"Sui Sui." Li Weiyin also brought He Congyue and Xu Yimo with her luggage.

Soon the two sides met, Zhang Suisui raised her apple's face, her bright eyes flashed with excitement: "Sister Yinyin, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, you see I have grown so tall!"

"Yes, you've grown so tall." Li Weiyin reached out and gestured. After not seeing each other for two years, the little girl has grown a lot taller.

"Hehehe..." Zhang Suisui smiled satisfied, "Sister Yinyin, come with me. My father is out today. My mother is cleaning up the room for you at home and let me take you there."

As he said that, he jumped and ran to He Congyu: "Uncle, I'll help you carry your backpack."

"No, I can lift it." He Congyue refused expressionlessly. In fact, compared to others, He Congyue's eyebrows and eyes were already softer.

But Zhang Suisui still felt that He Congyu was a little cold, so she immediately ran to Li Weiyin with a little timid expression.

"Don't be afraid, he is like this. He doesn't like to laugh when he sees anyone." Li Weiyin comforted her and handed the fruit in her hand to Zhang Suisui, "Suisui will help me carry one. Let's go to your house quickly. I miss the cold skin and water-fried buns made by your mother."

"My mother knows that Sister Yinyin loves to eat, and it's ready." Zhang Suisui immediately forgot about He Congyue and couldn't wait to take them home.

Zhang Suisui's home is a very nice country villa with many empty rooms, so Li Weiyin dared to bring people over.

Zhang Suisui's mother is named Lu Ping. She has the wind and frost of rural working women on her face, but her smile is friendly. She is particularly enthusiastic about entertaining them. She wipes them with hot water and hot towels, and also with melons, fruits and teas. Li Weiyin feels a little embarrassed.

"What kind of painting is this?" He Congyu walked to the living room and looked at a large painting hanging in the living room. Its luster was translucent and very textured.

"This is one of my purposes for coming here, this is wheat straw painting." Li Weiyin and Xu Yimo walked over, "I lived at Suisui's house when I was traveling before. Her grandfather's craftsmanship is particularly good, but unfortunately their family does not make a living."

"Is this the straw painting?" He Congyue had heard of this kind of thing, but he saw it for the first time.

The straw painting began in the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The luster and texture of the straw itself were used to make a painting through multiple processes such as smoke, steaming, drifting, scraping, pushing, hot, cut, carving, and woven. The paintings produced were vivid and vivid.

Li Weiyin not only wanted to get some back to decorate, but also wanted to display such things in a counter.

In addition, Li Weiyin plans to buy flour from the village. Li Weiyin has been to many places and ate a lot of pasta, each with its own characteristics. However, the pasta made from flour here is very delicious, not to mention that it is unparalleled, at least it is unique.

The summer night is long, and the sky is still bright at seven o'clock. Their dining table is placed in the open-air yard. Lu Ping invites Zhang Suisui's grandfather and uncle to come to entertain guests because Zhang Toyota has not come back yet.

Lu Ping made a lot of pasta, and He Congyue and Xu Yimo both thought it was particularly delicious.

After dinner, they sat in the yard for a cool lunch, and Li Weiyin mentioned this matter to the old man.
Chapter completed!