After eating two bowls of rice, Lei Qiu finally put down his rice bowl and was ready to do his due responsibility as a host and girlfriend, introduce Song Pingguo to his parents, and then introduce his parents to Song Pingguo. She wiped her mouth with the paper on the dining table, solemnly cleared her throat, and pointed to Song Pingguo who was sitting next to her: "Dad, Mom, this is what I told you before, my girlfriend, Song Pingguo." ”

Lei Xiaotian picked up a toothpick and picked his teeth: "Do you still need to say this?" Such a big living person sits here for a long time, and we are not invisible. ”

As if he hadn't heard this, Raichu continued to introduce: "Little Apple, this is my parents. ”

“…… Or else? ”

"Then you all know what else do you want me to introduce?" Raichu pursed his lips aggrievedly, "It's not too tiring to say politely. ”

"Okay, okay, it's so late, let's wash and sleep." Lei Xiaotian waved his hand.

"Do you want my help in the orchard tomorrow?" Raichu is also very proactive in this regard.

"Count on your help, the salt is all sold." Lei Xiaotian still worked hard to pick his teeth, as if there was really something stuffed uncomfortably between his teeth, "You finally came back, chatted with your mother, told your mother what happened to the TV series, and then took your girlfriend to play, nothing else happened to you." ”

"Uncle, you try this." Song Pingguo took out a box of dental floss in her small backpack, "It's better than a toothpick." ”

"Lei Qiu, look at other people's Pingguo, you are much smarter than you, you follow and learn more, don't be so stunned all day long, I don't know what to do with inheriting me......" Lei Xiaotian was very satisfied with the effect of dental floss, "By the way, how did you get the TV series, it looks much better than your real life." ”

Seeing Lei Qiu's expression, Song Pingguo couldn't help laughing, and patted her shoulder breathlessly: "Don't say it, the effect is better than your real life." ”

It's true that this is true, it's makeup, lighting and looking for angles, Shan Siyan is much better looking than Lei Qiu himself, but there are fewer female characters in the play, and Sang Zhi stands there, who cares if other people look good or not, anyway, it's not as good-looking as Sang Zhi.

The ratings of "The Old Man Still Sings" greatly exceeded the imagination of everyone in this grass stage team, in addition to Gong Xiaoye's strong publicity, there is also the excellent quality of the drama itself, the actors' heartfelt interpretation, and the screenwriter's profound skills......

In short, although not everyone catches up on Cheng Dù, who occupies the headlines of Weibo every day, it is still quite popular.

The only part that wasn't unexpected was that Raichu was really hard to notice. A few days ago, Gong Xiao also sent Lei Qiu a collection of comments from the audience on this film after the broadcast of the old man's singing, which is summarized as follows:

"Raichu did a great job! The mulberry branches are so beautiful! ”

"Raichu did a great job! I've decided to powder mulberry branches! ”

"Oh my God, the goddess of mulberry branches, lick and lick!"

"Hey, didn't Lu An's toxicity attack this time?"

And then there was nothing then.

Lei Qiu was quite satisfied with the response of the old man in her heart, but she didn't show it much on the surface, in order to resolve the embarrassment just now, she straightened her back proudly: "This is just the first step I have taken, and then I will make more TV series, and then I will make movies......"

Lei Xiaotian asked worriedly: "Lei Qiu, I understand that this TV series can make do, but if you look at those who act in movies, they look better than the other, can you act?" ”

“…… Dad, am I your own child, can you take care of my fragile young mind a little? ”

"It's because you're my own that I'm going to teach you to face reality." Lei Xiaotian patted his daughter's shoulder, "Why don't you inherit a little more from me and your mother in this regard?" ”

After saying this to Lei Xiaotian, Song Pingguo noticed that Lei Qiu's parents were not so "ordinary" in terms of appearance. Although they are a little tired from the long hours of hard work, it can still be seen that they should be very good-looking when they are young.

Regarding this point, Lei Xiaotian and Qiu Yichen are actually very depressed, their two families have been farmers for generations, let alone an idol star, they can't even pull out anyone who can sing and dance, why is Lei Qiu looking to embark on this road and shine in this field to reach the peak of life? Where did this acting come from? Why is it that the face is so easy to inherit, and she doesn't inherit it?

Every time he thinks about these questions, Lei Xiaotian, a fruit farmer, feels as if fate has given him an opportunity to embark on the path of an amateur philosopher.

