But what about after we recognize each other?

Where do they go from here?

She is a living dead, she can't even live in the world with dignity, how can she marry Wang Yan as her husband and set up a door for the Li family?

Or did she compromise and marry Wang Yan?

However, Wang Yan was born in a famous family, and his parents were both officials in the court, how could reality allow him to marry a living dead man who was guilty of sin?

Li Hanyao set her eyes on the backyard, where there were two plum trees, and through the narrow windows, the withered canopy of the plum trees could be seen, and two lines of poetry unexpectedly came to mind: "Elm and willow shade behind the eaves, peach and plum in front of the hall"—or could they live in seclusion and live a leisurely pastoral life?

The thought was fleeting.

She immediately vetoed it.

She is not willing to live here!

Think about the Jiang family's full of grievances, think about the uncertain future of the Li family, even if the world is difficult and the officialdom is dark, she will only choose to face difficulties, overcome thorns and thorns, and ride the wind and waves, instead of hiding her name and hoeing fields and planting beans.

Wang Yan will never be reconciled. They are the same kind of people, all with great ambitions, looking forward to soaring in the blue sky like the Roc.

Li Hanyao calmed down.

Don't recognize each other!

This does not mean that she has given up on Wang Yan, on the contrary, she has strengthened her determination to marry Wang Yan. She looked at the man standing in front of the stove and secretly decided: when she flies to the clouds, she will have the qualifications and ability to marry him!

At this time, Wang Yan turned to look at her.

Li Hanyao looked ignorant, but she didn't know how to pretend to understand: "The cooking in the cauldron is delicious, fragrant, and fast." The pot is slow. Simmering pot of stewed chicken is good......"

Wang Yan: "......"

He is talking about "big countries", not cauldrons!

Zhang Jinyan saw his cousin's face, lowered his head and smiled.

Li Hanyao hurriedly went to the stove, squeezed Zhang Jinyan away, squatted down, took out a simmering pot from the stove hole inside, took it out and said to Wang Yan: "Nuo, this is a simmering chicken." It's very fragrant. It means that she is not talking nonsense.

Wang Yan pointed out: "Don't you say no? ”

Li Hanyao smirked.

Wang Yan asked, "Do you want to eat our fish?" ”

Li Hanyao nodded violently.

Wang Yan said: "Do you want to exchange it for chickens?" ”

Li Hanyao nodded even more.

Wang Yan said: "Okay." ”

He also wanted chicken soup.

He opened the lid of the pot, pushed the green garlic and shallots on the cutting board into the pot with a kitchen knife, and when the hot soup brought out the aroma of the green onion and garlic, the pot was started.

Li Hanyao took a deep breath - so fresh! Hurriedly asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

Wang Yan said: "Wait a while, there are two more dishes to eat." Didn't you just eat chicken noodle soup and get hungry again? ”

Li Hanyao laughed dryly twice, and said busily: "Then I'll go scoop up the dung and water the garden, and come back just in time to eat fish." "I'm leaving.

Wang Yan was upset and asked, "Where to scoop?" ”

Li Hanyao pointed to the back door and said, "Backyard." ”

As he spoke, he had already walked out.

Wang Yan Muran looked at the back of the black boy, and had already foreseen the consequences of scooping up the dung - it must be stinky, how could he stir-fry? Looking at the fragrant fish that had just been served, I suddenly felt that I didn't want to eat it so much.

Zhang Jinyan hurriedly shouted: "Don't pour it!" ”

Wang Yan motioned to him, "Stop shouting." ”

People in their hometowns are diligent, working hard at every turn, and when you pass by, you borrow a pot stove and pick and choose, what do people think?

What Li Hanyao wants is this effect - since they can't recognize each other, they have to pretend to be like each other to put an end to Wang Yan's suspicions.

The first talented woman in Jiangnan poured dung?

Whoever says it will believe it!

She's really scooping up dung.

After a while, the smell of feces expected by Wang Yan wafted into the backyard, and from the back door and back window into the stove room, blending with the smell of fish.

Wang Yan and Zhang Jinyan held their breath at the same time.

