The water in the pot was bubbling, and white steam was surging up from both sides of the pot. For a moment, the kitchen was steaming.

Yu Zhining pointed at the boiling pot, impatiently pulled Meng Yunshu’s sleeve, and said anxiously: “Little uncle, little uncle, the water is boiling.”

“I saw it.” Meng Yunshu bent down and stretched out his hand to gently pinch his nose, which made Yu Zhining’s cheeks turn red because of shyness. He picked up the small basin on the chopping board and walked over to put it on the stove. He stretched out his hand to lift the lid of the pot but was stopped by Yu Jinhuai.

He stood up and grabbed the handle on the lid of the pot with his big hand. As the lid was lifted, large pieces of steam came to his face. Meng Yunshu was too close to notice and was hit by the steam on his face. Although it was not hot, he still took a step back. Yu Jinhuai, who was standing by, stretched out his hand to support his waist at the right time.

“I’ll do it.” Yu Jinhuai said softly.

 Meng Yunshu awkwardly handed him the ladle in his hand and silently walked aside to make room. Whether it was because of the heat or something else, his earlobes were red, and his eyes were shining as he looked at Yu Jinhuai.

The words on all the products brought out from the store would automatically become words belonging to this era. Although it was the first time for Yu Jinhuai to make malted milk and milk powder, he still seemed to be at ease, which made Meng Yunshu hesitate.

The little ones were all focused on Yu Jinhuai, and Meng Yunshu didn’t look out of place.

The infusion of boiling water made the fragrance of milk powder and malted milk more rich and sweet. Not only was Yu Zhining greedy for sweets, but Yu Jinyue, who was already an adult, was salivating. They stared at the movements of Yu Jinhuai’s hands with shining eyes.

 The freshly prepared milk powder and malted milk were very hot, so Yu Jinhuai did not give it to them. After all, they were not used to doing rough work like him, and there was a thick layer of calluses on his fingers. Yu Jinhuai, who had tasted these two flavors before returning home, turned around and met the eager and expectant eyes of his nephew, cousin brother and cousin sister. His heart was complicated.

Even the two dogs at home were lying under the door of the kitchen, humming and howling at the smell.

“It’s too hot, wait a while.” Yu Jinhuai rubbed Yu Zhining’s hair and told Yu Jinyue to get a few bamboo bowls from the cupboard.

The Yu family had no shortage of bamboo bowls. It can be said that the most common bowls in every household in Cangnan Village were made of bamboo. Every household would make some simple bamboo woven items, not to mention simple bamboo bowls and chopsticks.

Yu Jinyue responded happily, “Okay.”

After a while of churning, he came over with a pile of bamboo bowls.

 Seeing this, Meng Yunshu couldn’t help laughing, and brought all the bamboo bowls over.

“Brother, can I drink yet?” Yu Jinyue asked anxiously with a silly smile on his face, looking at Yu Jinhuai eagerly.

Yu Jinhuai couldn’t bear to look directly at him. He turned his head away helplessly, listening to Meng Yunshu’s laughter beside him. After being silent for a while, his eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes were mixed with complex emotions, and he waved his hand, “Okay.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Zhining in his arms moved, raised his head, licked his lips, and watched Yu Jinyue’s movements.

Two small bowls of milk powder and malted milk were just right for each person.

Drinking this alone was not enough, Yu Jinhuai heated up a few more grain buns, with soybean paste that Aunt Sun made. He ate a few buns with the paste and was full.

In the kitchen, the little ones who had tasted milk powder and malted milk for the first time were holding their bowls and burping. The three eyes looked at the two pottery jars.

Yu Jinyue thought that his second cousin brother was really rich and really good to him. Otherwise how could he give such good food to his second cousin brother? It must cost a lot of money to buy these two pottery jars. He accidentally caught a glimpse of the happy expression on Yu Jinlan’s face. Yu Jinyue lowered his eyes and stared at his empty bamboo bowl. It would be great if he had money.

After lunch, the sky suddenly became brighter, and the sun peeked out from the clouds, shining on people’s hearts.

Yu Jinlan stood in the yard, put his hand on his forehead, looked up at the sun, and smiled with satisfaction.

