In the winter of Yangcheng, there are no bald branches with dead leaves, no moonset cries accompanied by bells, and no white world with thousands of miles of ice and snow. As far as the eye can see, the grass and trees are still green, but it is a dull green, and even the lights under the cold wind are dim, and the people's dress is also bloated and clumsy.

It seems that everything is a little less pure, a little less energetic, a little less gloomy, and a lot less poetic.

But at least there's sunshine, nature's best gift this winter.

After Qiqi's cold was cured, although Yang Guo didn't take her out for a stroll during morning exercises, he would also take Qiqi out to bask in the sun in the afternoon when the sun was shining and the air outside was not so cold.

There is also a prerequisite for basking in the sun!

Yang Guo wouldn't just take Kiki outside so casually! After all, Kiki is too small, her body's resistance is very weak, and she can easily get cold. He usually wraps Kiki out tightly in a small quilt after feeding the milk in the afternoon.

At the beginning, he was a little embarrassed, because the quilt and strap are the characteristics of rural aunts when they take care of children! Walking out, Yang Guo was still dodging, afraid of seeing other people's strange eyes.

But then he was relieved, it's not a big deal, Kiki hasn't taken care of herself for eight months, at that time she was busy, she had no money and no good clothes, and she was still walking on the street with her arms in her arms?

Now that you have a little money, it's stinky? Do you want to save face and don't want a daughter? That's not going to work! Yang Guo deeply reflected on himself.

However, when he went out for a walk like this, Yang Guo didn't bother anymore, but Qiqi was not satisfied.

Kiki doesn't like to be restrained, she likes to move her hands and feet freely, especially when she is wrapped tightly in a quilt, like a mummy, it is very uncomfortable, and she struggles to get out.

"Hmmm! Uh-huh......" Kiki frowned and writhed, trying to find a gap to pull her little arm out.

"Don't move!" Yang Guo held down Kiki and clamped her little arm through the quilt.

"Ah~~~" Kiki let out a string of trills in a hurry, and she shouted, "To... To..."

"It's useless for you to cut your medicine!" Yang Guo smiled and did not relax.

Kiki was very aggrieved, her mouth was curled, and she cried with a wow, listening to her cry fiercely, if it weren't for the fact that there are not many people outside now, people would still think something had happened!

Kiki pear blossoms looked very pitiful with rain, and big tears kept rolling. But Yang Guo paid attention, although Qiqi cried with tears in her eyes, she cried a few times, and then she would stop a little to see her father's reaction.

Yang Guo was angry and funny, but at this time, no matter how soft-hearted he was, he would not let Qiqi struggle out of the quilt, so that her thin little body faced the still cold air.

"Don't cry!" Yang Guo rarely scolded Qiqi with a face, "If you cry again, I won't take you out next time!" ”

Kiki couldn't understand what her father said, but she could feel the change in her father's mood. After Yang Guo wiped away Kiki's tears with a small handkerchief, Kiki sobbed while looking at her father's harsh face in fear, and her voice gradually stopped.

She was still a little aggrieved, but she didn't dare to cry anymore. Yang Guo wiped all the tears on Qiqi's face, otherwise it would dry up and crack when the wind blew.

"That's right!" Yang Guo kissed Qiqi's little face with satisfaction, "If you want to play, you will come home later, and Dad will let you have a good time." ”

However, Qiqi is still very young, often the scars are healed and forget the pain, and the next time she comes out, she is struggling and crying again, and Yang Guo has to take the trouble to "teach" her once every time.

This is all a small episode, basking in the sun in winter is actually a particularly happy thing.

Walking along the artificial lake in the community, the father and daughter dominate the entire scenery.

Although it is only an artificially built garden, it is also unique on this winter afternoon. The warm sunlight spreads down and falls on the silent surface of the lake, reflecting the colorful colors; Falling on the tips of the withered and wilted grass, flowing with a lustre; And when it falls on Kiki's delicate and ruddy little face, it spreads a holy light.

Qiqi squinted comfortably in the sun, smiled happily, and the sunshine set off, Yang Guo looked at Qiqi, as if returning to the top of the Yellow Mountain during the graduation tour, the sea of clouds in the ethereal mountains, there is a colorful Buddha light, so beautiful that people want to bow to the ground.

Isn't this the case at this time?

On Friday night, Yang Guo took Qiqi to his godmother's house.

Song Zhiwen and his family finally came back, because they brought delicious domestic chickens in their hometown, and their godmother Liu Suqin summoned Yang Guo over for dinner.

After conveying the order, Song Zhiwen also said with a smile: "Lao Guo, the winter solstice left you alone, and you will come back today to make up for it." ”

Yang Guo didn't dare to agree with Song Zhiwen's words, the three words "make up for a meal" are not wrong, but the object of "making up" is not Yang Guo, it is definitely the greedy Song Zhiwen!

When he arrived at his godmother's house, of course, it was Yang Guo himself who was in charge. Because they went back to their hometown, it was the winter solstice, and these days Liu Suqin gave the nanny and aunt at home a holiday, and asked her to go back to celebrate the festival with her family. So it's not so much to make up a meal for Yang Guo, it's better to make up for Song Zhiwen himself!

