Qiuye Hutong is already full and there is no room for it. This area was notified to be demolished before, and everyone started preparing to move as soon as the Spring Festival was over. Fei De'an seemed to be watching the fun, holding a purple clay pot in his hand and walking back and forth against the wall, making fun of others for being too impatient.
Uncle Hu stole his wife's silk scarf, wrapped up the stones he had collected, and said, "I have lived here for decades, and my relationship is deeper than yours, but for the sake of my granddaughter, I will move as soon as I am told."
Uncle Hu's son and daughter-in-law both live in high-rise apartments. His granddaughter occasionally comes to play on weekends, but she yells to go home when she comes. She is not used to this kind of courtyard house with several families living in it.
"Yes, there's no other pot that I don't want to open." Fei De'an was speechless. He didn't have a granddaughter. Turning around and walking home, I smelled the fragrance as soon as I entered the courtyard. Lin Yuzhu ordered him: "You can do either picking coriander or folding clothes. Don't wander around all day long."
Fei De'an rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll pick the coriander then. Have you finished baking the pot stickers? I have to eat twenty."
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