"Dad, you have to pay attention to my acting skills, acting skills! Face is not all there is to an actor! ”

"Let me tell you about Leiqiu, no matter how sweet the apples that don't look good, they can only be sold at a discount, and some can't be put on the shelves." Lei Xiaotian smiled and put down his dental floss, "You just continue to work hard in acting!" ”

For the sake of his daughter's physical and mental health development, Qiu Yichen forcibly terminated the topic: "Pingguo, are you going to school or working?" ”

"Uh...... I guess I'm working. Song Pingguo thought for a while and decided not to mention the matter of selling boxed lunches, "I'm a chef." ”

"Oh......" Qiu Yichen showed a sudden realization, probably thinking that it was normal for Lei Qiu to like a chef, "How did you and our Lei Qiu meet?" ”

"Oh, I was acting in Hengdian at that time, and she was selling boxed lunches in Hengdian, and we met."

Song Pingguo reached out under the table and pinched Lei Qiu's waist fiercely.

That bedroom in Raichu didn't have air conditioning. When she realized this, Song Pingguo was not too surprised, after all, Lei Qiu's heat resistance and cold and frost resistance are amazing, even in this weather during the Chinese New Year, she probably only needs closed doors and windows and a thick, warm enough quilt.

Taking care of Song Pingguo's presence, Qiu Yichen took out a heater from the corner of the cabinet and put it next to the bed, poured a hot water bottle, rolled it on the bed several times with the hot water bottle, and then stuffed it in the quilt: "Okay, if it's too cold, just tell me, I'll add another bed quilt for you." ”

However, even if you don't have a hot water bottle and a heater, you won't feel cold if you sleep under the same bed with a large automatic human heater like Raichu.

The bed was soft, the quilt was heavy, and the back of the rechu and the hot water bottle in his arms were warm.

The countryside was very quiet at night, with only the occasional low sound of the wind, and Song Pingguo, who had been on the road all afternoon, soon fell into a deep sleep—a rare time when she fell asleep faster than Raichu.

And the next morning she woke up later than Rachu.

The alarm clock at the head of the bed showed that it was half past nine in the morning, and the hot water bottle in her arms was cold, but the quilt was still warm, which made Song Pingguo a little reluctant to move, and decided to close her eyes and pretend that she hadn't woken up yet.

"Little Apple! It's time for breakfast! When Lei Qiu said this, he was accompanied by a forward pounce without warning, and fell on Song Pingguo, "Don't sleep, it's half past nine in the morning." ”

"Why are you embarrassed to talk about me!" Song Pingguo gritted her teeth and pushed her off herself, "Usually at this time, you are still talking in your dreams!" ”

"Okay, okay, I won't talk about you, but it's time for breakfast." Probably because he had just come back from outside, Leichu's hands were a little cold, "I'll help you find the toothbrush and towel and put it on the shelf, you hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face and then come to eat." ”

Qiu Yichen, who happened to pass by the door of Lei Chu's bedroom, paused, stopped at the door and looked back at them.

“…… Mom, what's wrong? ”

"Nothing." Qiu Yichen turned his head calmly, "I suddenly heard you speak in this tone, I'm a little unaccustomed to it." ”

The dishes for breakfast were a bit beyond Song Pingguo's imagination.

In Song Pingguo's opinion, what Lei Qiu's family served on the table should be a typical Chinese breakfast, because of the remoteness of this neighborhood, there are no stalls such as soy milk fritters and tofu brains, and that Bacheng is cooking soup and rice at home, with a little side dishes, as a result, Qiu Yichen happily announced that he would eat an apple sandwich this morning.

…… The family is indeed on the same page as Apple.

The apples produced in the Leichu family's orchard are mainly sold, but some of them are kept for their own consumption, and many of these parts cannot be sold or sold at a good price because of some defects - such as being too ugly, but they have no other drawbacks than they are not good-looking, and they can be kept and eaten by themselves.

Last night, there were shredded apples and apple salad on the table, to be honest, Song Pingguo felt that according to this frequency of eating apples, it was actually quite remarkable that Lei Chu could not have a psychological shadow on apples.

