Finally it was time to leave home, the family got up early, Guo Xiaorong cleaned up in the room, Zheng Shuangmu went out for a walk, Zheng Yichen sat in the living room, with a trace of remembrance, looking at the familiar furnishings at home, not letting go of the slightest detail, just dreaming of returning home occasionally, and outlining a most real home in his sleep. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The kitchen sounded the sound of kitchen knives and cutting boards colliding, Zheng Huaru was preparing breakfast, her knife skills were on the same level as her cooking skills, it was miserable, and it was definitely a big face.

Those who are good cooks in the kitchen, when cutting vegetables and meat, the sound is staggered, the rhythm is clear, and it is very good.

And the sound of her knife chopping board is a remnant score that is not in the key at all, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, high and low, and the blunt and treacherous tone of the transposition is completely beyond the imagination of normal people.

In short, that kind of magical rhythm is like the recently popular divine comedy "My Skateboarding Shoes", Zheng Yichen couldn't hold it for a while, and couldn't help but chant along: "Friction, friction, like the devil's pace......"

He recited the Divine Comedy in his mouth, got up and went into the kitchen, Zheng Huaru's slightly rickety back was impressive, her shoulders staggered, occasionally stopped moving, wiped something on her face with her hands, and then continued to chop vegetables.

Zheng Yichen knew that Zheng Huaru was reluctant to him, and he was secretly sad, which made the already clumsy knife skills even more unbearable, he originally wanted to come in and laugh a few words, but when he saw this situation, his throat choked, and he said emotionally: "Mom, don't cry, I won't come back in the future, are you so emotional?" ”

"I don't want to cry either, I can't hold back my ......" Zheng Huaru had red eyes and teary eyes, picked up the kitchen knife, and fought to the death with the vegetables lying on the cutting board, "The taste of this onion is too choking, don't get close, go out quickly, lest you be like me, you will definitely not buy onions in the future, it's really troublesome." ”

Zheng Yichen's face froze: "It turned out that I was choked by onions." ”

"That's right, what did you just say about me? Can't bear you? Sensibility? ”

Zheng Yichen walked out of the kitchen with an arrow step, and said helplessly: "I didn't say this, you heard it wrong." ”

He muttered secretly: "Cutting onions early in the morning, it's really enough!" ”

After all, it was her son's last meal when he went home this time, Zheng Huaru took breakfast as the main meal, and it took more than an hour to make six dishes and one soup.

There is no joy on his face, his stomach and intestines are already churning like a sea, and his mood at the moment is nothing more than thinking about feeling his mother's love, and it is best not to taste his mother's love.

When Zheng Huaru put the last dish on the table, Zheng Shuangmu happened to step into the house, he went out in the morning empty-handed, and came back with a bulging bag in his hand.

Zheng Yichen asked curiously, "Dad, didn't you go for a walk?" Why did you bring back the loot? ”

Zheng Shuangmu smiled faintly, didn't answer, opened the zipper, spread out the bag, and let Zheng Yichen take a look at the items in the bag.

Zheng Yichen couldn't help but feel hot when he saw it, it turned out that the bag was filled with a dazzling array of food, most of which were native products from his hometown, and some snacks that Zheng Yichen had loved since he was a child.

When he was a child, because of his greed, he was not less affected by Zheng Shuangmu's counting, but he didn't expect that at the same time, Zheng Shuangmu had already touched his eating and drinking hobbies, and went out early in the morning, taking a walk was an excuse, and the main purpose was to sweep the goods for his son.

This is his father Zheng Shuangmu, who is silent and unsmiling, but his dignified fatherly love is no less than any sensational parent.

Zheng Yichen took the bag with a smile, his eyes lit up, like a few treasures: "Salty and fragrant peanuts, Huizhou bunch sand, fermented bean curd cake...... Dad, you'll have to walk around the village to collect all these things! ”

Zheng Shuangmu lit a cigarette and spit out a puff of smoke rings: "Most of the shops are not open, I just slammed the door loudly, waking people up to buy things, they still have opinions, as soon as they heard that it was bought for you, they didn't say anything, and they also made a friendly price, 20% off." ”

Zheng Yichen thought of Zheng Shuangmu slapping the door wildly, pulling people out of the warm quilt like a shrew calling the street, and couldn't help laughing.

Zheng Huaru came over with a black face, snatched the cigarette from Zheng Shuangmu's mouth, pressed it in the ashtray, and said angrily: "When it's time to eat, don't smoke, hurry up and bring me to the table to eat." ”

The father and son didn't dare to disobey, shouted to obey, obediently went to the table and sat down, Guo Xiaorong in the room was also called out by Zheng Huaru, and the four of them gathered around a table and began to eat.

Guo Xiaorong naturally picked up a piece of green pepper, put two slices of fried meat into Zheng Yichen's bowl, and Zheng Yichen's reward was a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs.

During these days, under Zheng Huaru's deliberate matchmaking, the relationship between the two gradually warmed up, and occasionally there were some intimate actions between young couples, and serving each other's vegetables was considered pediatric.

When she was in G City, Guo Xiaorong was very vigilant, and Zheng Yichen's occasional outrageous words could also cause her to run wild, and she couldn't wait to directly make a ferocious over-the-shoulder fall to cook Zheng Yichen.

Now, the two are a couple who can clasp their fingers in front of their elders, sleep with each other at night, and put a sincere fart in the quilt to keep warm.

Although a few nights of sleeping close to him, a little shame that should have happened, something that men and women love to do, did not happen, but Zheng Yichen was very patient and was not in a hurry.

Zheng Yichen frowned, ate the meat slices silently, and the green pepper was not sent to his mouth for a long time.

Guo Xiaorong glanced at him, and her face was cold: "Don't be picky, hurry up and put it in my stomach." ”

"Other dishes are still discussed, green peppers are really ......"

"Don't like green peppers? You think you're Shinnosuke Nohara? Don't be pretentious with me. ”

Zheng Yichen was like a death row prisoner, closed his eyes, stuffed the green pepper into his mouth, chewed it a few times, squirmed up and down in his esophagus, and swallowed it into his stomach.

"Great, I'm alive."

Before he could congratulate himself on his escape, Guo Xiaorong put a few more green peppers into his bowl with a sly smile.

A desperate wail rang out at the table.

Zheng Yichen ate green peppers with tears, and secretly slandered in his heart: "If I don't take you to play with people like this, it seems that the title of 'good wife of the nation' has nothing to do with you in this life." ”

Zheng Huaru's eyes lit up, and she was full of praise for Guo Xiaorong's iron-fisted policy, saying that she had her own style back then: "Xiaorong, you did it right, this child can't get used to it, he was a picky eater when he was a child, I just grabbed his ears and fed ......him hard one bite after another."

Looking at this posture, Guo Xiaorong may not be a "good wife of the people", but in the eyes of Zheng Huaru, her mother-in-law, she is already a well-deserved "good daughter-in-law of the people".