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The old man's clothes were obviously bigger, and they were swaying on Shen Miao's body, and the old man found him a straw rope as a belt to fix, and the local atmosphere was undoubtedly displayed, Shen Miao didn't care, but felt very novel, carrying the washed shoes in one hand, and the washed clothes in the other, and happily walked along the broken ridge with bare feet.

The old man held the dishes and chopsticks and followed behind.

Yang Xingfeng, who had been peeking at the scene, was obviously stunned, he had seen many sides of Liu Nianlang, he was arrogant and indifferent in the open, elegant and attractive in his manners, and he was secretly swaying, and his moaning voice was fascinating. However, such a sunny and happy laughing side is something he has never seen.

To be honest, Yang Xingfeng prefers the current Liu Nianlang to those noodles.

But...... Yang Xingfeng smiled, his heart can't be confused, this person is too good at pretending, and he will fall into his way if he is not careful.

Shen Miao followed the old man to his house, and the old man tied a straw rope to Shen Miao in the open space outside the house, and asked him to dry his clothes while the sun was shining, and then went into the house to find sauce.

Shen Miao complied, and after finishing, he sat in front of the old man's house, dried his hair, and washed his hair while the water was still clean.

The old man took some grass in one hand, and carried a clay pot out in the other, handed the clay pot to Shen Miao, and then sat down next to Shen Miao and rubbed the grass.

Shen Miao carefully lifted the clay pot and untied the bamboo leaves covering her head, and a familiar fragrance came to her face. It is a home-made soybean paste, his grandmother often made it when he was a child, and it is rarely bought in the countryside, and the sauce color is adjusted by this soybean sauce, and sometimes the old man will cover some bamboo shoots to go in, which is super delicious, and can also tear out the bamboo shoots one by one, Shen Miao couldn't help drooling when he thought about it.

The old man couldn't help laughing: "It's so delicious?" ”

Shen Miao nodded violently: "Of course, if you cover some bamboo shoots and the old man goes in, it will be even more delicious." ”

The old man paused obviously, and Shen Miao wondered: "What?" The old man put down the grass in his hand, went in and took a pair of chopsticks, reached into the clay pot, and took something out to feed Shen Miao.

Shen Miao opened her mouth to eat, and her eyes immediately lit up, and it was actually the old man with bamboo shoots: "Wow, it turns out that the old man likes this." ”

The old man handed the chopsticks to Shen Miao, lowered his head and continued to rub the grass.

Shen Miao looked at the chopsticks with unfinished eyes, and wanted to eat more, but there was a shortage of food here, and it was not easy for the old man to make such a little sauce, so he still didn't eat it. I didn't want the old man to say: "If you like it, taste it again, it's the bamboo shoot season, you can dig it." ”

"Digging bamboo shoots?" Shen Miao was surprised, "Can bamboo shoots still grow here?" ”

"There is no Huangjianao Village, but there is one more way to the village next door." Old man said.

"Won't you be told to dig in the village next door?" Shen Miao remembered that when she was a child, her grandmother's bamboo gardens were all divided into households, and the farmers watched their bamboo shoots very closely, even if they grew more, they would not be mistaken.

"Naturally, it will be said, but even if they know that it was stolen by the people of Huangjianao Village, they don't dare to come in."

"Oh yes." Shen Miao smiled, as soon as she came in, she would be confused and be treated as the head of the village, and if she didn't do well, she would die, so she said, "Then can I dig it?" ”

"Anyone can do it, it's just ......" The old man paused and pointed to the steep hill not far away, "No one helps, can you climb over it alone?" ”

Shen Miao scratched her head, no one helped let alone turn over, she didn't know the road, so she had to hang her head, but she was unwilling to think about it, and raised her head to chart the route up the mountain.

The old man shook his head: "The soil on the top of the mountain is very loose, and there are pits all over the ground, and if you don't pay attention, you will fall down, so don't think about it." ”

Shen Miao lowered her head unwillingly when she heard this.

The old man smiled, finished the work at hand, and handed the braided straw sandals to Shen Miao: "Here, wear this first, the passers-by here are inaccessible, and it is not suitable for bare feet." ”

Shen Miao was stunned and quite moved, the old man not only provided food, but also made straw sandals for him, he didn't know how to thank the old man.

The old man ignored Shen Miao's gratitude: "The sun is high, I want to sleep for a while." ”

Shen Miao remembered that the old man had the habit of taking a nap, and hurriedly returned the clay pot to the old man: "You go, I'll go see the horse and the dendrobium." ”

The old man nodded: "Remember to eat snails at night." Then he went in and closed the door.