12dz Chapter 491 Good things come to those who wait
Chapter 491 Good things come to those who wait
She pointed to the ground and the eaves: "Even in the coldest times, there is only a thin layer of frost or cold rain. But Chang'an is in the northern inland, far from the sea, so the earth and air are more likely to get completely cold. When the water vapor meets the cold, it turns into snowflakes and falls down."
She looked at Sanchuan's face, which seemed to understand but was listening very attentively, and smiled: "I think each has its own advantages. Chang'an has snow scenery to enjoy, while here we don't have snow, but we can still catch seafood that we can't find anywhere else in winter, and the sea doesn't freeze, so ships can still go out to sea. God gives each place different gifts."
She reached out and touched Sanchuan's little ears, which were cold from the wind: "Hurry up and dry your face, come inside and warm up. No matter if it snows or rains, we have to make sure we live a warm life, right?"
Sanchuan nodded vigorously, wrapped his cotton-padded coat tighter, and followed his older sister quickly toward the steaming kitchen.
Seeing Wu Yuan constantly hiding from the towel while wiping his face, I couldn't help but find it a little funny.
"My eldest sister made a fortune again yesterday."
The fire in the stove was being stirred by Sanchuan with fire tongs, making it burn brightly. The orange-red flames licked the bottom of the pot, warming the entire kitchen.
Xu Yiyi stood in front of the stove, deftly adding rice grains and chopped sweet potato chunks into the boiling water, preparing to cook a pot of thick sweet potato porridge.
Upon hearing Sanchuan's words, she suddenly stopped moving.
Sure enough, what that brat Wen Zaisi said still had an impact on the world.
"Once Sihai has saved enough money, will he secretly buy a dagger or a knife?" Sanchuan said with some concern.
I didn't have any particular thoughts during yesterday's martial arts competition, but after seeing Si Hai Counting Money, I suddenly realized that Wen Zaisi's mouth is really quite cheeky.
She chuckled softly, already imagining Si Hai counting his money.
"Let him be," Xu Yiyi stirred the porridge in the pot, her tone indulgent. "If he likes to count, let him count. It's a good thing that he knows how to save money and is good at planning."
"What if he actually buys it?"
Children, unaware of their own limitations, can easily injure themselves or others, which is never a good thing.
“Sihai knows his limits. If he really wants to buy it, he will ask for my opinion beforehand.” Xu Yiyi said with great certainty.
"Then I'm relieved." Sanchuan's smile slowly spread across his face amidst the crackling sounds of the stove.
The aroma of porridge filled the kitchen. The curtain was lifted, and Xu Anyang, bringing with him the chill of the outside air, strode in.
"Aaaaaah! It's so cold, so cold, I'm freezing!" His nose was slightly red from the cold, but his eyes were sparkling.
"Sister Yi! What delicious food did you make? I'm starving!" He put his hands under his armpits as he approached the stove and naturally lifted the pot lid.
A cloud of warm steam suddenly billowed out, carrying the unique sweetness of sweet potatoes and the aroma of rice.
Xu Anyang peered out with anticipation and saw a pot of familiar sweet potato porridge bubbling inside.
In an instant, the expectation on his face vanished, and he let out a wail.
"Ugh! Sweet potato porridge again?" He exaggeratedly clutched his chest, as if he had suffered a huge blow. "I came all this way because I didn't want to eat the sweet potato porridge at home! Sister Yi, can't we... eat something else?"
His utterly dejected look amused San Chuan, who was tending the fire.
Xu Yiyi glanced at him, her hand still stirring the porridge: "What's wrong with sweet potato porridge? It's sweet, warm, and filling. Don't you want some?"
Xu Anyang forced a wry smile: "Eat! I want to eat."
After saying that, he resignedly moved a small stool and sat down next to Sanchuan to warm himself up.
After a simple yet warm breakfast of sweet potato porridge, the sky grew increasingly gloomy, with thick, leaden-gray clouds pressing down on the sea.
Before long, fine, cold rain began to fall silently.
It was only a light drizzle, but the damp chill felt like it could penetrate a cotton coat and seep straight into one's bones.
"It's so cold, I want to sleep," Sihai mumbled, the marks on his face from sleeping not fading even after breakfast.
The chill in the air suddenly intensified, and the breath exhaled immediately turned into a cloud of white mist.
The fishing nets drying in the yard were quickly soaked through by the rain.
"It's definitely getting colder with this rain," Sanchuan said softly, leaning against the doorframe and looking at the gray rain and the trees being blown about by the wind.
