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Chapter 182: A touch of tenderness

Chapter 182: A touch of tenderness

The light veil lingered around the top of the mountain, and the smoke rose on the black and white beams, and the sky was empty, like a child away from home, and the hair that gently poked out its tentacles held its mother's hand. The mischievous little egret, with its wings outstretched and white feathers, is as pure as a three-year-old child, full of curiosity and longing to explore the black and ignorant woods. The world in the chicken coop is full of expectations and surprises for the little egret that has never set foot in it, and the expedition fails. Li Feng reluctantly slipped out the troublesome big and small heron brothers.

"Now I know it's amazing." Li Feng looked at the scattered white feathers on the ground speechlessly, a battle of absolute unequal strength, and the two tall egrets finally became a small boat floating on the sea in the rainstorm when the hen was absolutely irritable and red-eyed.

"It's pathetic." Mother Zhang Lan saw a trace of bloodstained egrets, poor egrets with bald hair, and a trace of horror in her pitiful eyes, surrounding Zhang Lan's feet.

In the kitchen, Li Shan is a little clumsy but full of tenderness, a faint light shines through the window into the small stove, the traces of time are all over the small kitchen, and the walls are still standing after decades, and the walls are glowing with a faint gray cyan, not very clear color, revealing a trace of time light waves scattered.

Li Feng saw that although his mother was talking with him, his eyes glanced at his husband who was busy in the kitchen from time to time, Li Feng's father Li Shan. The white flour bubbles, drifting, waving a circle of ripples, usually see the well-behaved porcelain basin in his hands like a wild horse.

"Mom, look at Dad, this side is harmonious, the basin is running around, it's really interesting." Li Feng is the first time to see his father so embarrassed, whether it is the tiredness when he was running for his tuition fees in college or the sadness for himself, this man has never shown his feelings on his face, always smiled faintly, saying that he is not tired, son, is there enough money to spend.

The once burly man is now getting old, his straight waist is slightly bent, and the white hair that is invisible but clearly emerging from his temples is so clear in Li Feng's mind, and he counts the number with his eyes closed.

"You kid, there was a fuss at noon today, and there were moths in the evening, you see when your father cooked, you look at how much flour is scattered, these are all money, this is not your own food, a pound or two is a ticket for nothing, and my mother still wants to save money to marry your daughter-in-law." Zhang Lan glared fiercely at the baby son who was gloating on the side, these days this child is getting more and more nonsense, at noon Li Shan suddenly grabbed her hand, and in an instant Zhang Lan's heart suddenly stopped, soaring at the speed of Liu Xiang's hurdles, knowing that he couldn't distinguish his heartbeat, his whole body was numb, his arms were deadlocked, his face was comparable to the color of cinnabar, and there was a trace of shame in his eyes, which seemed to make him return to the landscape path, when he saw it for the first time, the burly body, grinning stupidly that man. He has definitely become the object of collective criticism by the old people in the village.

"What's not in a hurry, you're young, look at the parent Lin is only half a year older than you, the children are five years old this year, and they are going to school. You are not in a hurry, the old lady is still in a hurry to take care of her grandson. Of course, before college, Zhang Lan would never dare to attack the child's brain, but now this brain is not serious all day long, thinking of a way not to give birth to a grandson to the old lady, it is better to be stupid, and quickly give birth to a chubby little fat man, that is good.

"Mom, don't worry, your daughter-in-law will have it, and your grandson will have it, you can put ten thousand hearts, today is your old birthday, don't say anything irrelevant." Of course, Li Feng knew that his mother would never give up when he said this, but this person's eyes rolled and looked at the kitchen that was already a little dark, and his father's effort was like a 30,000-mile long march to make the dough. The flour scattered on the board is like a wheat field that has just experienced a snowstorm, and you can only see the color of snow, but you can't see the crops.

