After quietly explaining the matter of Chunzhi, Wang turned around and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Chai Dong.

But last night there was a hole so big that it burned out of the roof of the kitchen, and the snow that had drifted all night, and the snow in the kitchen was only a little thinner than the one in the yard.

The straw piles were burned, and the rest of the firewood was covered in snowflakes, and most of them were soaked.

Chunzhi and Wang spent a long time in the snowdrift, and their hands were shaking red, before they could find a small bundle of dry firewood from the bottom.

Then they cleaned out a small pot, a few coarse porcelain bowls, a few pairs of chopsticks, and spatulas and pans, and the two of them moved everything into Wang's house together.

Wang's house is much cramped than Chai Dong's. There was a bed in it, and then there were a lot of silk threads on the table, and the rest of the space wasn't even enough for people to move.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law collected and picked up inside, and when they finally made a little space, they simply built a stove with wooden sticks and put the pot on the shelf.

There was still a small half tank of water in the water tank, and Chunzhi went to scoop half a bucket and poured half a pot into the pot. Wang had already grabbed a few handfuls of white noodles from the white noodle bag, mixed them with water and kneaded them well. At this time, the water in the pot was also boiling, Wang kneaded the kneaded noodles into small lumps and put them in, and when the gnocchi was almost cooked, she grabbed a handful of green vegetables and threw them in, added some coarse salt, and finally poured a drop of oil from the oil pot into the pot.

Then take the spatula and stir it gently, and a strong fragrance will come to your face, filling the whole room.

The worms in Haruzhi's stomach began to crawl out and scream. Even the little third son couldn't help but lean over to the pot and meowed at Wang, who was in charge of the spoon.

At this time, Chai Dong finally came in awkwardly. His face was no longer flushed, and his spirit didn't look as nervous as it had just been. It's just that from the moment he entered the door, he didn't even look at Haruka, and at most he only left a side face for her.

Chunzhi's sharp eyes found that the tips of his ears on both sides were pink and tender, crystal clear and cute, just like the little pink paws of the little third son, which made her heart itch when she saw it, and she wanted to touch it.

But now she only dared to think about it.

The rabbit is in a hurry and wants people, not to mention Chai Dong, a person whose temper is not very good? Now he is like a forcibly calm little milk dog, in fact, I don't know how angry he is in his stomach! As long as she dares to touch him, he will definitely blow up!

In addition, there is also Wang, a mother who stands by her son's side unconditionally and unprincipledly, she can't beat the two of them alone.

So, Chunzhi just quietly glanced at the tips of his red ears again, and lowered his head to extinguish the fire under the pot.

After extinguishing the fire, Wang picked up a bowl, scooped up half a bowl of pimple soup and handed it to Chai Dong. "Son, the kitchen can't be used today, my mother can't make you bread and steamed buns, so you can make do with this!"

"Hmm." Chai Dong nodded coldly, took the bowl and went out.

Wang picked up another bowl, but the spoon in his hand rested on the pot and stopped for a long time, before he slowly lifted it, scooped a small spoon into the pot, and poured it out like half a bowl!

Then Wang gritted his teeth and handed the bowl to Chunzhi with a meat-cutting expression. "Take it and eat it, it's cheap for you!"

She actually has a share of this soup?

Chunzhi's mood suddenly jumped.

There is something delicious, so she will not be polite to the Wang family, so she hurriedly took the bowl with both hands: "Thank you, mother!" ”

Then he drew a pair of chopsticks, turned around and found a place to sit down and eat.

However, she picked up a piece of gnocchi first, but instead of sending it to her mouth, she called out to Xiao Sanzi and threw the gnocchi to the ground: "You should also fight the tooth sacrifice today!" ”

The little third son immediately jumped over and licked it in small bites.

Seeing that it was eating happily, Chunzhi was also in a good mood, so he took another bite on the edge of the bowl.

The rich fragrance suddenly penetrated into the mouth, and there was an indescribable sweet feeling that spread from the throat to all parts of the body along the swallowed food, and Haruka closed her eyes in enjoyment.

That's what white noodles taste like! And there is a special flavor in this gnocchi soup, as if the aroma of white noodles is amplified by at least ten times, so it must be the result of using oil, right?

Her mother's family is poor, and she can't eat a few drops of oil all year round. During the Chinese New Year, her mother would put one or two pieces of fat meat into the dish, but this fat meat also had to cook many dishes. The taste of the oil is diluted, in fact, it can only give people a general taste, and it is definitely not enjoyable.

But now, Wang has put a few drops of oil in this small pot of gnocchi!

This rich fragrance is simply the first time that Haruna has lived for so many years. A mouthful of gnocchi went down her stomach, and she suddenly felt warm all over her body, and the gluttonous worms in her stomach screamed louder, and she felt even hungrier.