In the afternoon, the godmother took the domestic chickens brought back from her hometown to the market to find someone to kill and clean up the hair and internal organs, and put them in the basket, saving Yang Guo a lot of trouble. The other dishes have also been bought, and Yang Guo just needs to roll up his sleeves and go into battle.

Song Zhiwen wanted to be lazy, but his godmother didn't give it, so she drove him from the sofa to the kitchen with a broom and asked him to give Yang Guo a hand.

"You choose the vegetables and wash the vegetables." Yang Guo commanded, he was dealing with the slick chicken at this time.

Although Song Zhiwen looked unaverse and muttered complaining about his mother's inhumanity, he was still very diligent and hardworking, and he didn't cut corners when choosing vegetables and washing vegetables.

The domestic chickens in Song Zhiwen's hometown are very famous!

Because the climate there is mild, the rainfall is abundant, the land is relatively fertile, agriculture, forestry, animal husbandry, sideline and fishery can be developed in an all-round way, and the local agricultural products are mainly rice, barley, wheat, corn, cassava, sweet potato, peanuts and soybeans, which provide the main source of feed for raising chickens. And the local terrain is dominated by hills and hills, green bamboo into sprouts, shrubs into forests, evergreen in all seasons, more insects, in addition, there are a large number of rivers, water reservoirs, rich in fish, shrimp, snails, clams and the like and their by-products, natural bait is abundant, provides more animal protein feed for raising chickens.

Moreover, domestic chickens generally rarely use feed containing hormones, and are mostly stock-based, so although the domestic chickens in their hometown are small, they have developed subcutaneous and intermuscular fat, and are famous for their delicious meat, thin skin and soft bones.

Although Yang Guo had already eaten it at He Wenzhuo's house during the winter solstice, the raw materials were much better this time, so Yang Guo still chose to make white cut chicken.

Wash the cauldron, put in the whole chicken that has just been processed again, add water, just cover the chicken, and turn on the fire to boil the water. While waiting, Yang Guo was not idle, and he began to deal with other dishes.

"Hmm!" Seeing Song Zhiwen choosing vegetables diligently, Yang Guo's eyes rolled, and an idea popped up in his heart.

He turned around and ran outside, turned off the water heater, and returned to the kitchen, where he quietly continued to do what he was doing. Washing carrots, pork, pots, dishes, and cutting boards is very delicate, and within a while, the hot water stored in the water heater is consumed.

Yang Guo snickered and stood in front of the gas stove, flipped the chicken every five minutes with chopsticks, and watched the situation.

Song Zhiwen sang a rap song in his mouth, and chose the dishes in a good way. Hey, he picked up the basin and unscrewed the faucet to get ready to clean.

"Woohoo!" There was a ghost crying wolf howl, and Song Zhiwen just put his hand in the **** basin, and suddenly jumped up.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" The godmother ran over nervously, "Got it?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Guoqiang said with a smile.

"Who said it was okay!" Song Zhiwen indignantly accused, "Old fruit, you are too hateful! I secretly turned off the hot water! Mom, you don't even know how cold this water is! It was so cold that my fingers were about to fall off. ”

"Haha!" Yang Guo couldn't help laughing.

"How cold can it be?" Liu Suqin looked at Song Zhiwen with disdain and said, "I can't bear a little hardship, when your mother and I were young, we didn't have a water heater, and we didn't still carry clothes to wash outside the house?" Think about ...... back then."

"Alright, alright, am I wrong?" Mom was about to start chattering again, Song Zhiwen's scalp tightened, wiped his dripping fingers on his body with a wry smile, and pushed her out, not letting her tell the old story over and over again.

"It's not over!" Song Zhiwen exaggeratedly gestured his neck with his fingers that were red from the cold, and threatened coldly.

Yang Guo pretended not to see it, and continued to cook the white-cut chicken with laughter in his heart.

After boiling the white-cut chicken, Yang Guo used two chopsticks to set it up, put it on a plate and wait for it to cool, and then cut it after making other dishes.

"Delicious!" After eating, Song Zhiwen feasted on the white, tender and smooth chicken legs, and under the food, he also forgot about the prank of "revenge" Yang Guo.

Liu Suqin hugged Qiqi and asked Yang Guo reproachfully: "Yang Guo, did you forget to buy moisturizer for Qiqi?" ”

"Huh? Moisturizer? Yang Guo was surprised, for those rough men like him, products like body lotion were for those delicate women, and he had never thought of it.

"I know you don't!" Liu Suqin hugged Qiqi to Yang Guo and said, "Look at it, Qiqi's face is frozen purple and purple, don't rub some moisturizer in winter, and when the skin is dry and cracked, you won't have time to regret it!" ”

Yang Guo knew that he was wrong, nodded desperately, and promised Liu Suqin that he would definitely buy a body lotion when he went back.

Liu Suqin shook her head, and sighed slightly in her heart, Yang Guo is a big man with children, how can a woman think thoughtfully! Yang Guo's small family is still missing a woman!

(Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a recommendation, let's take a ticket and smash the cold door!) ≧▽≦）