"The day after tomorrow will be Chinese New Year's Eve." Raichu glanced up at the calendar on the wall, "What's delicious this year?" ”

"Steam some salted fish and salted meat, then stew a chicken, and make a few plates of fried vegetables......" Qiu Yichen turned his head to look at Song Pingguo, "What does Pingguo want to eat?" Elder Lei Qiu told me that there was no need to prepare it specially, and he didn't tell me what you like to eat, which was really unusual. ”

"You really don't need to prepare!" Song Pingguo hurriedly waved her hand, "I don't have anything special to eat......

"Mom, little apples aren't picky." Raichu suddenly thought of a good idea, "Hey, little apple, why don't you cook a few dishes?" After all, you're a professional, and it's definitely better than my mother's cooking. ”

Qiu Yichen took away the two remaining sandwiches on Lei Qiu's plate with a cold face: "Don't eat it if you think it's not delicious." ”

"Mom! Don't do this! Your cooking is also delicious, but the dish made with small apples is even better...... Would you like to give me back the sandwich? ”

Lei Qiu, who had been deprived of breakfast, rummaged in the refrigerator sullenly, found a piece of fat and thin pork belly, and she personally picked up the kitchen knife and cut the pork belly into uneven slices of meat - Song Pingguo believed that her original intention was to cut it into thick and even thickness, but she could not do it due to her ability - smeared a layer of salt and skewered it on an iron skewer.

Song Pingguo looked curiously at the iron skewer used by Lei Qiu to wear meat: "This skewer is of good quality, where did you buy it?" ”

"What?" Raichu was stunned for a moment, "This is a sweater needle." ”

Raichu took the skewers that had been threaded with sweater needles to the corner of the courtyard, and put two red bricks against the wall, and two parallel ones not far away, and then put the kebabs with sweater needles on the red bricks, stuffed some dead grass and branches between the bricks, and lit a fire.

"If I knew you were going to barbecue meat, I would have cut the meat for you." Song Pingguo squatted next to Lei Qiu and helped her turn the meat skewers, "Look at your cuts, some of them are burnt and some are not cooked." ”

"Isn't this an easy solution?" Lei Qiu looked at the thin pieces of meat pointed out by Song Pingguo, directly lifted the skewer and blew a few bites, bit off the meat and held it in his mouth, put the undercooked part back on the red brick and then roasted.

"Raichu, I think you better give up live eating, this has no future, you should open a wilderness survival reality show, specializing in teaching people how to find food in the wild - don't be a protein-rich spider or something like that."

The air was soon filled with the tempting aroma of meat roasted on the fire, Song Pingguo picked up the skewer in his hand, blew it for a long time before taking a cautious bite, and quickly took the meat away from his mouth for fear of being hot, and continued to blow on it.

"It's too troublesome for you people who are afraid of being hot to eat." Lei Qiu took the meat skewers in Song Pingguo's hand, held them above her head and ran around the yard several times, and when she returned to the edge of the red bricks, the meat skewers had dropped to the right temperature in the baptism of the winter cold wind, "Eat, it's delicious." ”

Truly. Song Pingguo doesn't think she's a carnivore like Lei Qiu, but who can refuse the charm of barbecue?

After eating the barbecue, Song Pingguo deeply felt that she was in Leiqiu's territory. In fact, she was prepared for the boring place before she came, after all, Raichu's parents usually watch TV except for work, or find friends to play cards and chat, and there is no other entertainment.

However, she overlooks how much Rachu is a person who is good at entertaining herself and her, and that the fun is often delicious. After eating the barbecue, Raichu found a packet of marshmallows from the depths of the pantry.

It's the kind of snack marshmallows that are commonly found in supermarkets and are packaged in plastic packaging.

As if performing a magic trick, Raichu poured the milk and marshmallows into the pot, turned on a low heat, and kept stirring with chopsticks until the marshmallows were all melted in the milk.

Under Song Pingguo's gaze, she put the cooked things in the refrigerator and announced that she could eat ice cream after a while.

"It's a pity it's not summer." Raichu closed the refrigerator door regretfully, "Next time you come back with me in the summer, I'll take you to pick wild strawberries." ”

Without waiting for Song Pingguo to answer, she thought of a new trick: "Come next spring, there are domestic beekeepers at the entrance of the village, and you can drink enough of the best acacia nectar." ”

"Come back next autumn and go fishing in the fish pond, hey, do you like the fish to be grilled or braised ......"

Song Pingguo listened to her chatter, and couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Then I can live here all year round." ”

Raichu walked up and hugged her: "Then I don't have a problem with that." ”