Want to steal my buns, no way!
Grandma Ginger was walking on her back on the way to town, and I opened the car door and called Grandma Ginger to get in the car.
Grandma Jiang is older, and she made a joke a few days ago: she told her daughter-in-law that she was going to live at her daughter's house for two days, and her daughter's house was in the village next door to us, and it would take about ten minutes to walk. Grandma Ginger went out a while later and came home again. The daughter-in-law asked, how did she come back so quickly? Grandma Jiang whispered, this girl, I don't know where my family has moved, and I don't say a word to us.
As I was driving, I said, Grandma Jiang, what you want to buy is just tell us, you run around alone, how can you lose yourself. Grandma Jiang smiled and said that when people are old, many things cannot be remembered, but the way home is remembered, even if my old wife is blind, I can still touch home. I laughed and said, how powerful! Grandma Jiang said that home has the taste of home, and my old wife's nose has not failed.
When they got to town, Grandma Jiang got out of the car. The town used to be a straight street, but it has changed a lot in recent years, and several new streets crisscross the streets have emerged. I finished my business in New Street, and suddenly thought, what if Grandma Jiang really can't go home? I hurriedly turned the front of the car back and saw Grandma Jiang coming out of the bun shop. I rolled down the car window, called out to Grandma Ginger, and asked her to go back so soon? Grandma Jiang said that after buying it, she had to go back quickly. I said, Grandma Ginger, I'll take you home.
Grandma Ginger sat in the car, her hands covering her bulging chest. I asked her what she bought? Grandma Ginger said, Buns. The weather was not very cold, and Grandma Jiang hid the bun in her chest to keep warm. I smiled and said, Grandma Ginger, why don't you eat the buns? Grandma Jiang said that I brought it back to Pingwa to eat, and Pingwa liked to eat buns the most.
Grandma Jiang's pingwa was three years older than me, and I held my son two years earlier. I thought Grandma Jiang was wrong, I said, you are for Nian Er to eat, right? Grandma Jiang said, Nian'er? Who is Nian'er? I said, Nian Er is your great-grandson! Grandma Jiang said, I don't know, I give me Pingwa to eat. Grandma Jiang covered her chest a little nervously, afraid that someone would come and grab her bun.
I laughed.
Grandma Jiang glared at me and said angrily, Who are you? I tell you, want to steal my buns, no way!
Author: Cao Longxin
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