Without having to dress up carefully, Li Xingxing is also the best-looking boy in Li Xiuhong's heart.

She left the things she bought for her daughter and herself in the bedroom, took away the new blouse and smear that the old couple had sent to her, and then went to the kitchen to continue working, and told her parents about the things that Chen Nianen sent.

Old Man Li, who was guarding the stove, burned the fire, said: "Send him some bacon and sausages that Xingxing brought back."

Li Xiuhong had a smile on her face: "We sent him a message in Wutong City before. Xingxing asked him and sent some rice and flour. I forgot to tell you."

"You two mothers are the decision, so you don't have to report to me and your father."

Li Po Zi took out the last bite of fruit from the pot, scooped out the oil, left only some foundation, put the chopped chicken pieces and started stir-frying, stir-frying the oil, then poured in the pepper, star anise, shredded ginger, garlic cloves, radish cubes, add soy sauce, salt, five-spice powder, water, boil over high heat, simmer over low heat, and simmer in another pot.

Li Xingxing smelled the fragrance and came: "Grandma, when can I start a meal?"

Mrs. Li turned around and smiled, "Wait a little longer. The kitchen is full of smoke and fire. Don't come in, so you won't be covered in ashes. If you're hungry, you can eat something to cushion first."

"I'm not hungry, I'm just greedy!" Just now, she quietly ate two osmanthus cakes, which were super delicious.

She had never eaten such delicious osmanthus cake, really.

Xia Mingxing's craftsmanship makes mortals worship it.

If he could be invited to make the New Year’s Eve dinner, Li Xingxing sucked a mouthful of saliva, "Please ask grandma to steam the sauce ribs later. It will definitely taste better if it is hot."

Li Pozi said strangely: "Where did the sauce pork ribs come from?"

Li Xingxing didn't blink: "The friend sent it to me, it's considered a dish."

Mrs. Li agreed.

He paused and said to Li Xiuhong: "Go and call you Uncle Thirteen. It's boring to celebrate the New Year alone."

Li Xiuhong responded and stood up and went out.

Li Xingxing quickly followed and said curiously: "Mom, who is Uncle Thirteen?"

"Your grandpa's brother, you have to call Grandpa Thirteen." Li Xiuhong said to her, and then said in detail.

Li Xingxing quickly figured out that thirteen grandfather and siblings, seven of whom died in childhood, only six survived to adulthood. Grandpa ranked second, but the largest one.

However, the only ones that have survived are grandpa and thirteenth grandpa.

Others, either young people die prematurely or middle-aged.

There is nothing we can do about it. The rate of infants and children before liberation was extremely astonishing, and everyone was used to it.

This Thirteenth Grandpa is the youngest among brothers and sisters, and is about the same age as his nephew Li Dazhu. He is fifty-two this year and has eaten Li's breasts when he was young. More than 20 years ago, he and Grandpa Shi were recruited by the gang of Treasure Island for many years. Later, he surrendered to the great man and was saved. Grandpa Shi was discharged from the army and returned to his hometown, but Grandpa Shi died on the battlefield.

Grandpa Thirteenth originally had a wife and a son, but during his army, his son died young and his wife remarried, and he did not remarry after returning home.

Because he was a gang from Baodao, he was worried about causing trouble for his family due to the political situation, so he never made any statements to the public, saying that he was arrested as a coolie and escaped after liberation.

Li Xiuhong's voice was extremely low, and Li Xingxing covered her mouth and nodded repeatedly to express her understanding.

The mother and the mother soon arrived at two thatched huts where Grandpa Thirteen lived. They were surrounded by stones. The old man in rags was boiling water in the main hall and preparing to cook.

Yes, he built a stove in the main hall, and the room was full of smoke and fire.
Chapter completed!