"Mom, I'll go to the hall to help Dad turn on the lights, you see it's all messy." Li Feng didn't wait for Zhang Lan to speak, he left this place of right and wrong at a god-like speed, honestly pulling the line incandescent lamp, designed in the hall so wonderful that once led the trend of Lijiagang, Li Feng as the first person to become the eldest brother of the children in Lijiagang, legendary, with sandals showing two toes, his head slightly raised at a forty-five degree angle and raised his head to walk through the little green that hovered in the mountains like a dragon and snake.

"You kid, hmph, go ahead." Zhang Lan saw the white markings on her husband's eyebrows, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, and pulled out the shape of happiness, women are emotional animals after all, all this Li Shan did made Zhang Lan's heart tremble slightly, and the happiness at the corners of her mouth still hung and approached her husband, and stretched out her hand to help wipe the sweat beads on her forehead.

"I'm tired, I'll do it." Zhang Lan's voice was surprisingly gentle, compared to when she taught Li Feng a hard lesson just now, it was very different, which made Li Feng, who was close to the door, a little concerned, and then cracked the corners of his mouth, pulling out a greater happiness, filling the dim sky of the small courtyard.

"It's okay, don't be tired, you rest, Xiaobao is right, today is your birthday, the housework is done by the two of us today, Xiaobao, your kid comes over to help me add firewood and boil water, let you two see my craft today." Li Feng listened to his boss full of confidence, no, the arrogant did not become ambitious, and couldn't help but glance at the somewhat scattered dough with extreme suspicion, but this baby is smart, at this time it is best for him to obediently shut up with the bell ().

After a while, the boiling water was already boiling, and the bell who came back from the play pitifully covered his hungry belly, looking at the sweaty aunt who was rushing to the dough, and the dough was scattered into several pieces, which made Li Shan annoyed and only wanted to whip it a few bullwhips. Li Shan, who used to be a hand-picked player in the tractor of the Lizuizi Town team, felt that compared to the four-wheeled tractor, it was so hard to make a bowl of shou noodles. I just cooked a meal, and I was already in a hurry, my mind was dizzy, my eyes were full of stars, and my hands and feet were weak. His wife has cooked for herself for nearly 30 years, nearly 10,000 days, 30,000 meals, those hands, grinding out calluses, frozen flesh and blood in ice water, tormented on the blazing firewood in the hottest time of summer.

"Dad, why don't you let Mom come?" Li Feng added some firewood, the water in the pot was reduced by one-third, scooped half a scoop of water and added it, the bell will wrinkle the little face into a bitter gourd, pimples, it is definitely more bitter on the outside and more bitter on the inside, and the small belly can already play a complete general order. Not to mention her, Li Feng couldn't stand it anymore, seeing that the sky curtain was closed, and the last glimmer of light dissipated in the gap in the corner of the mountain. The black purity of the summer night, the five fingers are not visible, only the mosquitoes with the big heads and sharp heads of the devil in the night, like the United States of America that has invaded the airspace of the Belgians, hunting delicious blood unscrupulously, and ignoring the succession in groups.

"Yes, I'll come, you, how old you are and still messing around with the child." Zhang Lan saw her husband making failed noodles so carefully, a trace of tears flowed from the smile in the corner of her eyes, and the sweetness dripped on the familiar land to take root.

"I'm trying, and I'm going to succeed this time." The scattered pieces of noodles seemed to feel Li Shan's strong willingness, and he obediently spelled out the pattern of love. Sweat flowed like a waterfall in front of his eyes, and he looked at the lovely oval skin, stacked, and cut with a knife. The sweat on Li Shan's face turned into happiness and spread on the ground, and the dough became noodles of uneven thickness, and no one felt that this bowl of soup noodles just garnished with a few green vegetables was just a bowl of noodles, which was unspeakably loved.

"It's delicious." Zhang Lan tried not to cry in front of the child, and the splash of the noodle soup was swallowed with the noodles, which was sweet.

"Well, Dad, I didn't say much about your craft." Li Feng helped the bell to pick up some dishes, and gave a thumbs up in admiration, I don't know if it was hunger or friendship, everyone ate a lot at night, and the happiness could not be tolerated.

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