The siesta is fragrant, and the mobile phone has been prompting to have information to view.
Some anger took the phone and slid it away, and my eldest brother's son sent multiple WeChat messages in a row:
Ergu, ergu, my pickles are finished, please courier, please courier!
Ergu, ergu, please answer! Please answer when received!
I was in this mood and was so angry that I returned to him:
Your second sister has gone to The West Heaven Elysium and there are no pickles!
If in front of me, I would definitely kick him twice.
As soon as the mobile phone is lit, a red packet is transferred: eight hundred yuan. Immediately followed by a message:
You charter a plane to charter high-speed rail, eight hundred yuan over there is a lot of hundreds of millions, right? Hurry back and make us pickles for another fifty years, and then you go again, and the cost is still out of me.
I laughed out of the duck bark, swept away my anger, and transferred the WeChat chat history into the group. Words, voices, laughter again.
For the sake of the red packet, to prepare pickles for him, but also to go to the courier.
We Sichuanese like to eat kimchi, pickles, eat rice, porridge, noodles, and like the kind of pickles made from homemade crisp, refreshing, spicy and fragrant local ingredients in the season.
People's talents are martial arts, literature, and other skills, and I am out of this point, making pickles. Any ingredient, after processing, they like food, the production process, the proportion of spices written to them, made but difficult to swallow. After a few failures, their pickles were contracted by me.
Younger brothers and sisters also said, what do I do what they eat, do not dare to mention the conditions, the next generation will not talk about martial arts, eat some food.
The eldest brother's son only eats knife beans, the younger brother's daughter only eats carrots, my sister's daughter eats white radish, and my son wants artichoke. The eldest brother's son is the most sensible: Second sister, you have worked hard, I am not picky, not as ignorant as they are, you give me a bag. [Cover your face] [Cover your face] [Cover your face] A mouthful of old blood almost snatched out of your mouth!
While scolding them, I went to buy the ingredients they wanted, handle, wash, and cool. After the finished product, call them to get it, and those who are not in Nanchong have to be couriered. It is still more troublesome, tired will scold them: Lao Tzu owes you in his last life, he owes you, believe it or not, I will kill you bitterly under a little yellow in it...
But sometimes I ask them: Have you finished eating the pickles? The group will make a list of me again like morning reports, and I really want to slap myself. Curse yourself:, excess physical strength.
The son said, Mom, you have this achievement, must carry forward, we do not eat, you have no sense of market and achievement, should establish a reward system, who eats more, send us red envelopes. I suspect that this son was held by the hospital at that time, and it was definitely not his own child.
Today received three couriers, mooncakes, and a set of skin care products, a set of pajamas. Surely there will be, the children will ventilate to buy me something, so that they do not buy heavy samples, so early wish me a happy Mid-Autumn Festival!
Warm in heart, we are relatives in this life. My brothers and sisters, my sons, my nephews and nieces, my family, they are my guardians in this life, my dependence. With their love, I can be willful.
I love my family!