Half of the soup in the bowl was drunk, and two or three dumplings were eaten, and one of them bit off the meat ball in the middle, and a few pieces of dumpling skin were scattered in the soup.

"You haven't eaten anything, and you still care about this pork?" Chen Ping snorted and took a sip of soup, this taste is really evocative, the pork meat with leeks and soy sauce is boiled like this, the soup has the smell of meat, and the meat is soaked in the soup, "It's delicious." ”

It's delicious, I don't know if it's to praise this dumpling, or to say it's a little madman.

"Why did the two of them add more meat, but I didn't?" Chen Ping's actions just now were seen by the little madman, and he pointed at Chen Ya and Chen Zhen, "I want it too." ”

With that, the little madman picked up the spatula and scooped it up in the pot. It's a pity that it doesn't seem to be a spatula, and after fishing a few times, I saw that the meat ball was on the spatula, and was about to send it to the bowl, but it slipped into the soup and disappeared.

"I don't believe I can't eat it." After trying a few times, seeing Chen Ping laughing on the side, the little madman was also angry, put down the spatula, copied an empty pottery bowl, and used the bowl to pottery on tiptoe.

This is a female man, Chen Ping hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks and grabbed the little madman, her own little lady is really far behind her.

"You can't use a spatula, how can there be someone as stupid as you." Chen Ping held the spatula, added two dumplings to the little maniac's bowl, added a few balls of meat, and scooped some soup, "Be careful, it's hot." ”

The little madman held the pottery bowl, returned to the table, sat down next to Chen Ya, and deliberately stirred the pork meat in the bowl.

"Look, I want it, and I can have it." The little madman said, "He doesn't dare not listen to me." ”

Chen Ya lowered her head, ate dumplings, and did not answer.

After a while, Chen Ya whispered: "He will tell me stories, the story of flying saucers." ”

The voice was small, and the little madman didn't hear it clearly, but he heard the word flying saucer.

The firewood in the broken clay jar in the hall emitted heat, reflecting the redness of the faces of the people at the table, and the wind passed, the flames swayed, and the faces changed with the darkness. Blowing the soup and eating dumplings, this day is also very comfortable.

"This wonton is good, even better than Erniu's fucking one." The blacksmith was full of food and drink, praised it, and saw his son Chen Erniu go to fill a bowl of soup again, and said with a smile, "If you eat like this, my son will become your family sooner or later." ”

"Erniu is more capable than my two sons, and it is best to come to my house." Chen's father responded, "Eat a lot and grow well, so that you can be strong, you two boys have to learn from other people's two cows and eat more." ”

Chen Ping and Chen An glanced at each other, it didn't look like Grandpa said this, a few days ago, he said that brown rice can grow his body, so he changed his words so quickly.

"By the way, there was something I almost forgot to tell you." Chen Hecai walked a few steps, turned back again, and said to Chen Ping, "That kid from Chen Chong's family came to me tonight, still holding a trap in his hand, and asked me if I could do it." ”

Chen Ping's eyes narrowed, and he finally came out, which can also be matched: "Uncle Blacksmith, what did you say?" ”

"I don't have time for those things, I don't care. Your bellows are very practical, and you're in a hurry to make a curved plow. Chen Hecai shook his head, "I thought you gave it to him, doesn't it look like this?" ”

"It's not." He looks good tomorrow, if Chen Ping is not wrong, it should be the second child of Chen Chong's family, Chen Shun, when he returned to the village with the prey that day, he happened to see it, "Uncle Blacksmith, I have to trouble you with your fire sickle to continue to do it when you have broken iron." ”

"That's going to be fine, it won't take much work." Chen Hecai nodded, "I have a lot of broken iron, you don't have to go over to pick it up when it's done, I'll ask Erniu to send it home for you." ”

"Okay."

The fire in the clay jar gradually went out, and only a layer of gray wreckage remained, and there was still some yin fire emitting heat inside.

Chen Ping sat on the other side of Chen Ya with a pottery bowl, and Wang had already taken a step back.

"Xiaoya, discuss something with you?" Chen Ping asked in a low voice.

"Yes." As gentle as ever, Chen Ya nodded, and took a small bite to put the remaining dumpling skin into her mouth.

"That's right, look at her, she has to go back to the village with me, and now it's night, and my house has no extra place for her to stay." Chen Ping pointed at the little madman, "Do you want her to sleep with you tonight?" ”

There are only two beds in his house, and with the rocking car where Chen Zhen sleeps, it can barely be regarded as three, but the only place where the little madman can sleep is the west room where Chen Ping and Chen An are together.

A girl, although Chen Ping doesn't mind, I'm afraid that the little madman Grandpa will mind. Chen Ya should have a bed at home, and they are all women, which is much more convenient than her own home, at least it will not cause misunderstanding.

"Okay, I have a bed of my own that sleeps two." Chen Ya nodded.

"Okay, it's still Xiaoya." Seeing that Chen Ya agreed, Chen Ping was very happy, the problem of sleeping was solved, and he turned his head to look at the little madman, "You sleep with Chen Ya tonight, and you will leave tomorrow, you know?" ”

The little madman glanced at Chen Ping and continued to suck the soup in the pottery bowl.

There is still dumpling soup in the pot, Chen Ping scooped it up, and then put it away, this will be usable tomorrow morning.

"I'll clean up the table, and you send them back." Liu Shi had been on the side, and when he saw that Chen Ping was about to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, he said, his eyes looked at Chen Ya and the little madman with a smile.

There was still a toothbrush at home, Chen Ping went to get one, and then cut half a piece of silk cloth, and led Chen Ya out of the hospital with the little madman.

"The UFO story isn't over yet, is it?" Halfway through, the little madman suddenly asked, a bit of an interrogation.

"Yes." Is the story really that appealing? Today's moon is not full, and it appears from time to time, Chen Ping responded.

Hurry up and send them back, and the money from Uncle Blacksmith's family will have to be given to Grandpa later.

"Why don't you tell her and not me?" The little madman was angry and felt that she was being neglected, which made her feel very bad.

It's like that when you eat dumplings, so is telling stories, and the person in front of you is really annoying.

"I'm familiar with Xiaoya, how long have I known you?" Chen Ping was speechless, "Besides, you are shouting all day long that you are going to kill me, why do I still tell you stories?" ”

Chen Ping didn't want to do it.

"If you don't talk about it, you won't talk about it, if there is anything spiritual, I'm not rare." The little madman snatched the toothbrush and silk cloth from Chen Ping's hand, and gave Chen Ping another kick unexpectedly, "You can go." ”

The three of them had already arrived in front of Chen Ya's house, the door was open, and Xiao Hei poked the dog's head and stared at the little madman.

"Don't cause trouble." These words were reserved for the little madman, and Chen Ping whispered to Chen Ya again, "Xiaoya, bear with me, the little madman is different from you, she has a bad temper." ”

"It's okay, I know." Chen Ya nodded obediently.

"Hmph."

The little madman snorted coldly and stepped into the courtyard gate, but before the other foot could enter, a dark shadow pounced.