BLL

On this winter afternoon, the sunlight reached the center of the earth, through the sparse treetops. It left behind a yellowish shadow on the staircase, shining on the people. The sun barely dispelled the strong cold wind. A sharp and terrible cry resounded through the rooms, rambling to the ears of the people. The village […]

Ger Yan’s sister-in-law, Song Qiao’er, pushed open the wooden door and walked inside. Song Qiao’er was a tall woman with thick arms and waist. She wore a gray cotton jacket. From the eyes of an ordinary person, or at least from Lin Lixuan’s eyes, she wasn’t ugly. Song Qiao’er had good facial features. Her round

Ger Yan exclaimed in surprise. He slightly opened his lips to show two or three white teeth. He hugged Lin Lixuan’s sleeve with an uneasy expression. The padded jacket on Lin Lixuan’s shoulder were pulled down by him. Could this really been done by his brother? He couldn’t be blamed for thinking this way—Ji Qian’s

Zhao Liniang lowered her head and thought about it. The next words she said started Zhao Xingde. “Ten catties of lean meat, ten catties of fatty meat, twenty catties of pork belly… Hmm, add another pork rib.” Zhao Xingde’s eyes widened. This was so much. He rubbed his lip and subconsciously looked for the old

“Auntie Zhao, you raised them too well. Even I want to nourish my grandmother’s body…” Ger Qiu washed the steamer and wiped the flour from the table with a rag. Zhao Liniang smiled helplessly. The wrinkles on her face deepened. “I’ll have Ger Yan bring you a hen in a few days…” Ger Qiu quickly

Zhao Qingqing? What was he doing here on such a cold day? Ji Qian stretched out his head and watched Zhao Qingqing’s back walk away. He didn’t stop him, but followed Zhao Qingqing curiously. As they said, shady actions meant shady business. Ji Qian, who was experienced in having affairs, felt like Zhao Qingqing had

Toward the end of the year, Zhao Liniang was able to eat and drink well for a few months. The chicken and ducks were also fat, strong, and lively. The firewood shed could no longer accommodate them. Zhao Liniang really was skilled at raising chickens and ducks. Many of the ones they bought survived. And

Liu Yufeng raised his eyes and glanced toward the door. Ji Yan’s second uncle, Ji Youjin’s, and his second aunt, Liu Yufeng’s, two sons, Ji Shu and Ji Ya, were standing. One had an ambiguous smile on his face, while the other had a blank expression as he followed his brother. It was Ji Shu

Ger Yan’ continued to nod. “Lin-dage, you’re right.” Although he suffered some grievances from Li Yue’e, Ger Yan’s heart became more steady. He was anxious and panicked before, questioning all day if he should tell them or not. He was afraid that if he told them, they would misunderstand his cousin-in-law. And if he didn’t

Lin Lixuan’s first attempt was to make snow skin mooncake, which didn’t need to be baked. Even under the conditions of the ancient times, they were easy to make. The small and delicate mooncake should have looked like the mold in his hand. It was a circle with waves on top. The center had a