Brush the pot, start the stove, Biyun action is quick and skillful.

Jiang Xiaohu stood at the door of the hall and could just see her busy back in the kitchen.

The TV is turned on, creating a little background sound, which will make Jiang Xiaohu feel calmer.

Otherwise, it would be inappropriate for a big man to run to the little widow's door and have breakfast here early in the morning.

But, Sister Biyun's back is so good-looking. Jiang Xiaohu, whose language level is not very high, has a word floating out of his mind - graceful.

At that time, Jiang Xiaohu learned the word curvaceous, and it took Jiang Xiaohu a long time to remember it. He didn't understand what it meant to be curvaceous. And today, seeing the round butt like a silver plate and the exquisite S-shaped curve, Jiang Xiaohu has a specific impression.

The weather is hot, and Biyun doesn't wear much. It's like looking at flowers in bloom in the thin morning mist. It's hazy and can't really be seen. That feeling, scratching my heart and lungs, and I can't bear to turn my eyes.

The young man almost lost control of his emotions several times, his blood was spurting, and he had a faint nosebleed.

He felt that his mouth was dry, so he went to take two large glasses of boiled water, and drank it with a bang, which extinguished the fire. But as soon as he turned around, he was made angry by the flowers covered by the morning mist, so he turned around and went to drink cold boiled water.

A few times, he didn't eat breakfast, but he was full of water.

"Hey, it is said that it will be more and more difficult to marry a daughter-in-law in the future, and it will be even more difficult for us in Jiangbian Village. I don't know if I, Jiang Xiaohu, have a chance to get a daughter-in-law, and my future daughter-in-law will be as good-looking as Sister Biyun?"

Looking at the graceful back, Jiang Xiaohu couldn't help but fall into reverie.

He drank too much water and was anxious to urinate, so he couldn't hold it back and trotted all the way to the toilet.

Biyun was concentrating on cooking noodles, when he suddenly felt the wind behind him, and subconsciously looked back. It turned out to be Jiang Xiaohu, with a strange posture and an anxious face, and he trotted to the toilet.

"Poof, how much water did this doll drink?" Biyun couldn't help but laugh secretly.

She suddenly felt that this kid was very cute, so cute that he was so cute. Biyun's heart is like a floating cloud in the sky, swaying with the wind.

Cooking really can't be distracted, she was secretly laughing at Jiang Xiaohu, she was not paying attention, and the chopsticks in her hand fell into the pot.

She subconsciously reached out to fish, how could she remember that Xia Wan was a pot with boiling water?

Although he withdrew his hand at once, the small hand, which was originally white and delicate, was already red, red and swollen.

Biyun hurriedly went to the faucet to flush it, and the cold water rushed up, bringing a burst of comfort, but it was followed by a more intense burning pain.

Jiang Xiaohu was peeing happily, when he suddenly heard a scream of pain from the kitchen, which made him tremble all over his body, and he had no intention of urinating.

Hurriedly cleaned up and rushed out of the toilet, Jiang Xiaohu saw Biyun crying and washing his hands under the faucet.

He hurriedly asked, "Ah, Sister Biyun, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay, you go play with yours, the noodles will be cooked in a while, and my sister will serve you food." Biyun forced a smile and turned to Jiang Xiaohu and said.

Although she pretended to be very relaxed, her eyes, which were involuntarily red due to extreme pain, as well as her tightly knit brows and red and swollen hands, were suddenly captured by Jiang Xiaohu.

Jiang Xiaohu was startled, took three steps and made two steps, and rushed to Biyun. He almost didn't think about anything, grabbed Biyun's hand, looked at it carefully, and gasped.

"Sister Biyun, what's wrong with you, why are you so hot?" Jiang Xiaohu asked, you have to go to the hospital immediately, it's getting hotter and hotter, and it's not good to get infected when you turn around. ”

Biyun hurriedly shook his head: "No, countryman, how can you be so squeamish." I'll go back and rub it with salt particles, and I'll be fine in two days. Come into the house, I'm going to give you two poached eggs, thanks to you today, otherwise my sister will have to suffer a big loss. ”

As he spoke, Biyun's voice lowered, his eyes darkened, and the grievances in his heart suddenly vented with the burning pain in his hands, and tears fell like a fountain.

Jiang Xiaohu was very distressed, this pear blossom with rain, I really wanted to take her into my arms, hug her fiercely, and give her the safest harbor in the world.

His hand was raised, his fingers touching Biyun's hair, wanting to go one step further and help her wipe away her tears. However, just as his fingertips were about to touch her face, he timidly stopped.

Jiang Xiaohu has never been in love, the so-called thief has no thief guts. Besides, he just helped people get rid of hooligans, righteous words, what's the matter with playing hooligans again?

His eyes fell on her hand, and Jiang Xiaohu suddenly had an idea: "By the way, sister, wait for me!"

He hurried into the hall.

Biyun was still crying secretly, just feeling a slight tremor in her hair, feeling the temperature of someone's finger skin.

Although the temperature difference is very small, a woman who has been absent for a long time is very sensitive, especially for the breath of the opposite sex. Her heart beat faster, and for a moment, she even ignored the pain of her hand burning.

