There is no doubt that there is no doubt that the people involved have no doubt, after eating, everyone lay down under the pine tree with the only crooked neck on the top of the mountain, and then continued to work enthusiastically, eating and drinking are all powerful, and they are all relatives in the township, and the work does not need to be urged, the sun has not yet set, and all today's rice seedlings have been planted in the field. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There was no need for so many people at dinner, Wen Xu gave each of them a few catties of yellow eels for them to take home, and then gave each box of drinks.

"Slow down!" Wen Xu sent the last person away, turned around and returned to the small courtyard, closed the door and went straight to the pot house to prepare dinner.

"What do you want to eat at night?" Wen Xu turned to Zhuo Yiqing and asked.

"I want to eat vegetarian fried dumplings with pot chicken!" Zhuo Yiqing didn't think about it, and said immediately.

Wen Xu stretched out his hand and praised: "Exquisite!"

Wen Xu didn't care what Zhuo Yiming ate, anyway, he was good at fiddling with these here, so he recognized this little hobby of tongue.

After saying that, he automatically went out to catch the chicken, of course, Wen Xu didn't go far here, he directly took a slightly smaller rooster out of the space, walked to the door, and didn't say much about the rooster's head back, grabbed it with one hand, and began to pull the hair on the rooster's neck with the other hand, pulled out a piece of meat a few times, took out a knife and swiped it gently, and threw the little rooster to the ground.

I only heard the sound of flapping wings on the ground, and the little rooster who was dying was dying, and the vitality of the little thing in the space was tenacious, and it was stunned for a while before it stopped.

Go back to the house to boil water to fade the chicken feathers, Wen Xu now has to kill the chicken several times a month, and he can kill it easily, and a set of jobs is done, like flowing water, it doesn't take a few minutes, and the sleek chick is only left with the flesh powder body of Chiguoguo.

The chicken head and chicken neck have chicken feet, Wen Xu and Zhuo Yiqing do not touch, and the fit between the two who have nothing in common at this point rarely reaches 100%. Although you have to make it if you don't eat it, this thing has always been in the mouth of scum.

was chopping chickens here, the phone in his pocket rang, Wen Xu quickly wiped his hands, took out the phone and saw that it was Zhao Defang, the virtuous king.

"Hey, do you see the dead winter?"

Zhao Defang snorted: "I saw it, but his mental state is not good!"

"Sick?" Wen Xu asked with a slight frown.

Zhao Defang shook his head slightly on the other end of the phone, took a puff of cigarette between his fingers and said: "No, I feel as if something big has happened, it used to be a regenerative disease, the harsh winter is still there, people always have spirit, but this time I saw that he was completely different, the whole person seemed to be emptied, listless, that is, I went to see him, this goods is also lazy, I couldn't say a word and drove me out, saying that he wanted to rest."

Hearing Zhao Defang say this, Wen Xu's heart couldn't help but sink for a moment, and after thinking about it for a while, he asked Zhao Defang a little more worriedly: "Didn't you get any ......?"

Wen Xu didn't go on, whether it was true or not, Wen Xu didn't want to say the word terminal illness, but he had this worry in his heart.

Zhao Defang also had the same concerns as Wen Xu in his heart, and said with a gloomy face: "I don't know, I asked him, and he didn't tell me, just said that it was a small cold! The whole house is also messy like a dog kennel, and no one has cleaned it up for a long time."

"Then I'll go over and see him in two days!" Wen Xu was a little worried about this kid in his heart: "It's almost the time of the Dragon Boat Festival, just go back to Mingzhu with Yiqing."

"Okay, then notify me when you come, let's go together," Zhao Defang said.

"Hmm!" Wen Xu didn't know what to say to Zhao Defang below, if there was nothing wrong with the harsh winter, everyone would be fine, then they would definitely have to blow two sentences, who still has the heart to talk about anything else, said I hung up, heard Zhao Defang hum, Wen Xu hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Wen Xu didn't put the phone back in his pocket, just threw it to the side, and stood next to the console and was stunned.

After about three minutes, I heard my name called in my ear.

"Warm, warm!"

When he came back to his senses, Zhuo Yiqing was already standing beside him.

Zhuo Yiqing saw Wen Xu looking at her, and immediately said, "What's the matter, your expression is a little scared, iron blue, and your brows are about to twist into a ball."

"It's nothing!" Wen Xu reached out to support Zhuo Yiqing's face, and gently rubbed his fingers twice.

"What flavor do you want to eat, is it spicy or sour and spicy, sour and spicy is my own creation, I used some tomato sauce, sour and slightly spicy is very good for rice" Wen Xu put down his hand, his expression returned to his usual expression, picked up the kitchen knife and continued to chop the chicken, and asked while chopping.

Zhuo Yiqing didn't have any scheming, and was interrupted by Wen Xu's side, and immediately shifted his attention to the pot chicken: "Since you said that there is an exclusive secret system, naturally eat the exclusive secret one!"

"Okay, just wait and see," Wen Xu said with a smile in the tone of running a hall on TV.

Zhuo Yiqing walked to Wen Xu's side, watched Wen Xu chop meat, and immediately said, "Slow!"

Waiting for the knife in Wen Xu's hand to stop, Zhuo Yiqing quickly picked up a small piece of minced meat with skin, turned around and ran.

Wen Xu didn't have to think about it to know what she was doing with this thing, what else could she do besides feeding that little night owl? Looking at Zhuo Yiqing's back as she disappeared at the door, Wen Xu shrugged her shoulders and began to boil water, copied the chicken once, removed the blood foam and put it into the pot over high heat to add ingredients and stir-fry, and when it was almost fried, she put a small iron pot on the wood stove, transferred the chicken to the iron pot, put it on medium heat to collect the juice, and then put a circle of batter cakes around the pot.

