Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Yes!" You're all eating at my house at noon, and I'll have to show my hand! ”

Luo Fengtang smiled.

The last time I came to Qing'er's house for dinner at night, the dishes on the table were handled by Qing'er.

That's great, I've been thinking about it for a long time!

The boy looked around the stove, and at last he strode to the door of the stove.

The tall body crouched down, guarding the door of the stove.

"Hey, why don't you go to my father's house to sit and drink tea, why are you at the door of the stove?"

Yang Ruoqing turned her head and saw him squatting at the stove.

The stove was already cramped, and there were bundles of thatched loose hairs next to the wall.

and left a man-wide space in the middle.

He squatted with his head there, and it was so tightly blocked that she couldn't go in and stuff firewood into the stove under the cauldron.

Hearing her ask, Luo Fengtang didn't raise his head and said, "I'll help you stuff firewood." ”

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised.

"This is not your home, you stuff firewood for me, aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you?" She quipped.

In this era, men are inferior to women.

The man is the pillar of the family, and he does the hard work in the fields.

At home, cooking, laundry, taking children to feed pigs and chickens, and cleaning the courtyard are all women's affairs.

Men mostly don't do it.

Whoever does it, being seen, has to be laughed at.

"What's so funny about that? In my own home, my uncle and I both cook! ”

The stove, Luo Fengtang said disapprenously.

"That's different, your family is just you and your uncle, there are no women." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang still shook his head: "Others like to laugh casually, I only do my own!" ”

Yang Ruoqing thought about it and felt that what he said was reasonable.

10,000 people have 10,000 kinds of vision, people have to live for themselves, and what do others think?

In this era, men are inferior to women, and women offer men as they do for the day, and they also wash men's feet.

In modern society, many girls love to marry the kind of man who can cook!

"Cheng, then you help me stuff firewood, we don't get tired of working together with men and women!"

Yang Ruoqing smiled happily, picked up a sieve made of bamboo, and scooped an appropriate amount of rice.

She took the sieve to the edge of the pigsty outside and began to sift the rice.

The rice is pounded out of an old-fashioned stone mortar, and the husks are not as clean as those of modern grain milling machines.

There are also some rice husks mixed in there.

Sift the rice by the pigsty, and the rice husks and broken rice grains that are sifted out are just enough to feed the old hens.

Here, she mixed the washed rice with sweet potato wedges and put it into the large pot inside, added water and covered the pot.

At the stove, Luo Fengtang has also fished out a handful of pine hair, ignited it with flint, and stuffed it into the stove inside......

Yang Ruoqing turned around and took another handful of cabbage and two lettuce, squatting on one side and pulling the leaves on it.

While looking at Luo Fengtang at the door of the stove.

The boy was crouching in front of the stove inside, which was very low, and he was very tall.

When you stuff firewood into it, you have to bend down and bend down, and it is a little laborious to look at.

However, there was no disgust on his face at all.

The firelight in the hearth jumped, and the light of the fire reflected on his face.

The cold and hard lines seemed to be softened a few times, and they were engrossed in fiddling, as if they were doing something extremely important.

Yang Ruoqing looked at him while pulling the leaves of cabbage and lettuce in her hand.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but hook up.

"Qing'er, are you going to stir-fry this cabbage or make soup?"

Luo Fengtang's cold inquiry came, and Yang Ruoqing came back to her senses suddenly.

She glanced down at the cabbage in her hand.

Full of black lines!

She had originally planned to break it into pieces and stir-fry them.

But at this moment, the cabbage was torn into strips by her.

"Hehe, make soup, tear it up!"

Yang Ruoqing hurriedly played a round for herself.

Luo Fengtang didn't doubt it, nodded, retracted his gaze and continued to serve the stove in the cauldron inside.

Here, Yang Ruoqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

And despised himself all over again in his heart.

Yang Ruoqing, Yang Ruoqing, you are really useless!

Patronized to see the people's stuffed firewood, and almost messed up the dishes!

The next thing she had to peel was lettuce, and she didn't dare to be distracted.

When he picked up the kitchen knife and was about to sharpen it, Luo Fengtang walked over.

"Let me do this."

He said, and couldn't help but take the kitchen knife and lettuce from her hand, and began to peel the skin.

Yang Ruoqing stepped aside, holding her knees with her hands and watching him sharpen.

She likes to cook, but she doesn't like to peel.

Especially vegetables with pitted surfaces such as lettuce, it takes a lot of effort to peel them.

Not to mention that even the belt meat is cut, and it is easiest to cut the fingers.

But this time, I watched Tang Lingzi peel the lettuce skin.

Yang Ruoqing realized that the problem was not in the lettuce, but in herself.

There are people outside the people, and there are mountains outside the mountains.

There were a few pleasant sounds in my ears.

Sou......

Whoosh......

Whoosh ......

In a few breaths, two stout lettuces faded under his knife.

Reveal the verdant and delicate 'body' inside.

"Oh, it's done, wash and slice it."

He handed the sliced lettuce to Yang Ruoqing, turned around and walked quickly back to his position, picking up the burning stick at hand.

The handful of pine hairs in the stove hasn't burned yet!

Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at the lettuce in her hand and nodded again and again.

"Tang Yanzi, your knife technique is really not covered, it is neat and neat, it is so beautiful!"

Luo Fengtang smiled embarrassedly and didn't make a sound.

"Cheng, I'll go outside to the well and wash and come back."

She picked up the cabbage and lettuce and got up and walked out of the stove.

Wash the cabbage and lettuce and let them dry in a dustpan.

Yang Ruoqing turned around and went back to her house, and after a while, she brought an air-dried rabbit.

"Tang Yanzi, don't you like spicy food?"

She used the previous rice washing water to clean the dried rabbit and asked Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang nodded: "I like it." ”

She smiled, pointed to the rabbit soaked in the rice washing water and said, "I'll make a 'diving rabbit' for you to taste at noon!" ”

Diving Bunny?

What a strange name.

Luo Fengtang was surprised, then stood up and looked at the rabbit she was cleaning.

"What is this rabbit ......?" he asked.

"Let's go into the mountain together that day, the one I picked up!" She said.

When I saw this rabbit, I thought of the little white puppy in the cedar forest.

I don't know how it recovered.

is so small, and he knows how to repay his kindness, which is really spiritual!

The rabbit was quickly cleaned, and Yang Ruoqing planned to chop it into pieces.

Luo Fengtang was going to come over to pick up her kitchen knife again.

Glancing at the trace of worry that passed through his eyes, her heart warmed.

"I'm such a big person, and it's not the first day to chop vegetables, so I won't chop them."

She said with a smile.

Seeing that he still looked uneasy, she smiled helplessly.

"If you really want to help me, help me pour this basin of dirty water into the ditch outside the backyard, and then bring back a basin of clean well water by the way."

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang picked up the basin of dirty rice washing water that had washed the rabbit, and turned around and walked out of the stove room.

Here, Yang Ruoqing picked up the kitchen knife and began to chop the rabbit.