Xu Anyang subconsciously pulled his worn-out cotton-padded coat tighter around himself. "It's raining, business probably won't be very good, right?"
Xu Yiyi stood at the door, watching the winter rain, thinking that business might be better with the rain.
Nothing is more enjoyable than a steaming hot pot on this chilly day.
When they arrived in town, the tribesmen's boat was leaving the harbor.
Ah Da touched the repaired boat with heartache. When he saw Xu Yiyi and the others, he quickly stood up to greet them.
"Uncle, is the boat repaired?"
She immediately saw that Ah Da was squatting next to the fishing boat, holding tools in his hand, seemingly conducting a final check.
The fishing boat that had been damaged by the wind and waves has been repaired and its hull has become sturdy again.
Ah Da wiped the rain off his face and said with a smile, "You're here! The boat was just repaired, thanks to the money you lent us, and the repairman you hired is very skilled."
He rubbed his hands together, his tone sincere: "Don't worry about the money, Uncle will pay you back as soon as possible. Once the weather clears up, we can catch more good catches when we go out to sea."
Xu Yiyi opened the umbrella, carried Wu Yuan off the boat, and waved her hand dismissively at the words, her voice still clear in the rain: "Uncle, the money isn't urgent."
She paused, then added, "Once I make some money, I'll prioritize buying food and clothes for my grandma, grandpa, and Duobao. The elderly need nourishment, and the children are growing. The weather is getting colder, and the end of the year is just around the corner. There will be many expenses, so I'm not in a rush with my little bit of money."
Upon hearing this, Ah Da's eyes welled up with tears. He nodded repeatedly, his lips moved a few times, and in the end, he could only let out a heavy sigh.
……
The siblings, holding oil-paper umbrellas, braved the cold wind and rain to reach the pier. The rain seemed to have lessened a bit, but the sea breeze was still biting, stinging their cheeks.
People are small in the world, yet they insist on holding their own umbrella.
He held the umbrella handle effortlessly with his two little hands, and perhaps finding it fun, he began to unconsciously rotate the umbrella handle as he walked.
He was still muttering to himself.
The umbrella then spun around following his movements.
The rainwater that had accumulated on the umbrella was splashed everywhere, and water droplets splashed onto Sanchuan's trouser legs, some even flying further back onto Xu Anyang's face, who was looking down at the slippery pavement.
Xu Anyang shivered from the cold rain, wiped his face, and was about to speak.
Then, a clear, cool voice came from behind: "Hmm?"
It's just a simple syllable, yet it carries a warning that cannot be ignored.
Sihai, who was having a great time playing with an umbrella, froze when he heard the sound, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.
He immediately stopped turning the umbrella, gripped the handle tightly to steady it, and even subconsciously slowed down his steps.
The child didn't dare turn around, but only glanced back furtively from the corner of his eye.
The way he instantly transformed from a "little devil" back into a "good boy" made Xu Anyang, who was about to complain, burst into laughter.
Xu Yiyi didn't say anything more, and looked at Sanchuan's trouser leg.
Fortunately, only a few drops of water got on it.
Sihai sensed the absence of his elder sister's imposing presence and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He obediently held up his umbrella and walked forward without daring to wander off again.
"Big sister, I'm going to the private school."
Sanchuan turned around and greeted Xu Yiyi, then looked at her younger brother and said, "Be good, your older sister is busy, don't always make her worry."
Si Hai shrugged. "I've always been well-behaved."
San Chuan smiled sideways.
"You're so shameless. I wouldn't even dare to hear you say that."
After saying that, he turned a corner and continued walking forward.
When they arrived at the Xiang family's house, Xue Shiyu and the others were already reading in the school, and the room was quiet.
The charcoal brazier was burning, and the warmth mixed with the scent of ink wafted over.
San Chuan quickly slowed his pace, walked to his seat, took off his book bag, and arranged his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. He then calmed down and began his morning reading.
Outside the window, the rain pattered softly, while inside, the sound of students reading aloud filled the air.
The tense atmosphere in the school only eased slightly when the bell rang to signal the end of the morning reading session.
Wen Zaisi turned around and glanced at Sanchuan, his eyes darting around for a moment before he got up, strolled over unhurriedly, and sat down in the empty seat next to him.
San Chuan looked up at him and asked, "Is there something you need?"
Wen Zaisi paused, seemingly considering his words, his gaze falling on Sanchuan's face with a probing look: "Sanchuan, the martial arts master from Sihai is quite something! I lost twice last night."
