After dinner, Xie Qingtang really got more angry the more he thought about it, at this time Zhao Xianglan came over with a nylon bag in her hand, and said to her with a smile: "Little Miss, this is the bitter oak brought by someone from my hometown, I will grind it out for Little Miss tonight, and make bitter oak tofu for you tomorrow." ”

"Aunt Lan, why does this name sound so familiar to me." Xie Qingtang felt very familiar with the dish of bitter tofu when he heard it, so he turned his head and said to Zhao Xianglan.

Zhao Xianglan smiled with some emotion and said: "Little Miss should have forgotten, when you were young, you liked to eat bitter tofu the most, and Miss also liked to eat it at that time, so as long as I make bitter tofu, you two will guard the kitchen and be sure to eat the freshest bowl." ”

Speaking of the past, she also had nostalgia in her eyes, and Xie Qingtang also suddenly recalled the situation when she was a child and ate bitter tofu with her mother, although her mother's appearance has become blurred, but the laughter at that time was deeply imprinted in her heart.

"Yes, Aunt Lan, I remembered, I'll help Aunt Lan." Xie Qingtang immediately said and stood up, but Zhao Xianglan hurriedly stopped her: "Little Miss, your hands are injured, and this bitter tofu is only delicious when ground out with a stone mill, how can your hands be used to grind a stone grind?" ”

Hearing Zhao Xianglan say this, Xie Qingtang's eyes fell on the small stone mill she had just moved out, and her brows immediately wrinkled: "Aunt Lan, when will you finish grinding bitter oak with this kind of small stone mill, won't Aunt Lan have to suffer, forget it, I don't eat bitter tofu anymore, Aunt Lan shouldn't grind these things so hard." ”

"Little Miss, as long as Little Miss loves to eat, this bit of hard work I suffer is nothing, and I am used to it." Zhao Xianglan said disappreciatively.

At this time, a hearty laugh suddenly sounded in the backyard, Xie Qingtang subconsciously looked back, and found that Grandpa Xie had won a game of chess with Gu Xiujin, and was smiling happily.

Looking at Gu Xiujin, who was sitting there with the old god there, Xie Qingtang suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and then held Zhao Xianglan's hand that wanted to grind the bitter tree, blinked his eyes and said, "Aunt Lan, if we don't need ready-made labor, why should we work hard ourselves?" ”

"Ah, little miss, what are you talking about?" Zhao Xianglan looked dazed.

Xie Qingtang smiled and didn't say anything more, but walked out of the kitchen directly, came to Grandpa Xie's side, and said with a smile: "Grandpa, Aunt Lan said that she wanted to make me bitter tofu to eat, but Aunt Lan's body is weak, my hand is injured again, and there is no one to grind." ”

"Ah, bitter oak tofu, I remember that it was a snack that your mother liked to eat very much when I was a child, so nostalgic, grinding bitter oak is indeed quite laborious." Grandpa Xie said thoughtfully.

Xie Qingtang nodded with a smile, and then his sly gaze fell on Gu Xiujin, who was sitting opposite, and looked at him directly, and said calculatedly: "So, I need a man to help Aunt Lan." ”

"What the hell are you trying to say, you little clever ghost?" Grandpa Xie seemed to realize something, and scratched Xie Qingtang's little nose and said.

Xie Qingtang smiled with a smile, looked at Gu Xiujin and said, "I was scolded by netizens on the Internet for a day today, who is this because of, does Mr. Gu want to do something to compensate me?" ”

"Good!" I thought that it would take some words for Gu Xiujin to understand the meaning of Xie Qingtang's words, but what he didn't expect was that the man in front of him didn't want to pretend to be stupid at all, and directly nodded and agreed.

There is free labor, no need to use it in vain, Xie Qingtang directly took Gu Xiujin into the kitchen, and then pointed to the small stone mill, as well as the bag of bitter oak and said: "The bitter oak has been wrapped, now only the grinding is left, Mr. Gu, let's start." ”

"Little Miss, this is not good, after all, Mr. Gu's body is ......" Zhao Xianglan saw that Xie Qingtang actually asked Gu Xiujin to grind the bitterness, and immediately said.

Xie Qingtang waved his hand indifferently, and said to Gu Xiujin with a smile: "Although Mr. Gu's body is weak, this little thing has still been done, and when the bitter oak tofu is ready, Mr. Gu will definitely eat it, and there will be a reward for paying, so that Mr. Gu will not be said by others to eat white food." ”

"Miss Xie is right, I accept the punishment." Gu Xiujin glanced at Xie Qingtang lightly, then rolled up his sleeves and began to grind the small stone mill.

Hearing the last sentence, Xie Qingtang was stunned for a moment, and then touched his earlobe a little uncomfortably and said, "Who said this is a punishment for you?" ”

"This is my punishment for myself." Gu Xiujin poured a spoonful of bitter oak into the stone mill and grinded it directly.

Seeing him like this, Xie Qingtang felt a little embarrassed, so he stayed in the kitchen to help Gu Xiujin pour bitter trees and add water, and the two of them cooperated very tacitly.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Xianglan smiled with relief, and then quietly left the kitchen and told Grandpa Xie about what happened in the kitchen.

"My little sugar candy is still so awkward, playing these careful thoughts, but I don't know that Xiu Jin has seen all her careful thoughts, but Xiu Jin didn't remove this scandal on the Internet, what kind of idea is it, but it makes me, an old man, see it clearly." Grandpa Xie said with a slight frown.

Zhao Xianglan speculated on the side and said: "Could it be that Mr. Gu actually has no ability to remove this scandal on the Internet?" It was the little lady who misunderstood that Mr. Gu had such an ability. ”

"Haha, maybe." Grandpa Xie touched his newly grown goat whiskers and said with a smile.

The orange light in the kitchen fell on the two silent people, and involuntarily Xie Qingtang's gaze was a little off, and her gaze fell on Gu Xiujin's pale but very powerful arm along the stone mill.

Perhaps because of his perennial illness, Gu Xiujin's arms looked weaker than normal men, and his white and slender fingers were held on the handle of the stone mill, and he turned it unhurriedly, and the bitter oak was ground into white juice, which slowly flowed from the lower notch to the barrel.

Looking at all this, Xie Qingtang, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but be stunned, the white bitter juice and Gu Xiujin's pale arm complemented each other, and they spun around in front of Xie Qingtang, as if they were going to confuse her.

"It's time to add to the bitterness." Gu Xiujin's cold voice sounded in the ears of the stunned Xie Qingtang, and he instantly dragged her back.