Chapter 912: Fellow Traveler 2

Although they didn't sleep well the previous night, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue still got up early the next morning to cook.

Feng Qingxue was thinking about the waste that she didn't have time to take away from the waste collection station, and she also wanted to know whether the things in the secret compartment belonged to the Guan family, so she kneaded the dough while talking to Lu Jiang.

She wanted to make scallion pancakes, so Lu Jiang went to her private plot and pulled a bunch of scallions, peeled them, washed them and chopped them.

Listening to her nagging voice, Lu Jiang not only didn't feel bored, but found it very pleasant. Hearing her endless talk and kneading the dough thousands of times, he couldn't help but smile, "Be calm, be calm, take it back if you have the chance, and don't worry if you don't have the chance. Isn't that what you said? At least we saved some of it."

Feng Qingxue's response was to stick out her tongue and make faces at him.

This guy is really, he can't let her nag, doesn't he know that nagging is part of a woman's nature?

There was only a little peanut oil left in the oil can. Feng Qingxue looked around and took out a can of lard from the space. At this moment, she secretly thanked herself for making lard when she had time in the past. There was a lot of lard in the space, which could be used at any time.

She mixed two kinds of flour, one white flour and one coarse flour.

The children ate white flour scallion pancakes, and the adults ate black flour. Moreover, it would not be conspicuous to send them to the old people in the cowshed.

Just after the black flour pancakes were baked, Xi Bao put on her clothes and shoes by herself, rubbed her eyes and came over, "Dad! Mom! Where did you go? I couldn't find you, and I cried, so sad!"

"Oh, you cried? Why did I hear that you only thundered but didn't rain?" Feng Qingxue was not fooled.

Xibao smiled, not feeling embarrassed at all, and looked at the pancakes in the basket, his eyes lit up, "Mom, scallion pancakes, your big baby loves them!"

Feng Qingxue took a stack of ten scallion pancakes, wrapped them in gauze, put them in a small backpack, and then hung the small backpack behind her son's shoulders.

"Son, I'll give you a great task!"

Xibao immediately saluted, "Please give the order, leader!"

With that kind of crispness and sharpness, his posture and military salute were no different from those of soldiers in the army.

Feng Qingxue pursed her lips and said, "Go to the cowshed and call grandpa back for dinner, then distribute the pancakes in the backpack to the other grandpas and grandmas, one pancake per person, remember, one pancake per person."

"I promise to complete the task!"

Xibao ran to the cowshed and saw Aunt Xu and Wen Yue cooking. He quickly gave her a big smile, "Grandma, grandma, don't be busy, mom asked me to deliver the pancakes, delicious scallion pancakes, so delicious, so delicious."

Aunt Xu was stunned, and reached into the backpack to take out the scallion pancake wrapped in gauze, which was still hot, and the aroma of lard was tangy.

"Xibao is so good, did mom ask you to deliver it?"

Xibao nodded his head, "One pancake per person, remember, one pancake per person. I'm going to eat with grandpa! Grandpa!"

He rushed into the house shouting with an empty small backpack on his back.

Father Lu was knocked back by him and took a few steps back. He put his arm around him and smiled, "Okay, okay, grandpa will go to your house for dinner. Come on, say hello to the grandpas in the house."

"Hello, grandpa!" Xi Bao bowed.

Yesterday afternoon and evening, he was playing in the cowshed, calling grandpa and grandma. The old people were very familiar with him. No one would dislike such a cute and sweet-mouthed child.