San Chuan's gaze swept over his face, a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Wen Zaisi nudged him with his arm, his tone slightly mocking: "Tell me the truth, that guy named Lao Lu isn't just a simple restaurant helper, is he? Otherwise, he wouldn't have taught Sihai to be... like that..."
Upon hearing this, Sanchuan immediately put down the book in her hand, looked up at him, and asked, "What do you mean by 'like that'?"
Xue Shiyu, whose attention had been focused on this area, immediately sensed the displeasure hidden in Sanchuan's tone and swept her gaze over him.
Just when he thought Sanchuan was about to get angry, a sudden snoring sound rang out.
The three people's attention shifted instantly.
Misu was seen supporting his head with both hands, his eyes tightly closed, his mouth wide open, and drool hanging in the air, about to drip onto the book, but he sucked it back in.
Xue Shiyu frowned slightly, and without making a sound, stretched out his foot and gave Mi Su a light kick on the table leg.
"Clang."
The table shook.
Misu woke up with a start, raising her head blankly, a suspicious glint still on her lips. She looked around sleepily, "Huh? What's wrong? School's over? I'm starving..."
He sighed deeply and was just about to pack his things and go home.
But upon seeing the carved teapot, he shook his head helplessly.
Wen Zaisi rolled her eyes in exasperation and spat out, "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat. Are you out of your mind? You've gotten so fat since you came here. Your father is going to kill you when we go back to Chang'an before the New Year..."
Misu wasn't annoyed by his disdain. She chuckled foolishly, wiped her mouth, and lay back down, but this time she tried to keep her eyes wide open, afraid to fall asleep again.
After this interruption, Wen Zaisi noticed that Sanchuan's gaze was strange, but dared not continue the previous topic.
But his doubts didn't dissipate. He just awkwardly touched his nose, muttered "Never mind," and returned to his seat dejectedly.
Xue Shiyu acted as if nothing had happened, picking up the book again, though her eyes glanced at Sanchuan's calm profile out of the corner of her eye.
Everyone sat quietly in their seats. The rain continued to fall outside the window, but the room quickly returned to silence.
The fire in the charcoal brazier crackled softly, and footsteps came from the corridor outside the door, unhurried, steady, and powerful.
The door was pushed open, and Xiang Yu, carrying two scrolls of books, strolled in.
His gaze swept calmly across the room, passing over the faces of the four people.
The slightly relaxed atmosphere instantly froze.
Wen Zaisi guiltily avoided eye contact.
……
In the backyard of Wufu Restaurant, winter rain pattered against the eaves, dripping and pattering.
The aroma wafting from the kitchen was even more enticing than the raindrops.
The rich broth, made from pork bones and chicken frames simmering all night, was bubbling away, its white steam carrying a delicious aroma.
On the cutting board, rows of large bowls were laid out, each containing freshly cooked rice noodles.
Sihai and Xu Anyang squatted side by side at the door, staring longingly at the steaming curtain, like two little animals waiting to be fed.
Xu Anyang, clutching his stomach, waited anxiously. "Why is it taking so long? I'm starving, my stomach is growling..."
He sighed deeply; he hadn't eaten much at all on the island.
Whoever wants that sweet potato porridge can eat it.
He and Sihai had deliberately saved room for breakfast at the restaurant.
"Just wait a little longer! It'll be ready soon. Good things come to those who wait." Sihai could already smell the aroma in the air and comforted him like a little adult.
Xu Anyang glanced at him sideways and said, "Oh ho, you're quite eloquent. It seems that studying is quite useful."
He joked.
Breakfast is ready.
At Wang Pangzi's shout, the two little kids jumped up and ran into the kitchen.
Sihai, being small and agile, used his size advantage to get close to the pot, with Xu Anyang following closely behind.
When Fatty Wang saw it was them, he was delighted and didn't stop them.
"What? Want me to give you two a big bowl?" Fatty Wang said, his hand already reaching for the cutting board.
Seeing them nod, Fatty Wang specially picked out the largest bowl for them, then ladled in boiling, thick white broth. The rice noodles in the bowls swelled up, sprinkled with finely chopped scallions and crispy fried peanuts, and finally drizzled with a little bit of Xu Yiyi's special chili oil.
The aroma is immediately released.
"Hold it steady! The bowl is very hot, don't burn your hands."
Fatty Wang quickly reminded them, then his face lit up with a smile as he watched the two children holding bowls bigger than their faces. Completely ignoring the heat, they squatted under the eaves, blowing on them to cool them down, and began slurping their food down.