Chapter 1922 Poetry, Painting, Wine, Meat

She hurriedly trotted over with a smile on her face: "Wow, such two big?" As he spoke, he wanted to take the smaller one.

Song Chengyi didn't give: "Let's go, I'll take it, I'll get you wet in a while." ”

"Then you jump into the water, so you don't have to worry about getting your clothes wet?"

"I'm a man, what's the matter?"

"What do I think you will do if you don't bring your clothes?"

Song Chengyi smiled and said, "What's so difficult about this? It's hot, and it's going to be dry tomorrow morning. ”

"Then you're not wearing clothes? Just shirtless, bare-farted, walking around the room? ”

"It's just the two of us at home, so it doesn't matter if you don't wear it." After speaking, he leaned close to her ear: "Anyway, I have to take it off at night, it saves trouble." ”

"Song Chengyi, what are you thinking about? Take your fish and walk slowly, I won't wait for you. After Ning Yue finished speaking, she trot in the direction of home.

Song Chengyi smiled, is the little daughter-in-law shy? Strode after her: "Daughter-in-law, wait for me!" ”

When he arrived at home, Song Chengyi changed his clothes, Ning Yue helped him wash his clothes, Song Chengyi carried the bigger fish, and was ready to send it to Uncle Chang Gung: "Ning Ning, I'll go to Uncle Chang Gung's house, and I'll be back soon, don't worry about the fish there, and you will go to the pot when I come back and deal with it." ”

"Well, okay, you remember to ask for onions, ginger and garlic from Aunt Hua." Ningyue instructed as she smeared soap on her clothes.

She was just about to dry her clothes, and Song Chengyi came back, still holding a small bowl: "What are you serving?" ”

"When I went, Aunt Hua happened to scoop bean paste in the jar, and I asked for a small bowl, and here are a few green onions, two oily lettuce, some dried chilies, and the green onions, ginger and garlic you want."

Ning Yue wiped the water droplets on her hands, and looked at the things in Song Chengyi's hands the same: "Then we don't need to eat clear soup fish, let's boil the fish, the fish head is used to make soup." ”

"Well, you arrange."

"Then you kill the fish first, and I'll go and steam the bamboo rice."

The husband and wife began to divide and cooperate, and Ning Yue thought that Song Chengyi would go down and chop off the fish head with a knife like last time: "Husband, your steps today are much gentler?" ”

Song Chengyi continued to scrape the fish scales, broke the fish belly, looked up at her with a smile, and said meaningfully: "The steps at night, I will be more gentle!" ”

Ningyue doesn't want to answer anymore, counting the days, Song Chengyi hasn't been hungry for long? But what about this bite tonight, Ning Yue has already begun to guess, tomorrow is a leg pain? Still have back pain? Men, sure enough, they are all creatures who think about problems with their lower bodies, hum!

Looking at the cute appearance of the little woman frowning for a while, sighing for a while, and rolling her eyes for a while, Song Chengyi really couldn't wait to carry it back to the house directly.

I took a deep breath, had enough to strength, and then, seriously broke the fish.

In the past, he really didn't know, but later he saw that He Zhishen had handled the fish twice, and he learned it.

After the fish is processed, one is on the fire, the other is cooking, and soon, a bowl of milk-white fish head soup and a bowl of red boiled fish are baked, and it is very fragrant just by smelling.

The bamboo rice is also good, the aroma of rice is accompanied by the fragrance of bamboo, and Song Chengyi has just opened the wine jar, and a smell of wine with the smell of cold plum turns into his nose.

Ning Yue closed her eyes, smelled all kinds of aromas with a satisfied face, and sighed: "This is life, poetry, painting, wine, meat!" ”

"Hurry up and eat, didn't you say you were hungry a long time ago?"

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Chapter 1922 Poetry, Painting, Wine, Meat