The chicken in the pot is on the pot, Wen Xu here began to chop the vegetable filling, Wen Xu's vegetarian three fresh, with leek foam, egg foam and mushrooms, mushrooms with the kind of fresh blue cap mushrooms produced in the mountains, with this thing what monosodium glutamate and the like don't need to put it, as long as it is accompanied by a little ginger foam, garlic foam, if you want more soup, add a little water to dry the blue cap mushrooms, Wen Xu did not put it because his girlfriend ordered fried dumplings!

And noodles, chop a set of stuffing, the juice of the chicken in the pot here is also put away, turn off the fire and continue to simmer for a while, Wen Xu replaced the frying pan with a small wood stove, added firewood to heat the pot, and then put a little oil in the pot, put the dumplings into the pot, fry them over low heat, pour some starch juice between the dumplings when it is almost good, cover the pot with medium heat, and wait for the juice to dry up between the fried dumplings and the fried dumplings to form ice prismatic ice flowers.

As soon as the dumplings were good, the pot chicken was just in the mouth, Wen Xu and Zhuo Yiqing sat on the table, and the other two family members, Dongliang and scum, squatted on the ground, and everyone started.

Wen Xu's craftsmanship is not covered, Zhuo Yiqing, who eats, calls Wen Xu a weight loss nemesis!

After eating, Wen Xu took Dongliang out to the bay, and Zhuo Yiqing was at home watching TV with scum. Waiting for Wen Xu to come back after a turn, he saw that there were not only scum in the family, but even Khan squeezed to the front of the TV, sat on the small bench with his head stretched, and watched TV like a person.

"When did it come?"

Zhuo Yiqing said: "I turned on the TV and Khan came in for a while, I haven't taken it to watch TV with me before?"

Wen Xu said: "I have nothing to do and take a monkey to watch TV, I can't think of it! Okay, there is nothing else, I take a bath and sleep."

"I'll watch it for a while and sleep" Zhuo Yiqing is now the standard Ge You paralysis, and there is a little night owl under one arm, no need to ask, whether it is a scum or a khan, it is estimated that Zhuo Yiqing is a little bit worse, and the poor night owl is either reduced to the khan's plaything or the scum's mouth.

Wen Xu took a shower and went to bed, slept until midnight, felt sore, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Zhuo Yiqing was like an octopus, holding himself from behind his own quilt, one leg was still hanging on his waist, two arms were on his shoulders, his face was tightly attached to his back, and there was a little saliva, and he reached out to touch a smell of saliva.

"I said how did I dream and was tortured by the devil, it turned out to be you!" Wen Xu whispered, and at the same time reached out and pinched Zhuo Yiqing's Xiaoqiong's nose.

Let Wen Xu pinch it like this, Zhuo Yiqing, who was sleeping, subconsciously waved her hand, turned over and turned to the side, and then began to grab the quilt, and coiled the quilt into her arms with both hands and feet, and continued to sleep with such a hold. I have to say, this girl sleeps so boldly!

Wen Xu got out of bed, stretched her sore waist and shoulders, and saw the little night owl on the table, this little thing was quite alert, and Wen Xu came here to see it staring at him with big eyes.

"Look at it!" Wen Xu picked up the night owl's nest, left the bedroom and threw it into the space, went to the toilet and put some water in the house, and returned to the house to continue sleeping.

The next day, I continued to get up in the morning to take the night owl out of the space, run with Mr. Chi below, open the greenhouse, and then come back to cook and plant seedlings.

After a few busy days, Wen Xu's side returned to his old leisure.

This year's Dragon Boat Festival is at the beginning of June, and there is only one person in Wen Xu's family, so it is obvious that Zhuo Yiqing cannot accompany Wen Xu here for the festival and let his parents celebrate the holiday, and Wen Xu can't be so rude, and pull Zhuo Yiqing to accompany him. The warmth of living as a person is very simple, where the daughter-in-law lives, she can go wherever she goes! In addition, he has to see what is going on with this kid in the harsh winter, so it is very wise to move to Mingzhu for the holidays.

Zhuo Yiqing had already informed Zhuo's mother two days ago, whether it was duck eggs or reed leaves, Wuhuang did not need to prepare, and it would be served by Wen Xu, the prospective son-in-law.

The custom here in Wen Xu's hometown, the Dragon Boat Festival is not only to eat five yellows, eat brown seeds, and hang wormwood, but also one item may not be found elsewhere, that is, to eat boiled white garlic, that is, to put the whole garlic in the pot and cook it and then eat, anyway, it is a custom to live how it was before.

Other things are easy to get, such as salted duck eggs are not replaced by more delicious salted goose eggs, cucumbers, yellow eels or something, Wen Xu is here how much there is, realgar wine can be bought with money, usually who has nothing to do to do this thing, they are all bought, only two things to do by themselves, one is reed leaves, the other is wormwood.

Wen Xu is in the countryside here, and if you still want to buy these two things, it will be a joke.

"Are you ready, hurry up, the night owl is stuck in the bucket, and a big stone is pressed on it, and the door is locked, the scum and the khan are just a dog and a monkey, not a thief, let alone a dragon brother and a tiger brother!"

Wen Xu's head was almost full of black lines, and Zhuo Yiqing had been tossing since half an hour ago, so that when he left, the night owl could safely spend the days without himself by his side.

But because her desire to protect was too overflowing, Wen Xu was tired to watch.

"Okay, okay!" Zhuo Yiqing clapped her hands, and then carefully closed the door, not to close it but also to lock it, and after thinking for a while, she directly took a rope and threaded it, and hung it on the neck of Dong Liang.

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