Granny Gu's family lived in Qingyu Lane, not far from Fu'ai Road, separated by a few alleys. Like Zhao Di's alley, it was a very crowded small alley.
Ye Qingqing quickly arrived at Qingyu Lane and found No. 56.
No. 56 is an old-fashioned Shikumen house, similar to Hu Laosan's house. There are more than a dozen houses in the yard. There are several aunties pasting cardboard boxes at the door. Because of the rare good weather today, there is no wind at all. Now the sun is shining. It didn't go down the mountain, and many people came out to bask in the sun.
"Grandma, may I ask which room does Grandma Gu who sells hairy eggs live in?" Ye Qingqing asked politely.
Seeing that Ye Qingqing was a beautiful and clean little girl, several aunties immediately became impressed and said with a smile, "The pavilion on the second floor is her home, is the little girl here to buy fur eggs?"
"No, I'm coming to Grandma Gu's house for dinner."
Ye Qingqing thanked her, carrying a bag of apples and a box of wheat milk essence, which she bought at the store just now, and went up to the second floor under the suspicious eyes of a few aunts.
The pavilion room is the worst room in the whole house. It is a Pingjiang person who is careful and careful. A small house separated by corners and corners is at most ten square meters.
The pavilion is cold in winter and hot in summer. In the past, servants usually lived in it. People with a little money would not rent this kind of house. They would rather spend more money to live more comfortably.
Ye Qingqing felt a little sour in her heart. Grandma Gu was so old, she didn't live well, and she had to pay a stall to raise money for her stupid son. What happened to her?
Are her husband and family gone?
As soon as he reached the entrance of the stairs, Ye Qingqing smelled the coveted fragrance, and her saliva couldn't help flowing down.
The pavilion is not on the second floor, to be precise, it is one and a half floors. Ye Qingqing saw it before he took a few steps. Grandma Gu was sitting at the door, with a small coal cake stove in front of him. Floating out of the pot.
The closer he got, the stronger the fragrance, Ye Qingqing's mouth was drooling non-stop, and her stomach was growling.
The body completely lost the control of the brain and reacted instinctively, what a shame!
Grandma Gu looked at her kindly, but when she saw the things in her hand, her smile disappeared, "You little girl, what did you buy for dinner? Take it back in a while, and Grandma will buy it herself."
In winter, fruit is expensive, and malted milk is not cheap, so she can't ask for something from a little girl.
"I won't buy it next time."
Ye Qingqing giggled. Gu Zi entered the room and put the things on the cabinet. There was no one in the room. She thought it was strange. Could it be that Grandma Gu didn't live with the silly son?
"My son is cooking in the kitchen, girl, wait here for a while, I'll go get the food!"
Grandma Gu got up. The kitchen was on the second floor. She took a tray and went to the second floor to get food.
Ye Qingqing was alone in the room. The smell of the soup on the stove was getting stronger and stronger. She couldn't help but lift the lid of the pot and take a look. Thinking that Grandma Gu actually served her with this dish.
So empathetic.
Ye Qingqing swallowed her saliva. The soup had turned milky white, bubbling and steaming hot, but the fragrance made her teeth soft.
In the past, Tang Yuan Yuan always used to describe the deliciousness of the dish as too delicious. She thought it was too exaggerated, but now, she finally realized this feeling.
The teeth are really falling out!
I really want to take a spoon and drink a spoonful of soup!
Ye Qingqing suppressed her desire to secretly drink the soup, closed the lid, stopped looking at the soup when she entered the room, and pinched her nose.
If you can't see it, you can't smell it, you won't be greedy!