Those big families eat delicacies from the mountains and seas, and the feeling should be similar to what they are now! She thought to herself.

Meow meow

The little third son at her feet had already finished licking her piece of gnocchi. The little guy also tasted the sweetness, and hurriedly yelled at the spring branch again.

Chunzhi quickly came back to his senses, and planned to pick out a piece for it to eat.

Wang Shi said angrily: "This is for you, you can eat it yourself, otherwise do you think you can't finish eating it if I give you too much or what?" I said I left this cat, then our family must have it, and of course I did my share of cooking! ”

As she spoke, she picked up a broken tile in the corner of the house, scooped up a little more gnocchi soup and poured it in. "Little thing, come and eat!"

Xiao Sanzi couldn't stand the smell of the fragrance, so he immediately rushed over with a meow, lowered his head and ate it in a big gulp.

The kitten's food was settled, and Haruka was relieved, so she picked up the bowl and began to enjoy her breakfast attentively.

It was the first time she had eaten such pure white noodles, so Chunzhi ate it very carefully. She took small bites into her mouth, chewing each bite, and swallowing it when she had tasted enough with her tongue. She wants to enjoy this hard-won food to the fullest. After all, God knows when she'll be able to eat something so good again next time?

It's just that there is only this small half bowl of gnocchi in her bowl, and no matter how slowly she eats, the bowl slowly bottoms out.

The little third son over there ate the pimple soup in the bowl, and even licked the bottom of the bowl cleanly. Haruka is actually pretty much the same. She shaved all the noodles in the bowl clean, and if it weren't for the fear of being laughed at by Wang, she almost wanted to lick it with her tongue. But after thinking about it, she still gave up in distress.

Wang also served himself a small half bowl of pimple soup to eat.

She and Haruka finished eating their front and back feet. Then Chai Dong also came from the next room and handed them the empty bowl in his hand.

"It's snowing today, the private school doesn't open, and I'm reading at home today." He dropped this sentence coldly, and the person had already run away.

"Okay, well, such a big snow, my mother is reluctant to let you go out and suffer from the cold! You're just reading at home, and that's great! Wang nodded hurriedly, and then took out a small iron stove from under the bed and handed it to Chunzhi, "Pick up a few pieces of charcoal below and put them in, and then send them to my son." When the sun comes out, the snow will start to melt, but don't freeze my son! ”

Chunzhi looked up and wanted to say something, but looking at Wang's gesture of thinking about her precious son, she still gave up.

Obediently bowed her head, picked out a few pieces of coarse charcoal from the fire that had just been burned, packed them in a tin stove, and carried her things into the room over there.

By the time she entered the door, Chai Dong had already sat down at the table. He was holding a book in his hand, his eyes fell on the book, his face was very calm, and the tips of his pink ears had lost their color, so it was conceivable that he had completely come out of the embarrassment just now.

Oh, what a pity! He was still the same fried puppy as before, which was more fun and made her feel closer.

Chunzhi didn't dare to disturb him studying, so he hurriedly put the small iron stove at his feet, and then quietly retreated out.

But her feet retreated to the door, but her hand holding the door frame was still reluctant to let go.

She couldn't help but glance at the young man who was reading hard under the window, his back was straight, like a green bamboo that could not be broken. With books as his companion, he faintly exuded a very comfortable and quiet taste, which made Chunzhi's heart inexplicably hot.

Well, although this little guy is not big and thin, but looking at it now, it is actually quite eye-catching, much more pleasing to the eye than the scholars she watched on the stage!

It's a pity that no matter how pleasing to the eye is, his small body can't carry water or go to the ground, and even the ruffians can't do it against people when they come to the door. At a critical juncture, he could only let the woman Wang come forward.

He shouldn't have been born in a peasant family.

Thinking about it, Chunzhi secretly shook his head and sighed, and slowly turned around and left.

Listening to the creaking footsteps and walking away, Chai Dong, who had been reading a book, slowly raised his head and let out a long breath.

"What to see, what to see?" I only heard him whispering to himself, "A woman, staring at men all day long, and watching it over and over again, don't be ashamed!" ”

The sound passed through the half-open window, enveloped in the melted snow, and then fell to the ground with a tick, smashing into a small round crater in the thick snow.

Of course Harueda didn't hear what he said.

After sending him the stove, Chunzhi went back to Wang's side. Wang had already put away the pots and pans, and then she wiped her hands, and suddenly crossed her hands on her waist, and loudly announced to Chunzhi: "Have eaten and drunk enough, let's leave now!" ”

Walk?

"Where are you going?" Harueda was stunned.

Wang gave her a blank look. "Of course, I went to find Wang Laojiu and settle accounts with him!"

Ah, really go?

Harueda chuckled in her heart, and another bad premonition hit her.