Guan Yao sobbed, and she wanted to go to the bathroom to wash her face, but Chen Yi grabbed her arm.

"What's wrong with you? I'm crying like this." He asked with great concern.

Guan Yao, who had already cried, calmed down.

"I want to go home."

"Your Pengcheng family is not too far from this. Now that you want to go back, what's going on at home, right?" Chen Yi heard her words, and combined with her pear blossoms with rain, he guessed that something must have happened.

"Well, my aunt said that the house in my hometown collapsed."

"Are your family okay?"

"No, I want to take my aunt and dad over and arrange another place for them to live."

Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that you're fine. Do you want me to accompany you?"

Guan Yao looked at his eyes and said timidly:

"It's better not to worry, you don't have to follow me..."

In fact, Chen Yi doesn't agree with her going back.

There was a snow disaster outside, and many people were stuck in the station and couldn’t leave. Can she buy a ticket if she went there? Can she leave if she bought a ticket?

So he said earnestly:

"The road is dangerous, most of the transportation outside are out of service. Look at the snow outside, you can be blocked on the road for four or five days, and be frozen and hungry every day. Do you think you can go there?"

Guan Yao was silent, Chen Yi said it very well, but what should my father and aunt do?

Chenyi quickly gave a solution:

"You call and ask them to stay at their relatives' house for a few days first, and have some care. When the snow disaster passes, I will take you to pick them up and buy some gifts and give some money to your relatives. Wouldn't that be true?"

Guan Yao thought quietly, thinking that what he said made sense, and the impact of the heavy snow disaster had indeed been reported in the news.

It seems that I am too excited and did not think carefully about the actual situation.

Let’s wait for the disaster to pass for the time being.

Chen Yi dispelled her intention to go back in just a few words.

Seeing that her mood had stabilized slightly, Chen Yi raised his hand and flicked it gently on her forehead.

"I'll cook today, you go and wash your face."

"Well! Next time I change the place and don't make my head stupid." Guan Yao quickly covered her red forehead.

Chen Yi felt something was wrong when he heard this.

"It's stupid enough, it doesn't matter if it's stupid."

Guan Yao quickly called his aunt and asked them to live in a relative's house first.

Fortunately, my aunt's family did not go home this time, otherwise the whole family would have gone back and forth to their hometown, which would be even more difficult.

Chen Yi took out some of his specialties - egg custard, poached eggs, and boiled eggs.

In fact, he can also scramble eggs with leeks, scramble eggs with salt beans, egg white soup, egg rice with eggs, scrambled garlic shoots with eggs, egg peppers, egg tomatoes...

That's right, he has studied the eggs to the extreme.

Guan Yao looked at the table of eggs and thought to herself that she must cook by herself in the future, otherwise it would be fine? Will he not get tired of eating this one?

Seeing that Guan Yao had not put down his chopsticks for a long time, Chen Yi quipped:

"I know how to cook eggs, do you know?"

"I'll never let this guy cook in the future." Guan Yao thought silently in his heart.

But when she saw the golden color and perfect shape, like a work of art, she subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

She couldn't wait to get a piece of it, with crispy edges and not fully cooked egg yolks. It was half liquid and half solid, and it tasted quite fragrant.

The boiled eggs were peeled, and there was a dish of minced garlic and a dish of soy sauce next to them.

"It's really delicious, it's just a bit spicy, but it's delicious." Guan Yao feasted in big pieces and ate several boiled eggs.

The final egg custard tastes even more delicious.

The taste is smooth and melted in the mouth.

Accompanied with soy sauce and chopped green onion...

It's simply delicious.

However, it's not as delicious as I did!

I want to see who cooks better!

Guan Yao made up her mind to compete with Shen Yi.

Then in the past ten days, the Eight Immortals cooked and each showed their magical powers.

Guan Yao made all the dishes she knew.

Chenyi is also trying to make 100 eggs.

No duplicates every day.

Spicy and sour egg soup, wine tank eggs...

Not only did Guan Yao not get tired of eating, she also pestered Chen Yi to make better eggs.

...

About ten days have passed, and the two have been taking turns to cook and show their cooking skills.

And this snow disaster is about to pass.

Chen Yi drove the second-hand Santana and took Guan Yao to her hometown with him checking the map.

There is no electronic navigation now, so I have to turn the map.

Fearing boredom on the road, he bought two CDs from the vendor next to the road.

The vendor was wearing a military coat and riding a tricycle, and his face was red with cold. For the sake of life...

Chenyi chose Pavarotti cd that has been accumulated over the years and has accumulated dust.

Without bargaining, he took it away directly at the original price.

There are quite a lot of songs in CD, and he can sing a few words casually, but he is definitely not as awesome as others.

Although Guan Yao couldn't understand, she still felt it was very nice.

Chen Yi was still singing and cheering up his spirits on the road. When he was bored, he called Guan Yao to sing together.

Her voice is cold and ethereal, and she usually likes the songs of Teresa Teng and Faye Wong.

He is beautiful and he is better at singing.

I appreciate the benefits more.

He drove steadily and got on the highway and rushed all the way. Anyway, the snow had melted and there was no ice on the road.

In about five hours, he arrived at Guan Yao's hometown, Pengcheng, Wujun.

Chenyi went directly from the national highway to Guanyao's village.

She lives in the countryside.

Rural areas are much colder than cities.

As soon as I entered this village, I saw two rows of poplar trees lined up against the "cement road".

The poplar trees are bare, with only a few leaves hanging on them, and there are relatively large bird nests. I wonder if there are still birds living inside.

The snow in the fields has not been completely melted, and the road has not been repaired, and it looks muddy, so it is called a "cement road".

The wheat seedlings buried by heavy snow showed their heads, and the green tips showed white snow.

Cement roads in the village are very rare, and Chen Yi drives directly over the mud.

The old people who came out on both sides of the road were all wearing old flowery cotton jackets and sitting on large flat stones with crutches, or sitting on clean steps of other people's houses.

Some old people gathered around, used corn poles, straw and bean pods to set up a fire to keep warm and chat about their own situation.

As he was driving, Chen Yi ran into a team of people playing suona to worship the landlords and mourning.

In such a cold winter, many elderly people couldn't get through it.

When Guan Yao saw her hometown, she was naturally very excited and couldn't help but clench her palms.

What happened to my father? Are you in good health?

Is the aunt still like that?

What changes have happened at home?

Shenyi's car finally stopped.

He let go of his seat belt and got out of the car regardless of the mud.

The old house with a pigpen in front of him is Guan Yao’s hometown.

He looked at the wall made of red bricks and knocked on the wooden door locked with old-fashioned iron bolts and large locks.

There were couplets on the door that had faded and half of them were torn off by the naughty child.

Guan Yao smiled at him:
Chapter completed!