Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 1221: Picking Up Xibao 8

Chapter 1221: Chapter 1221: Picking Up Xibao 8

Lu Father pursed his lips and smiled, no wonder all his grandsons liked him, he was indeed endearing.

Zhao Xiaoyun lifted the cloth on the basket for a glance, then immediately put it back. He looked around, and only when he saw that there were no others around did he let out a sigh of relief, "Grandpa Lu, you are too kind!"

"It’s from our hometown, Xibao said you liked it," Lu Father said.

"I’ll take it back for my grandpa, he loves peanuts the most." Zhao Xiaoyun was very pleased, "Thank you, Grandpa Lu, for the trouble of bringing this. I really like it, truly like it!"

"But, Brother, you didn’t invite us to sit inside the house," Fubao raised her young accusing voice.

Zhao Xiaoyun shifted to one side, pointing to the lock on the door, "Well, it’s not that I’m impolite, it’s that it is impolite. I went out after breakfast for a stroll and to practice shooting, and only when I got home did I realize I’d forgotten the keys. I haven’t even had lunch because I didn’t bring any money or food tickets, and it was already too late to go to the cafeteria."

Xibao warmly said, "Come to our house, we have food."

"Exactly, so silly!" Fubao showed a look of disdain and reached out her hand to him, "Let’s go, let’s go home for dinner."

"Let’s go, it’s not nice to go hungry," Lu Father also invited him.

Zhao Xiaoyun thought about the relationship between his family and the Lu Jiang family, his own father even owed a life-saving debt, so he didn’t mind owing another meal’s gratitude. With an open mind, Zhao Xiaoyun happily carried the basket and followed them home.

When the Guan Cheng brothers were around, Zhao Xiaoyun often ate at the Lu Family’s house. Hearing that he hadn’t had any meal, Feng Qingxue quickly told Tian Ling, "Warm up the remaining cured meat from lunch, there is some leftover steamed rice too, fry an egg with some green onions."

She was in the period of breastfeeding and avoided very salty food, so there was a lot of cured meat left.

Zhao Xiaoyun enjoyed his meal very much, and Fubao joined in the fun, taking a few bites of the fried rice.

Hearing that Zhao Xiaoyun was going back to the Southwestern Military Region in a few days, and remembering that Zhao Hanzhi liked peanuts, Feng Qingxue wondered whether it was a family trait passed down in the Zhao Family. "We still have more at home, I’ll pack some more for you."

"No, no, that’s enough, there are already several pounds!" Zhao Xiaoyun could tell by the weight of the basket that there were five or six pounds inside.

"When we were in the Capital Military Region, your grandfather really looked after us. Just take some with you, what’s there to fuss about?" As she spoke, Feng Qingxue packed several more pounds of peanuts into the basket, "If you think it takes up too much space, just shell them and only bring the peanuts back. They are really good snacks to have with drinks whether fried or boiled."

Zhao Xiaoyun nodded vigorously, "Thank you, Auntie Lu!"

Come evening, seeing a basket full of stuff, five or six pounds of peanuts, a piece of cured meat, and a dried chicken, Zhao Yong habitually said, "Take them all back, give your grandparents some more dishes, and remind your brother, don’t be naughty."

"We haven’t really benefited from Xibao’s family over these years," Guo Xiuying remarked.

"Our household isn’t short of money, we’re just short of provisions. When you have time one day, buy some milk powder or something for the children and send it over."

"I know, do I even need you to tell me? These past two years, the family compound has had many kids born, and milk powder is in great demand. After all, our troop hadn’t had such supply before. Xiaoyun, when you go back, tell your grandparents if they find a way to get some milk powder, send some over." With the Lu family’s triplets, two of whom were on formula, the burden was indeed not light.

"Rest assured, Mom, when has your son ever given you cause for worry?" Zhao Xiaoyun assured, thumping his chest confidently.