Sweet Planting Life of Two Young Masters

Fang Yan didn't know the impact he had caused. After he received the letter from Fang Honghua who asked the teacher to ghostwrite it, he was even more happy, holding the letter for many days.

When Fang Honghua's letter arrived, it happened to be the New Year's Day. As soon as Fang Yan received the letter, he immediately ran to the phone and made a call to the village.

"Hello?" On the other end of the phone, a gentle female voice rang.For this number called from the capital, the village chief’s wife already remembered that she was very familiar, so she immediately said, "It’s Xiaobao, did you call your mother again?"

"Yes, trouble you."

The village lady whispered "It's okay" and put the phone aside.She asked her youngest son to call Fang Honghua to come over to answer the phone, and she was busy again.

Through the phone, Fang Yan vaguely heard the voices coming from there. It was very lively. Many of the voices were familiar to him, and they were all from the village.

Every Chinese New Year is the busiest time in the village. Everyone will sell the eggs that have been stored for a long time in exchange for pork and clothes. Only at this time, the children can appetite and pick up the fat on the table. , You can also have a new dress.

Fang Yan remembered that the village chief’s family would make a lot of delicious food every Chinese New Year. The scent of braised pork came out of the windows and spread to every household and his nose.As for whether he can eat meat, it depends on the family's income in the past. Hua's mother will leave him with the best things every time, and will try to make a bowl of fragrant braised pork for him during the New Year.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

He specially sent a large piece of meat to Hua’s mother, not fresh meat, because the journey is far away, it is not easy to keep fresh, and there is no refrigerator at home, so he sent a large piece of marinated meat that can be stored for a long time. What kind of ham.

Mama Hua said that she had received it, and the letter also stated that she was very happy!

This time he is not at home, mother Hua can eat a lot of meat alone!

Fang Yan sniffed happily, as if he could smell the braised pork made by Hua's mother.

……what?

He turned his head and looked suspiciously, and saw Fang Huai appear next to him with a small bowl, and the chopsticks in his other hand happened to sandwich a piece of tempting braised pork!

Fang Yan's eyes lit up, his head stretched out immediately, and he swallowed the meat in one bite.

The meat was just cooked by the chef, and it was still very hot. As soon as he entered it, Fang Yan was scalded immediately, and tears soon came out.Fang Huai was taken aback. He didn't expect it would be hot to him. He immediately circled him violently, and then handed the small bowl over to him to spit out the meat.

But when there was no reason for the meat in his mouth to vomit out, Fang Yan puffed his cheeks, inhaled in small mouths with this small piece of meat, and used physical movements to cool it down.

On the other side, Fang Honghua's voice suddenly came from the phone that had been quiet for a long time, which immediately attracted all his attention.Fang Yan swallowed the meat with a grunt, no matter whether it was hot or not, he hurriedly shouted: "Mother Hua."

"Hey, it's the inkstone." Fang Honghua thanked the village chief’s wife in a low voice, took the plastic stool in her hand, sat next to the phone, and whispered on the phone with her adopted son: "Today’s New Year’s Day, inkstone Why did you call me? Didn't you spend the New Year with your parents?"

"I'm at home, and my father is sitting next to me." Fang Yan said, "I received a letter from Mama Hua, so I told Mama Hua. Do you have some delicious braised pork today? I will send you a copy. Big meat, did you use it to cook? Did you eat it? Is it delicious?"

"Done, ate, delicious." Fang Honghua said with a smile: "Because the inkstone is not at home, I ate a huge piece of it, and there is no one to grab it with me."

Fang Yan was only satisfied.

Because it's the New Year, some people can't wait to start setting off fireworks before it reaches zero.While they were talking, there was a "bang-bang" sound outside. Fang Yan subconsciously looked up. Through the window, he could see the gorgeous fireworks blooming in the dark night outside.

He let out a "wow" and shared with the people on the phone excitedly: "Mother Hua, I'm setting off fireworks here!"

Fang Honghua smiled and agreed.

She also looked out the window. It was very lively outside. Many children in their homes ran out. People with conditions, such as the village chief’s house, bought some fireworks this year and put them outside. She had heard about it before It was said that it was to be released at night. Now that the time is not up, there are already many children waiting excitedly around it, their little faces full of expectation.

It must be the same expression on Yanyan's face, right?

Fang Honghua retracted her gaze and inadvertently glanced at some people who were eating around the big round table.The people in the village are all related, and most of the village chief’s relatives are also villagers in their village. At this time, she was sitting here and talking on the phone with Fang Yan, and several people inside thought to look at her inadvertently. Come.

What do you want to know?Do you know what she and Yanyan are talking about?

While responding kindly to Fang Yan's words in his mouth, Fang Honghua felt infinite exhaustion in her heart.

Since Yanyan came back once, the villagers she used to know seemed to have changed. One or two of them were inquiring about her. They were clearly getting along under their noses, but they had to feel that she was secretly doing something, Yanyan. Every time the items sent back are also some food and clothing items, but they seem to feel that there is some gold and silver hidden in it.

Even if there are really gold and silver treasures, what does it have to do with these people?

She raised her son, and she sent it back with her own hands. He has nothing to do with these people. Is it possible to be filial to them if he becomes an inkstone?

What's the use of filial piety if she has inkstones? She is not alone in the New Year, and she doesn't even have a person to eat together.

Fang Honghua sighed and hurriedly stopped, but the child on the other side of the phone was keenly aware of it.

"Does Mama Hua miss me?" Fang Yan followed with a sigh and said, "I want Mama Hua, too, but I'm too far away from Mama Hua, and I can't even spend the New Year together. If Mama Hua Just live in the capital too."

Fang Honghua bends the corner of her mouth. Yes, if she also lives in the capital, not only can she see her son who she wants every day, she won't have to be guessed by these people anymore.

A crazy thought popped up in her mind.

"But don't worry, Mama Hua, I will try my best to save money and take Mama Hua over early." Fang Yan said cheerfully, "So that I can meet Mama Hua every day, and spend the New Year with Mama Hua."

Fang Honghua answered with a smile: "Then I'll wait."

But she had a different idea in her heart.