subconsciously wanted to say that he wanted to teach me, why did you come here, but immediately thought that Grandma Song was still sitting next to her, if she said that directly, wouldn't it appear that she was always bullying Song Zhilin?

Grandma Song couldn't see how careful she was, and said to Song Zhilin, "Let Xiaoyan cut it for fun."

Song Zhilin folded the red paper into four, drew patterns on it with a pencil, and said innocently, "I'll help her draw it first."

Grandma Song slapped her forehead: "Look at me, I forgot, I just wanted to draw when I first cut."

Both she and Song Zhilin have been cutting window grilles for many years, so naturally there is no need to draw the patterns one by one before cutting, but Yan Shu is a novice who has just started learning to cut window grilles, so of course it is more convenient to draw and then cut.

After Song Zhilin finished drawing the pattern, she handed it to Yan Shu. Yan Shu had a strong ability to imagine space, and he knew what it would look like at a glance.

This is also a character "Fu", which is very similar to the character "Fu" that Song Zhilin cut out, but it is much simpler.

Yan Shu was full of confidence, as long as he cut along the pencil strokes, he would be able to cut it out.

As soon as she cut the scissors, the red paper was cut into two pieces.

Yan Shu: "..."

She heard Song Zhilin chuckle, her face flushed with shame, and she heard Grandma Song say: "Song Zhilin, don't laugh at Xiaoyan."

After all, Grandma Song looked at Yan Shu seriously: "When Zhilin first started cutting, she often did this, it's normal."

Yan Shu looked at her in surprise, would Song Zhilin do the same?She thinks that Song Zhilin's hands are very skillful, as can be seen from the science class models she did for her.

Song Zhilin drew another pattern for her and said, "Grandma, I was only five years old at that time."

Yan Shu's face turned redder.

She carefully picked up the scissors and vowed to succeed this time.

The scissors made two turns on the paper, clicked, and failed again smoothly.

Yan Shu looked at the red paper on the table, a little suspicious of life.

Song Zhilin suppressed a smile, took the spare red paper, and said while drawing patterns: "It's okay, I'll help you draw a simpler one."

Yan Shu quickly got this "simpler" pattern, and it was really simple. There were only a few pencil marks on it, and it could be cut out at a glance!

But... the finished product seems to be a frame within a frame, which is not particularly good-looking.

Just as she was about to say something, Song Zhilin stopped her words.

"Cut it off, I don't think it looks good."

Yan Shu became more careful, holding the scissors, and cut the paper almost bit by bit. She held her breath, lest a hand tremble, and cut the red paper into pieces again.

After 15 minutes, Yan Shu finally cut out this extremely simple window grille, and everyone at the table breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Shu cheered, took the window grilles they cut out, and said, "I'm going to take a photo!"

She took the window grill to take pictures on the bay window. Seeing Yan Shu gradually walking away, Grandma Song approached Song Zhilin, frowning and asking in a low voice:

"Zhilin, do you often bully Xiaoyan at home?"

When Song Zhilin heard this, she immediately cried out: "No way, she bullied me."

"How could it be?" Grandma Song glanced at her, "Xiaoyan looks so good."

Song Zhilin smiled and stopped talking.

It's a good thing that grandma likes Yan Shu. Besides, Yan Shu longs for family warmth so much. This kind of warmth is different from love. She can't give it to Yan Shu. If grandma likes Yan Shu, then Yan Shu can feel the real family warm up.

After Yan Shu took the photo, he happily asked, "Shall we post couplets?"

"Okay, you guys go post couplets," Grandma Song stood up, "I'm going to steam rice, do you want to eat glutinous rice chicken at noon? I also stewed beef brisket in the morning, stewed with radish, and I can eat it later."

"Wow, it's all my favorite food!"

Yan Shu was even happier, grabbed the couplet from the shopping bag, and said impatiently, "Let's go."

Song Zhilin and she pasted the couplets on the gate together. After pasting the couplets, the two of them started pasting the window grilles again.

Song Zhilin's house is relatively large, with many windows, and it takes a lot of effort to stick them one by one, and the living room has a full-length floor-to-ceiling glass window.

Grandma Song is an old-fashioned person, and this row of glass windows has to be pasted with window grilles. They just finished half of the pasting when they smelled the tempting aroma of beef brisket from the kitchen.

"Hungry." Yan Shu muttered.

Song Zhilin took the window grille in her hand, put it on the bay window, and said, "Then let's go eat first."

In the restaurant, grandma was bringing out a pot of stewed beef brisket with radish. The soup was golden, and the radish was soaked in the soup and it became very pleasant.

Song Zhilin quickly put the heat-insulating placemat away, and said, "Let me stir-fry vegetables, grandma, sit down for a while."

Grandma Song sat down as she said. Hearing what Song Zhilin said, she was in a good mood.

"I washed the greens and put them in the pool. You can fry them directly. There is still soup on the stove, so just serve it out later."

Yan Shu immediately stood up when he heard the words: "I'm going to serve the soup."

She walked briskly into the kitchen, and Song Zhilin had already started cooking.

She drained the water from the cabbage and poured it into the oil-heated pot. She watched the cabbage sizzling and soaked in the oil, and then stir-fried it a few times. A smoky white aroma.

Seeing that grandma had stewed the soup, Song Zhilin took a spoonful of the soup and poured it into the pot to bring out the umami.

She fried the green vegetables, turned off the fire, and walked out of the kitchen with a plate. Yan Shu followed her, wearing heat-resistant gloves, and holding a pot of soup.

Song Zhilin put the green vegetables on the dining table, waited for Yan Shu to put down the soup, and then sat down with her, ready to start eating.

On the table, there are rich contents, such as stewed beef brisket with radish, refreshing keel corn soup, and green vegetables, all of which are home-cooked dishes made by ourselves.

Holding the bowl, Yan Shu couldn't wait to pick up a piece of radish. The soft and rotten taste was paired with the fully flavored soup, not beef is better than beef.

The hot dishes are rustic and taste like home, completely different from the chefs in Juxianlou.

Yan Shu ate with big mouthfuls, feeling his heart and stomach warming up.

Grandma Song looked at her with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

The glutinous rice chicken wrapped by Grandma Song is delicious and fragrant, and it lifts people's spirits as soon as they are opened.

Grandma Song opened the glutinous rice chicken, and gave Yan Shu a spoonful first.

"Xiaoyan try grandma's handicraft."

Yan Shu held the bowl and ate a big mouthful of glutinous rice chicken. He was immediately overwhelmed by the sweet and salty taste. The glutinous rice was soft and sweet, rolling gently on the tip of the tongue, mixed with small pieces of chicken, and the fragrance of zong leaves , Yan Shu couldn't stop eating.

"good to eat!"

Yan Shu repeatedly praised: "It's delicious!"

This is the feeling of home, right?Yan Shu thought while eating glutinous rice chicken, the family sat around, eating dishes made by themselves, sharing delicious food with each other, chatting about interesting things that happened in life, everything is warm.

Yan Shu agreed to Grandma Song's words, and before he knew it, his eyes felt hot.

Song Zhilin saw that the corners of her eyes were slightly red, and knew that she must be thinking about family matters again, so she gave her a chopstick of green vegetables, and said, "Try my cooking too."

Yan Shu's mouth was filled with glutinous rice, and he looked like a little hamster, extremely cute.

She immediately forgot the little worry just now, and looked at Song Zhilin with wide eyes, wondering if this person was jealous of her grandma...

However, Song Zhilin looked at her very seriously, waiting for her evaluation.

Yan Shu swallowed the glutinous rice in his mouth, tasted the green vegetables, and replied with a smile: "It's delicious too."