originally planned to go to the barracks in two days, but the next morning, Yang Ruoqing had just finished washing up and opened the door of the house.

A figure sat on the threshold, dozing off with the one, with its head like a chicken pecking rice.

She slammed the door open, and the man didn't pay attention, threw his back on his back and fell at her feet.

"Uncle Bai?"

She was stunned.

"Uncle Bai, why did you come here early in the morning?"

She asked, and then leaned over and helped Bai Lao Wu up from the ground.

This fall, Bai Lao Wu also woke up.

He let go of her hand and scrambled up from the ground, not bothering to slap the dust off his body.

"If it weren't for the barracks not being allowed to go out at night, I would have come in the middle of the night!" He said.

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows, and then guessed something.

She smiled and asked, "In such a hurry, what does Uncle Bai have to tell Qing'er?" ”

Bai Lao Wu said: "I ate the meat you fried at noon yesterday, so that I couldn't eat half a bite at night, and I didn't sleep well after tossing and turning all night!" ”

"Huh? Could it be that my fried meat made Uncle Bai eat bad stomach? That's really my sin......" Yang Ruoqing said.

"No, no, no!"

Bai Lao Wu hurriedly waved his hand and interrupted Yang Ruoqing's words.

His eyes were wide open, and his bearded face was palpably agitated and flushed.

"It's Qing'er, the dishes you made are so delicious, those dishes in your mouth at night are like chewing wax, it's hard to choke!" Bai Lao Wu said with some sadness.

At that time, when she was frying meat, he watched the whole time by the pot.

At night, he followed her methods and steps, and stirred up like that.

But it tasted different!

"No, I waited for a night, and finally looked forward to coming to you quickly at dawn."

"Okay Qing'er, make that dish from yesterday to Uncle Bai again, can it be done?"

Seeing Bai Lao Wu's anxious roaring appearance in his eyes, Yang Ruoqing smiled secretly.

Fish, hooked.

"Uncle Bai likes Qing'er's craftsmanship, this is Qing'er's blessing, and Qing'er is naturally willing to sacrifice her ugliness again."

Yang Ruoqing said very happily.

Hearing her agree, Bai Lao Wu smiled, and put his palms together.

In that way, it was like a half-grown child, and it didn't seem to be attached to his tall and burly body.

"But—"

Yang Ruoqing's words changed, "Eating such a heavy flavor of fried meat early in the morning is not beneficial to the body." Uncle Bai, why don't I make you two breakfast snacks, okay? ”

Bai Lao Wu nodded again and again: "Okay, good, as long as you make it, I want to taste it!" ”

Yang Ruoqing gave the innkeeper a little money and borrowed the small stove room in the backyard of their inn.

Originally, I wanted to go to the tile market in the town to buy some ingredients and come back, but I saw Bai Lao Wu's impatient look.

"It's too much trouble to go out to buy ingredients, so I'll just take a little from the innkeeper and give them the money."

She discussed with Bai Lao Wu.

Bai Lao Wu nodded again: "Okay, I'll pay for the ingredients." ”

Yang Ruo smiled: "That's not possible, this is my filial piety to Uncle Bai, and it doesn't cost a lot of money for any ingredients." ”

It's easy to get things done with money.

Soon, she took a handful of small greens, an egg, two potatoes, an appropriate amount of wheat flour, oil, salt, sugar, onions, garlic and other seasonings from the innkeeper.

Back in the small stove room, Bai Lao Wu looked at the ingredients in Yang Ruoqing's hand and was surprised.

"There is no rice porridge for breakfast, can you fill your stomach with this little thing?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and shook the ingredients in her hand: "Ensure that it is nutritious and delicious, and it is also full!" ”

Bai Lao Wu smiled and didn't ask any more, "Uncle Bai will help you make a fire!" ”

Yang Ruoqing was not informal, and nodded briskly: "Okay!" ”

Then, Bai Lao Wu lit a fire, and she began to pick it up.

Peel the potatoes, wash them and steam them in a pot.

Here, she washed the small greens, green onions, ginger and garlic, chopped them into foam and set them aside.

Beat the eggs evenly and set aside.

Bai Lao Wu squinted his eyes as he threw firewood into the stove, looking at the hot air slowly rising from the edge of the pot lid.

"Seeing these potatoes reminds me of when I was young." He said.

"At that time, I was about the same age as Luo Xiaozi, and I fought with a master in the south and the north."

"Hehe, once we were trapped in one place, the grain and grass were almost at the bottom, and we relied on this potato to save our lives twice a day!"

"Steamed potatoes, boiled potatoes, roasted on the fire, buried in the soil to bake......"

"Hehe, those days were so bitter, I was gnawing potatoes in my dreams, and for a long time later, I felt uncomfortable when I saw potatoes."

"But now that I think back to that time, I can't forget it for the rest of my life......"

Yang Ruoqing listened carefully to Bai Lao Wu while working, reminiscing about the past.

From his words, she could feel his lingering remembrance and attachment.

"Uncle Bai, you are not old now, you are in the prime of your thirties, why are you talking so sadly?"

When he didn't speak, she smiled and quipped.

Bai Lao Wu raised his head and laughed twice.

He shook his head and said, "People are old, it's not just the body, but the ......."

Where his finger was pointing, was his heart.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

His gaze fell on Bai Lao Wu's face again.

The man and Yang Huazhong should be about the same age, just in the prime of life.

If the beard on this face is shaved off, wash the hair, comb it, and change the dirty and greasy clothes.

Looking at the bridge of his nose with thick eyebrows and big eyes, he should also be a middle-aged beautiful uncle.

"Uncle Bai, don't worry, you will definitely be happy when you eat the breakfast made by Qing'er."

She smiled, and gestured to her heart.

"There is a kind of magic in the things that Qing'er makes, which can make people happy, young and energetic again!" She said.

"Haha, really?"

Bai Lao Wu was also amused.

"If the food you make can really make Uncle Bai forget his worries, Uncle Bai will definitely meet one condition for you in return!"

Yang Ruoqing snapped her fingers: "Okay, then it's a word." ”

The potatoes in the pot are steamed.

She took it out, let it dry, and when the temperature had cooled down a bit, she mashed the potatoes with a rolling pin.

"Aren't you steaming potatoes?" Bai Lao Wu asked, leaning his neck.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled: "Steamed potatoes don't taste, I use them to make potato cakes." ”

"Potatoes can still make cakes?" He was surprised.

"As long as you have a heart, you can make cakes for anything!" She said.

As he spoke, his movements did not decrease at all.

Wheat flour, egg custard, chopped greens and garlic foam are placed in a large bowl with mashed potatoes.

Considering that Bai Lao Wu's taste is heavy, after she let go of Yan Xingzi, she also put a little extra spicy powder.

"Uncle Bai, the pot can be heated." She reminded.

"Oh, good!"

Bai Lao Wu was fascinated, and when he heard this, he hurriedly retreated and stuffed a handful of firewood again, and stood up again to continue looking.