 Yu Jinlan happened to pass by and thought of the bamboo forest at the foot of Xiaoqing Mountain. He asked cheerfully, “Brother, are you going to pick winter bamboo shoots?” A few days ago, she was sitting in the yard washing clothes and saw many young ladies and young men in the village carrying baskets to pick winter bamboo shoots. When they passed by her house, she saw a lot of winter bamboo shoots in the baskets. Each one was big and looked delicious. “Pick winter bamboo shoots?” Meng Yunshu stopped to think for a moment and nodded in agreement. Speaking of bamboo shoots, he thought of snail noodles. He missed it after not eating it for a long time. At that time, he disliked the strong taste in modern times. Whenever he ate snail noodles, he would never put sour bamboo shoots. His roommate saw it and said that his noodles had no soul, but he didn’t care and continued to do his own thing. Now that he is in ancient times, he misses the smell of snail noodles. Watching Yu Jinlan skipping away, Meng Yunshu looked at her happy steps with a smile, and turned to find Yu Jinhuai.

To dig bamboo shoots, a small hoe and a backpack are indispensable, and he also needs to change his clothes. If he doesn’t change his clothes after going into the bamboo forest, the new clothes will become old ones.

He lifted the thick curtain and entered the hall, and walked a few steps to the bedroom.

“Brother Huai, do you have any old clothes that I can wear?”

He talked to Yu Jinlan without avoiding people, so Yu Jinhuai in the bedroom had expected it. His eyes flashed, “Yes.”

After saying that, he turned and left the bedroom. Meng Yunshu followed him closely and walked to a house next door. He pushed the door open and followed his steps. The window of this room leads to the backyard. The rooms of the Yu family are very well built, and almost every house has plenty of light.

 The room had not been occupied for a long time. As soon as he entered, he saw dust flying in the air and the smell of dust at the tip of his nose. Meng Yunshu couldn’t help rubbing his nose and forced himself not to sneeze. He looked at the man who had opened the cabinet to find clothes for him and fell into deep thought. He knew that Yu Jinhuai was busy with housework and farm work, and more importantly, he had to take care of his little nephew. It was considered diligent of him to clean the main room, bedroom and kitchen.

Meng Yunshu looked away and looked at the house. If he guessed correctly, this might have been Yu Jinhuai’s room.

A wooden bed was placed against the wall, with a thick layer of dust on the bed board. A desk was placed under the window. A wooden sword was hung on the wall, with delicate patterns carved on it. Although the vermilion paint had faded, the craftsmanship of the maker could still be seen. There was also a black bow hanging next to it, which was also carved with patterns.

In front of the cabinet, Yu Jinhuai found his clothes when he was thirteen or fourteen years old. He was taller than his peers when he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and although Meng Yunshu was seventeen years old, he was thin. In addition, gers were thinner than men, so he thought he could wear these clothes.

 “Ah Yun.” Yu Jinhuai closed the cabinet, turned around and called Meng Yunshu. He noticed that his eyes had been lingering on the wooden sword and bow hanging on the wall. His eyes were deep, and he looked at the two objects with nostalgia, as if he saw his childhood self through them.

“My father made those.” Yu Jinhuai said bluntly. Meng Yunshu tilted his head and stared at him, listening carefully to his words.

“I have liked swords since I was a child, and few people in a farming family can afford them. My father saw that I liked them very much, so he made a wooden sword and bow for me. The paint on them was bought for me from the capital by my eldest brother with his own money.”

It was the first time he spoke so long, and Meng Yunshu knew that he was thinking of his relatives. Although he had not experienced the present, he could empathize with him.

“Brother Huai.” Meng Yunshu held his hand, stroking it soothingly, and raised his head to quietly look at his face.

 Yu Jinhuai felt the warmth of his hand. His slightly wrinkled brows relaxed, and he lifted his eyelids and glanced at him gently.

It’s all over, he thought.

“Aren’t you going to dig bamboo shoots with Xiao Lan? Try it on first to see if it fits?”

“Okay.” Meng Yunshu took the clothes and turned to go to the bedroom. Yu Jinhuai glanced at his figure, then looked at the place he had just touched, and warmth surged in his chest.

On the other side, Meng Yunshu, who had changed his clothes, pulled his sleeves, and looked down at the clothes on his body. He thought it looked suitable.

With the idea of ​​letting Yu Jinhuai take a look, he pushed open the door and ran next door.

“Brother Huai, take a look, how is it?”

Yu Jinhuai looked up at his voice. His pupils suddenly shrank, and a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.