Listening to her advice, he grinned and washed more energetically.

The dishes and chopsticks in this pot were eaten by the big guys last night.

Luo Da'e threw it into the pot and left it alone.

It's a bit laborious to wash, watching Luo Fengtang take the loofah naan and scrape the sticky things at the mouth of the bowl with great effort.

Yang Ruoqing pursed her lips and smiled.

Is she in the housewife and boy development?

In other words, his image and temperament are similar to this pot and a bunch of dirty dishes and chopsticks.

It's really a mismatch!

But it was this contradictory visual impact that made her eyes shine even more.

Men who dominate the world are attractive.

The warm-hearted family man is also equally charming!

Here he had just cleaned the dishes and chopsticks, and he hadn't had time to change the water and rinse.

Uncle Niu suddenly came in.

saw Luo Fengtang's sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding a bowl in one hand and a loofah naan in the other.

The big cow was surprised.

Then I was happy.

"Huh? I thought you kid went to the toilet, but it turned out that you were hiding here to wash dishes? ”

Da Niu laughed and said loudly.

"Washing dishes is what girls do, why did you start this job as a man?"

Da Niu asked again.

His voice was loud and attracted everyone else in the yard.

Uncle Chang Geng, Yang Huazhong, Luo Blacksmith, and Yang Yongjin, who came to help, all poked their heads into the stove room.

Yang Ruoqing was a little embarrassed, and wanted to get Luo Fengtang out in the past.

He grinned.

calmly turned around to face everyone.

"There is no distinction between men and women, if I do one more job, Qing'er can do one less."

He said.

"Haha, this kid, he looks honest, this heart is really fine." Big Bull Road.

Chang Geng also nodded in agreement: "It will hurt people more than us, which girl marries him in the future, he can enjoy happiness!" ”

With Chang Geng's words, everyone's kind eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing.

Rao is a cheeky person like her, and she was teased like this in public, and she blushed.

Luo Fengtang stood up straight and smiled happily.

Yang Huazhong and Blacksmith Luo exchanged glances, and the two smiled.

Afraid of the big cow, they ridiculed a lot, which made the two children embarrassed.

Blacksmith Luo hurriedly beckoned them to go there for a cigarette and rest.

The two of them were left in the stove.

Yang Ruoqing raised her hand and pinched his arm lightly.

"Let you wash, you have to wash, now it's okay, I've been teased!"

She gave him a sneering glance and lowered her voice.

It's obviously a count, but that tone sounds more like coquettish in his ears.

He smiled even more cheerfully.

"I just want to be good to Qing'er, above board, no one can stop me!" He said.

She also heard these words sweetly.

But he deliberately pursed his mouth and poked his strong chest with his fingers.

"Hmph, showing affection will be struck by thunder, keep a low profile!"

"Yes!"

……

Men and women match, work without getting tired.

While the stove was being cleaned, the hot water in the crockpot was boiling.

Yang Ruoqing made tea for everyone, and Luo Fengtang served it to them.

After drinking hot tea and smoking dry tobacco for a while, the men went to work again.

In the stove room, Yang Ruoqing also began to prepare for lunch.

Picking vegetables, washing vegetables, cutting vegetables.

Chop the hare, busy in full swing......

Sun brought Da'an and Xiao'an over.

The woman was busy helping Yang Ruoqing, and Da An led Xiao An to the outside of the yard to find other friends to play.

As the sun rose, a fragrant lunch was served.

The men, tired from the day's work, sat down at the table.

Looking at the full food on the table, as well as the small jar of burning knives, all the gluttonous insects were hooked out.

This meal is much more energetic than the ones Luo Da'e handled a few days ago!

The men in the next room were eating.

On the stove side, Yang Ruoqing shoveled the rice in the big pot inside to the small pot outside and warmed it.

Inside the cauldron, there is a circle of pots left.

She used a spatula to pick up a large piece of her palm, the pot was golden and yellow, three centimeters thick.

"Click!"

With a crunching sound, the pot was broken in two by her.

She handed one of the pieces to Sun, "This pot is old, my mother will eat a piece." ”

Sun wiped his hand casually on the apron on his body, took the pot and put it in his mouth.

After taking a bite, the woman nodded repeatedly.

"Well, this pot is good, crunchy!" She praised.

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

This ancient rice has good air and good ecology.

Without the baptism of pesticides and fertilizers, pure natural rice.

After simmering on an old-fashioned pot stove, the rice is soft and delicious, and the pot is even more crispy and neat.

Those millet pots in the supermarket can't be compared with this pot!

"Mother, do you still want it?"

After eating this half of herself, Yang Ruoqing pincered another piece and asked Sun.

Sun shook his head: "I can't eat it." ”

"Cheng, then I'll eat!"

Yang Ruoqing said, pouring the white rice soup into the cauldron.

Rice soup soaked in pot, the favorite of the Zhuang family.

Often after eating a bowl of rice, I always feel that something is missing.

At this time, scoop a bowl of thick rice soup and soak in the pot, and then sandwich a pinch of pickles.

Squatting on the haystack under the sun, eating and drinking at the base of the wall.

I don't want to do it for a god!

……

"Third aunt, Qing'er, you have been busy all day, let's eat too!"

A tall figure entered the stove room, it was Luo Fengtang.

Sun smiled and said, "I'm not hungry this time, I'll eat later." ”

The woman stood up, "I'll go to the next room and see when your father and them are going to cook!" ”

Making an excuse, the woman slipped out of the stove.

Luo Fengtang nodded, and watched Sun leave the stove room, he turned to look at Yang Ruoqing.

I saw that she was paddling the rice soup there with a spatula, and her cheeks were propped up into buns, and she was still moving.

There was a smile in his eyes, and he couldn't help but walk over and ask, "The cheeks are about to burst, what is Qing'er eating?" ”

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing glanced at him and hooked the corners of her lips.

"Learn from your aunt and steal the pot to eat!"

Luo Fengtang: "......".

"Isn't it delicious? Give me a bite too? ”

His tall body leaned in.

The strong male breath on her body, mixed with the faint smell of wine, penetrated her nose.

Her cheeks burned inexplicably.

With a free hand, she pushed him away a few steps and gave him a sneer.

"How much did you drink?" She asked.

He smiled, "Not much, just walking back and forth with each uncle." ”

Walked back and forth?

Yang Ruoqing calculated, down in a circle, at least three taels of knives!

"Three taels of burning knives can still stand so steady, the kid is not bad at drinking!"

She laughed.

"You didn't eat in the morning, and you drank on an empty stomach like this at noon, ruining your body!"

She continued.

Luo Fengtang shook his head: "No, I'm happy, just drink a few more cups." ”

"That's just as well." Yang Ruoqing nodded, men are sometimes at the wine table, and they can't be postponed.

"I'll fill you with rice soup and soak in the pot to dilute the wine in your stomach."

As she spoke, she turned around and was about to get the bowl when her waist suddenly tightened.

When she came back to her senses, she had been taken into his arms.

His arms wrapped around her waist and tightened tightly, holding her tight.

She tensed, her body froze in place.

There is a big table of people next door to eat, and who will poke their heads into the stove room later......