After Jiang Hua returned to the farm, Lin Zeng took care of the farm, and most of the work was reduced. Lin took care of the farm, most of the tasks he had to complete because he needed help caring for the plants and animals.

Compared with him, Jiang painting is more of a sincere love.

All right.

Although the two of them have a common language in many ways of life, there seems to be a big difference about this.

In Lin Zeng's heart, he didn't think that waving a hoe and being busy among the ridges was a happy thing.

However, Jiang Hua always regarded this kind of mechanical and simple labor as a relaxation after other work.

If Lin Zeng chooses, planting and breeding, it is really not as interesting as studying the breeder's information.

Of course, disagreements are inevitable.

As long as the basic three views are in tune, it is not difficult to run in these respective hobbies.

Lin Zeng and Jiang Hua are not people who have a brain fever and hormone secretion, and abandon everything for love.

As Yang Jiang said: "Husband and wife should be lifelong friends, and the most important thing between husband and wife is the relationship between friends, even if they are not intimate friends, at least they should be friends who can be partners or partners who respect each other." A relationship between lovers rather than friends cannot last. ”

In the process of getting along, they understand each other's lifestyles and personality views, so they will get along more and more harmoniously.

This sentence aptly describes the relationship between Lin Zeng and Jiang Hua.

To be honest, in the past few days when Jiang Hua was away, Lin Zeng felt quite unaccustomed.

There is no one to accompany the meal, and the amount of food is small.

When Jiang Hua came back, Lin Zeng was happy, his hands didn't stop, and he didn't pay attention, and made more than three catties of heart-to-heart pattern meat slices for Miss Lannie in one go.

Miss Lannie was greedy, looking at the tender and tender slices of meat, and forced her stomach to eat them all.

Although I don't know how Miss Lannie ate a piece of meat that is more than ten times larger than her own body, this time a large piece of meat seems to have really reached Miss Lanny's limit.

Lying on the table, struggling to swallow the last of her thoughts, Miss Lanny couldn't even wave her wings, her belly turned upward, and her compound eyes were dull.

If it weren't for the two wails that came out from time to time, "It's so supportive!", "My belly is going to break!", "I'm so full!", Lin Zeng almost thought that Miss Lanny was in shock.

"Why did you eat so much meat for the little mantis at once?" Jiang Hua came back from the back mountain, she was carrying a large bamboo basket behind her, and the bamboo basket was half green and half yellow oranges, and she saw the pink and purple mantis lying on the dining table for an afternoon, unable to even fly, and said speechlessly. "She's okay now, right? Well, I don't know if the praying mantis can take some stomach and digestion tablets. ”

"Hehe," Lin Zeng smiled a little embarrassed and embarrassed, he was actually just itching his hands for a while, just when he was drawing the mental pattern, he seemed to have some breakthroughs and comprehensions, and he couldn't stop it for a while, and he made too much, but he didn't expect Miss Lanny to be greedy, and he ate it all in one go, "It should be, it's okay, let her rest for a while." ”

Jiang Hua put down the bamboo basket and said: "This is a few old orange trees on the back mountain, I saw that some oranges have ripened and soft, pick some down, don't look small, but very sweet, taste it." ”

This old orange tree is not a plant that Lin once cultivated.

When the land was leased in the back mountain, there was an orange grove abandoned by fruit farmers, and after leveling the land, Jiang Hua left a few plants for their own consumption, which was more than enough.

Most of the nutrients for these oranges come from the chickens, ducks and geese running around the mountains inadvertently passing by, which is not as effective as compound fertilizer.

She also didn't prune the fruit. The more fruits there are, the smaller they are.

Not to mention the protection of the fruit bagging, so the fruit is exposed to the wind and sun, and the color is not as uniform and clean as the skin of the fruit on the market, as well as rough pimples. Putting it on the market is completely a bad result that customers don't bother to look at.

But these semi-wild greenish-yellow oranges taste really good.

The skin is very thin, and you have to tear it carefully with your fingernails, then reveal the orange-yellow juicy orange petals, tear some white oranges, stuff them into your mouth, and bite into them, almost half of the orange will be bitten off.

The sweet, sour orange juice overflows between the lips and teeth, making people appetize, and they can't help but move on to the next one.

Even if it's not a breeder-bred variety, it can still impress their taste buds.

Jiang Hua washed his hands, sat cross-legged at the low table, grabbed a few oranges, and placed them in front of him. When she came back from the back mountain, she was feeling thirsty, and she ate five or six in the blink of an eye.

"Don't look at its small size and ugly appearance, it is actually a good variety promoted by the Haixi Provincial Academy of Agricultural Sciences ten years ago, with a sweet taste, high yield and few pits. It's a pity that oranges can't be sold for money in recent years. Imported Australian oranges are more than ten pounds per catty, and our local oranges, when the price is less than five cents in the peak season, are not enough for fertilizer and labor costs to manage picking, so no one manages it. Jiang Hua enjoyed eating, and soon there was a stack of orange peels in front of him, and he said regretfully while eating.

Jiang Hua mentioned it casually, but Lin Zeng fell into thought.

Jiang Hua ate more than ten oranges in one go, and finally quenched her thirst, she saw Lin Zeng pinching a small green orange, her eyes were empty, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

She didn't bother, just stood up and went to the kitchen to toss dinner.

Not!

It was nice to have someone to eat with.

She can cook several more dishes, each of which is enjoyable.

Lin Zeng sat at the low table, holding the orange in his hand, quietly, intently thinking about the sudden thought just now, even Miss Lanny, who was slumped on the table, flapped her wings and flew away from the window silently.

Miss Lannie did not fly towards her orchid house, but in the direction of the urban area of Qinghe City, high and low, flying with some effort.

Her speed was much slower than usual, and her wings flapped much less frequently, like a person who was eating and supporting, holding her stomach and walking slowly against the wall.

Miss Lanny flew to Qinghe City this time, and she didn't carry anything else in her small space.

Jiang Hua's food is very fast, less frying and cooking, more use of braised food, barbecue and steaming, plus a complete set of household appliances in the kitchen, can quickly complete a hearty meal within an hour.

Oven roast, pressure cooker soup, rice cooker steaming, pan frying, iron pan stir-fry.

When she finished preparing dinner and went to the small hall to call Lin Zeng to eat, she found that there was a pile of paper full of words on the low table in the small hall, and Lin Zeng was immersed in writing.

Lin Zeng's writing speed is very fast, like shorthand, but the handwriting on the paper is handsome and elegant.

Jiang Hua walked up behind Lin Zeng curiously, wanting to see what he was writing in the hour.