Biyun waited for Jiang Xiaohu's next move, and she even fantasized about how she would deliver her face to the palm of his hand when that big hand with a little roughness stroked her face.

She closed her eyes slightly, and two teardrops hung on her eyelashes, like dew on the leaves of a tree in the morning.

It's too tiring, a widow's family, living alone in her husband's village, and enduring all kinds of gossip, it's too hard.

If it weren't for the thought that the lost mother-in-law would be able to walk back by herself one day, she would have locked the door of the house and gone out to work.

The chaotic thoughts made Biyun's heartbeat disordered. But she waited for a long time and couldn't see Jiang Xiaohu's further movements, but she heard the sound of knocking footsteps and going away.

After settling down, Biyun opened his eyes and saw that he was immediately extremely lost. That stupid boy actually ran into the hall and sat in a daze.

What a fool of you, what a little tiger! Biyun secretly complained about him in his heart.

"Hey, Biyun, what the hell are you thinking?" she was suddenly ashamed.

I am a widow's family, and I have survived so many years. There are so many idlers and wild men in the village, who have been courteous to her when they see the heavens, how can she look at other people? Why, now she is thinking about a young offspring?

Shame or not, people are only eighteen, nineteen or twenty years old, and they are six or seven years older than others!

With a flushed face, Biyun sighed with mixed feelings: "Alas, I'd better go cook noodles!"

She turned around, and went into the kitchen again in a lonely state, carefully scooping up the chopsticks that were tumbling with the boiling water and noodles in the pot through the white steam. He picked the two largest eggs from the basket and beat them into the pot.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't know that he was disliked. In fact, he was quite aggrieved, how could he be in a daze, but he just moved his mind and got into the mountains and rivers.

"Hibiscus flowers, hibiscus flowers~" He just thought of a good recipe for treating burns, and the most important medicinal herb is hibiscus flowers.

Since Shanhetu is so strong, he can turn his weak body into half a superman, cure the illness of his mother and grandmother, what is it to treat a scald?

Jiang Xiaohu stared at the ground carefully, and in the green grass, a touch of beautiful flowers came into view. He was overjoyed: "There it is!"

After a while, Jiang Xiaohu left Shanhetu with two hibiscus. The divine thought moved again, as if an electric current crossed his mind, he returned to the real world, looked down, and saw that there were indeed two more hibiscus in the palm of his hand.

Hibiscus flowers are not a new thing, Jiangbian Village is full of this kind of flower, and Jiang Xiaohu's family has planted several of them.

However, compared with these two flowers, whether it is the color or fragrance of the flowers, or even the thickness of the leaves, there is a world of difference.

These two delicate and delicate flowers are as if they were plucked from a painting. They have been coloured by the best and greatest painters, and in the morning sun, they exude an alluring fragrance.

"Sister Biyun, where is the stone mortar at home?" Jiang Xiaohu asked loudly.

His loud voice penetrated Biyun's ears, making her blush and her heart beat again.

"It's in the cupboard in the hall, what do you want a stone mortar?" Biyun asked as he scooped up noodles.

Jiang Xiaohu didn't answer, he had already taken the stone mortar, cleaned it, and smashed the hibiscus flowers into pulp according to the method in his memory.

The plump petals actually have such a bright and juicy slurry, sweet and fragrant, so that Jiang Xiaohu wants to take a sip.

He poured the pulp out of a small, clean bowl and held it to find Biyun.

It just so happened that Biyun also brought a noodle bowl, took chopsticks, and walked in from outside. The two of them almost bumped into each other at the door of the hall.

Biyun was so frightened that she stepped back and almost fell again. Jiang Xiaohu hurriedly freed up a hand to grab her arm: "Be careful, Sister Biyun!"

Unexpectedly, he grabbed Biyun's upper arm, and his thumb suddenly felt a trace of softness and warmth, and both of them were stunned for a moment.

An ambiguous electric current wandered mischievously in this room, jumping on Jiang Xiaohu's face for a while, and falling into Biyun's heart for a while.

Yes, that's it!

Jiang Xiaohu hurriedly let go of his hand, bowed his head and blushed: "Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Biyun was also panicked in her heart, her face was red and her heart was beating wildly, and she was even more nervous than on the night of her wedding. Afterwards, she recalled this countless times, and secretly wondered: "I'm not a person who has never been married, how can I have such a strong feeling?"

Now, in the face of Jiang Xiaohu, who was at a loss for doing something wrong, Biyun knew that he had to be generous in order to resolve this embarrassment.

She smiled: "What stupid things to say, you are a child in the eyes of my sister." Children will always make mistakes, it's okay, come, come and eat. ”

The fragrant noodles are sprinkled with chopped shallots, a green vegetable, and two poached eggs, which is simply too hearty!

is also a bowl of somen noodles, made by Biyun, which is better than what my mother Wang Xifeng made.

Although Jiang Xiaohu had already eaten breakfast, he couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and the gluttonous worms in his stomach began to urge him to move his chopsticks.

However, when Jiang Xiaohu's eyes fell on the red and swollen hand, he immediately remembered what was going on.

He took the noodle bowl with care, turned around and put it on the dining table, and then looked at Biyun seriously.