Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

It was snowing heavily in Kyoto at the end of November.

The bustling capital is covered in silver and decorated with lanterns and festoons. The New Year has not yet arrived, but the flavor of the New Year has already overflowed.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when Yan Huai returned to the villa, it was already dark, and there were warm lights in the villa.

The car stopped in front of the court and climbed up the cleaned marble slab steps. Before entering the hall, I heard a faint voice from inside.

Meng Jingxian was sitting on the retro sofa and was on the phone.

Wearing a long beige woolen coat and a gold velvet jasper cheongsam, she has a soft smile on her fair side.

"...Grandma tried it, it's really delicious, the rice cakes are firm and fragrant, the sugar rings are crispy, and the fried fish tastes just right, it can be used as a snack or as a dish."

"Grandma misses you so much too. Qiqi can write so many characters. Grandma hasn't read your writing yet."

"Really? How can Dad teach you these things? This kid really is!"

"Uncle bullied you too? He took the Tanghuan fried fish and deliberately refused to eat it for you? Well done! If grandma was here, grandma would also beat him up, how unreliable he is!"

A woman over half a century old, one angry and one angry, with a fresh expression that he had never seen before.

The deserted and empty house, because there is an extra cluster of lights and a touch of human voice, intertwined with warmth, makes people who return home after a rainy night relax physically and mentally.

The exhaustion from a day outside disappeared after stepping into the lobby.

"Did Qi Qi call?" Yan Huai walked to the sofa and sat down, asking.

The smile on the woman's face hadn't disappeared yet. When she turned her head, her eyes were gentle and bright, "Are you back? It's Qiqi's call. She and Sister Zhang sent a package home and just received it this afternoon."

After Meng Jingxian finished talking, she switched the phone to a speakerphone, and immediately a little baby's soft voice came from inside, "Grandpa, I'm Qiqi!"

Yan Huai laughed before saying anything, "Qiqi, I'm grandpa!"

The old and the young connected immediately, chatting in a childish and long-winded way, and Xiao Fu and Huang Curly were caught by the baby for random interviews in the middle, which made the old couple on the other end of the phone laugh heartily, and the whole hall was overflowing. laughter.

It took nearly half an hour to reluctantly say goodbye to my precious granddaughter.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Huai regained his bossy expression, deep and serious, serious, "Didn't you say that Qi Qi sent a package? Is this it?"

He pointed to a large bag of things on the low table in front of him.

He saw it when he entered the door.

The packaging of this thing is incompatible with the luxury of the villa. I don't know what is inside, but the outside is wrapped with layers of old newspapers.

It looks very classless.

Yan Huai didn't see disgust in his eyes, this was something sent by his precious granddaughter, even if it was a lump of mud, he would find the best flower pot to put it in.

And just now he heard that what the granddaughter sent should be something to eat, such as tough and fragrant rice cakes, crispy sugar rings, and fried fish...

He glanced at his wife who was sitting across from him indiscriminately.

When he didn't come back, she secretly ate it first.

Meng Jingxian was baffled by that look, she pursed her lips, and opened the package, "This is it. The New Year's goods that Qiqi sent us are all made by Sister Zhang, and the snacks are only available in the south."

After the layers of old newspapers were opened, there were still individual packages inside, which were also used old newspapers, wrapped in squares and tied firmly with rope.

On the front of each copy, there is also a square piece of red paper, which looks festive at first glance.

There are six small servings in total.

Yan Huai's sharp eyes saw that three of them had been opened.

"This is a rice cake. There are many cute shapes. Qiqi must have picked it herself. This is Tanghuan, which tastes no worse than Kyoto's signature twist. It is mixed with sesame seeds and tastes very delicious. This is fried fish, salty and crispy... ...Sister Zhang's craftsmanship is really good." Mentioning Qiqi and Zhang Xifeng, Meng Jingxian unconsciously had a soft smile on her face, even her eyes were smiling.

She took a portion of each snack, put it on a clean plate on the table, and pushed it in front of Yan Huai, "Try it. Be careful when biting the rice cake, this rice cake is very hard, you have to eat it slowly to be delicious. "

Meng Jingxian's old face was a little red.

She had never eaten this kind of southern handmade rice cakes before, and she was so desperate to take the first bite that she almost broke her teeth...

In order to hide her discomfort, Meng Jingxian lowered her head and smoothed the broken hair on her cheeks behind her ears, "I'm going to buy some materials tomorrow and come back to make some twists and shortbreads, and send them to Qiqi and the others later, so that they can also taste the north Snacks. It's a pity that we can't celebrate the New Year with them, otherwise it must be very lively."

With a few words from her, Yan Huai had already tasted Tanghuan fried fish from rice cakes, and the rice cakes that had been bitten were put aside for the time being, it wasn't like today, he still refused to accept his old age.

Too bad today.

Hearing his wife mention Chinese New Year, Yan Huai's eyes were full of regret. Others have annual leave for Chinese New Year, but he is the busiest during Chinese New Year, and can't leave for a day.

"There will be a chance to celebrate the New Year together in the future. Although we can't get together this year, the presents I have prepared should be about the same. It just happens to be a New Year gift for Qiqi and the entire Taoxi Village." His expression softened for a moment, and he noticed that his wife's eyes fell on Putting it on the rice cake he had put aside, his back tensed up, "Hey, I haven't come back just now, why don't you eat it yourself?"

Meng Jingxian raised her eyes in doubt, and went in without knowing.

Then I saw the man with a sullen face, as if asking, "How much did you eat?"

"..." Is he blaming her for stealing? Or blame her for eating too much? No matter how good-tempered Meng Jingxian was, she couldn't help but frowned. She blushed and stood up. The usually gentle and docile woman said angrily, "I can't eat the things Qi Qi sent? You are her grandfather, I , I am also a grandma!"

Too angry, Meng Jingxian made a childish move for the first time in her life, gathered up a large bag of snacks on the table and carried them into her arms, and put away the unfinished dishes on the plate, turned around and left.

Yan Huai, "Why did you accept it? I haven't finished eating yet."

The woman said, "I won't give you food!"

Yan Huai, "..."

Seeing his wife disappearing angrily on the second floor, Yan Huai was confused, and turned to look at Uncle Xiang who was standing behind the sofa, "What is she angry about?"

Uncle Xiang rolled his eyes at the rice cakes on the table that he had gnawed, and looked at his nose, nose and heart, "Chairman, it's not shameful not to be able to eat rice cakes."

In order to hide his old age, the villain first complains before he loses face.

Uncle Xiang dare not say this clearly.

Yan Huai, "..."

He turned around and stared blankly at the lonely rice cakes on the table.

He is old? He is only in his fifties, in his prime!

With a heavy snort, Yan Huai got up, picked up the rice cake and went to the study, slamming the door.

Time passed slowly.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Uncle Xiang knocked on the door outside the study to remind the chairman to rest.

The door opened from the inside with a slap, and the man walked out with a serious and deep look. When he passed by Uncle Xiang, he said, "Isn't it just a piece of rice cake? I finished eating it, it tastes good, and I will tell my wife when I turn back."

Uncle Xiang, "..."

What is he going to say?

Say the chairman is over 50 years old?

Or did he gnaw on a piece of rice cake for three hours?

well.