Wang Yan gritted his teeth and said: "What an iron egg!" This brain! ”

Grandma Tie Dan hurriedly ran in and smiled apologetically at Wang Yan: "My Tie Dan is diligent, I dropped my hoe to make a broom, and I can't be idle." It doesn't smell good. I'll help him go. After pouring it, it will save you from making it uncomfortable. ”

Wang Yan thought to himself: It's watered, it stinks!

When he came in, he found that the vegetable garden was on the right side of the house, and now it was only the backyard smell; After pouring it, even the front yard stinks, and there is nowhere to hide.

In fact, the farmer watered the manure sometimes, early or late, who poured it at noon, so the iron egg grandmother was weak-hearted. It's a shame that Wang Yan and Zhang Jinyan are also laymen, otherwise Li Hanyao would be self-defeating.

Li Hanyao scooped up a small half load of dung and carried it into the garden - she learned to carry the burden on the first day she came, and at this time it was a place where people couldn't see it, earning her teeth and grinning, and the stench was so smug that she almost fainted.

Back then, she got Diao Ergui into the thatched house and pushed the thatched pit, and the smell was the same as this, but she came out soon, and now she scoops and pours dung, how can it be finished for a while! The first talented woman in Jiangnan has endured an unprecedented test.

Earn to the vegetable garden and rest the burden.

She stood on the ground and looked at the tufts of green vegetables: greens, spinach, garlic, leeks...... The green seeps into the heart from the eyes.

She smiled, feeling less difficult.

She scooped up a large scoop of manure and poured it on the greens, trying to add more nutrients to them, but a hand stretched out next to her to stop her.

Granny Tie Dan whispered: "You can't pour so much!" This scoop will wash the dishes to death. Less, but also a little water......"

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

Li Hanyao can be regarded as having an understanding today.

It's easy to finish being busy, I'm tired, and then I look at the dishes of Wang Yan's roast: braised fish, green vegetables and mushrooms, fried eggs with leeks, and peanuts mixed with coriander, all of them are so tempting, and I suddenly salivate. The food cooked by Grandma Tie Dan is also delicious, but it is not as elegant as Wang Yan's scholar, not only delicious, but also pay attention to appearance: the green vegetables are shiny, and the reddish-brown mushrooms are fried tender and piled up in the middle of the green, which is extremely beautiful; The fried egg with leeks, round as the full moon of fifteen, is divided into six parts......

Li Hanyao glanced at Wang Yan and thought: You are showing your feet, pretending to be a farmer, are you cooking like you?

A lesson from the past, don't be careful!

She gave full play to the true character of a peasant boy, like a storm, gobbling up, and chewing "bar" constantly.

Zhang Jinyan didn't look good, and in the blink of an eye, half of the full moon had gone into half a moon, the mushrooms on the green vegetables had been swept away, and the fish belly meat had been drawn...... This black boy can really eat, and he doesn't know how to be humble.

Don't they all say that the countrymen are simple?

The prince decided to forget his identity and grabbed it with Li Hanyao, no matter what kind of upbringing, etiquette, and he is now also a country boy.

Li Hanyao was not to be outdone, and he grabbed it faster than him. For one, the dish is really delicious; Second, this is a dish made by Wang Yan, and she can't wait to put it all in her stomach and keep it for future reminiscences.

She couldn't help but glance at Zhang Jinyan - what to rob? I've been with Wang Yan every day, and I've been eating for seven years, haven't I eaten enough?

Zhang Jinyan was also angry - didn't you eat a big bowl of chicken noodle soup just now? Such a big sea bowl, it's scary to look at, how can it still fit it? He couldn't pull his face and told her not to eat it, saying that they bought it for money.

As if he didn't see the two of them fighting, Wang Yan held the bowl, stared at the fried mushrooms with green vegetables and staring under the sword eyebrows, stretched out his chopsticks and picked up a green vegetable leaf and put it in his mouth, chewing silently, his demeanor was elegant and indifferent. It's not that he pretended to be Sven, but he was thinking about it, and he didn't pay attention to Zhang Jinyan and the black boy at all. ——In Qinghua Mansion back then, he hid behind Xiao Mozhu's bed, Mozhu saved his own food for him, when he sat on the toilet lid and devoured a few large bowls.

Thinking back to the situation, he couldn't help but smile.

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Good night, friends! (*^▽^*)