In front of the black-bellied Yang Yichen, Liu Qingxi was like an innocent little white rabbit, unaware of the tricks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The mother and son beside him have reached a tacit consensus.

"Qingxi, I haven't been in charge of banquets and guests in the countryside, can you come over and help when you turn around?" Wen asked her for help on the surface, but he was actually looking for an excuse to give his son a chance to get closer.

"Of course, auntie, if you don't say it, I will definitely help, don't worry. ”

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day when Wen promised to feast the villagers.

On this day, Shilipu was boiling, and today, the construction team of Liu Qingxi also suspended work to celebrate Yang Yichen's high school.

The Yang family's house, guests gathered, although there are no people with status and status in the town, although they are all simple people, but the simple faces are very comfortable to get along with.

Yesterday, Yang Yichen ordered people to prepare all kinds of ingredients from the town, and he was going to invite a few cooks, but who knew that Zhang Wuliang waved his hand directly and said no, and a few people from the village came back to help.

No, several capable women in the village led by the Liu family walked over here talking and laughing, and happened to meet Liu Qingxi: "Qingxi girl, you are also going to help?"

"Yes, auntie, let's be together. ”

When they came to the Yang family's house, the men had already set up a few cauldrons, and the firewood below was boiling, and the boiling hot water was bubbling with bubbles.

A few women rolled up their sleeves, and they were not polite, and directly began to help, cutting meat, washing vegetables, croquettes, division of labor and cooperation, and the movements were like flowing water, and at a glance they knew that they were usually used to kitchen work.

Liu Qingxi was also going to help, but he was stopped by Liu at the moment he stretched out his hand: "Your little girl's family, don't come to the side, be careful of scalding, we can do it here." ”

Several women are very sharp, and with Liu Qingxi's well-maintained skin and tender skin, they really can't bear to destroy it.

What's more, Liu Qingxi's contribution to the village is unprecedented, there is no one before and no one after him, he can be described as a national treasure, so he naturally has to be careful.

Helpless, Liu Qingxi would be disgusted by the big guy no matter what he did, so he could only go back to the backyard and watch the fish and flowers with the Wen family.

"Qingxi, come and see, this Zhuhai begonia flower is blooming today, how about it?"

Layers of petals come into view, and the fresh colors give off a slight fragrance.

The chaos and noise in the outer courtyard was the sound of the voice, which did not disturb the two people in the quiet path.

"Qingxi, how is your house now? The day before yesterday was busy, and my aunt didn't have time to ask. ”

"It's good, business is good, and more and more people are looking for me. "Liu Qingxi's house on hand has not decreased because of the acceleration of everyone's construction.

Because more and more people are coming to the fame.

After that, she carefully told Wen about her development process along the way, from the initial skepticism to the current trust, every step is very difficult, but every step is down-to-earth.

Wen's eyes were full of love and pity when she looked at her, this girl is also a person with a hard life, and she bears such a heavy burden at a young age.

"That's good, that's good, if you need help, feel free to come to me. When Wen first met, he had an inexplicable sense of intimacy with her.

It turns out that fate is here.

I don't know when, the young man dressed in green clothes stood behind the two women, and when Liu Qingxi reacted, Wen had quietly withdrawn.

Under the red begonia flowers, the girl's pink face is peachy, the ruddy lips are like rouge, and the big watery eyes are more like a fawn.

Yang Yichen couldn't suppress his heartbeat, but he pretended to be calm on his face.

Liu Qingxi, who didn't feel embarrassed, suddenly thought of ......

Isn't that the usual plot in countless novels, in the back garden, scholars and maidens......

It's a picture of a private meeting, although she is not a lady of everyone, but the situation is similar.

Especially when people come and go outside, there is a sense of taboo stimulation.

Liu Qingxi's face became redder and redder, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore and avoided Yang Yichen's hot gaze.

Outside the door, there are more and more people, and the corresponding tables, chairs, benches, and chopsticks are not enough.

This is not a big deal, the average person in the village does not look back too much, there are numbers, and like this case, there is no shame in taking their own, people are used to it.

The lively scene is as good as the New Year, and it can be said that Shilipu has not had such a grand scene in recent decades.

Zhang Wuliang, the village head, kept waving his arms and commanding everyone to maintain order at the scene.

The children crawled around under the table like monkeys, sometimes running behind the elders, and sometimes chasing and playing with their friends.

There are also those who can't move their steps when they smell the fragrance, keep smashing their mouths, and stand by the stove and watch.

In the distance, a sloppy woman approached slowly, and when she arrived, she was not polite at all, sat down, her hand stuffed with black ash between her fingernails swished out, and most of the plate of melon seeds was loaded away by her.

"You ......" other people are angry, how can there be such a shameless woman.

Who knew that people didn't feel hostility at all, and they bowed their heads happily.

"What am I doing, what's the matter, didn't the old man say that he would invite everyone to a banquet? Why can't I come if you can come? ”

The woman's triangular eyes rolled in the air, her nostrils turned to the sky, and she retorted triumphantly, not thinking that her approach was wrong.

The woman is none other than the Wang family, who hasn't come out to make trouble for a long time.

It is said that since this daughter has been deprived of her rights to be in charge of the family, she has been suppressed by the Jiang family from winter to now, and her husband Liu Boss has become more and more cold to her, and she has gradually given up on herself.

I don't like to dress up anymore, I roll my eyes more often, my temper is worse, and I am more sloppy.

The woman at the same table looked back, ready to move away from the disgusting Wang, but ...... But there are no more empty spaces.

The whole village is here, and this scene, the deafening noise makes you want to hear other people's words, and you must pull your throat to your ears.

Anan, as a personal servant, is a part-time housekeeper, responsible for coordinating the use of the kitchen and receiving guests.

No way, most of the people in the village don't come to eat for nothing, and if they have the conditions, they will send some good things, meat, cloth, and those who are in poor condition will also carry a basket of eggs saved at home.

These things are already the best gifts they can come up with.

Anan will not decide his attitude because of the value of other people's gifts, and he will treat them all equally.

"Thank you, thank you, my young master sent me to receive the big guy, please here. "This one hasn't been entertained yet, and the other one is coming again, and Anan is too busy to touch the ground.

Finally, when the others came, it was already more than an hour later.