Even the little brother hid in the house with a bag on his head and didn't dare to come out again.

Soon there was the sound of reading in the room, and the ears were finally quiet, and Lian Xiao did his work quietly.

In the past, she was tired from work and bored in life, she always liked to cook, nested in a trivial small space, her face was steaming with heat, and she was dyed with the smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

A talent will not be too cold.

Near noon, every household gets off work to cook, passes by the ridges, and occasionally sniffs.

"Damn, who is not old enough to have big fish and meat, my stomach is fragrant."

After speaking, the belly that tightened his belt sang the empty city plan cooperatively, and stepped up his pace to go home to eat pimple soup and wowotou.

And through the fields, far from the bottom of the cowshed, a crisp female voice hummed a small tune, and the smoke of the cooking smoke filled the air through the reinforced canopy, one fragrance after another spread in the air.

The atmosphere was so strong that I couldn't read the books in the room, and the words were boring, and after a while, they all opened the door to let in the air, and several figures wandered to the back of the house.

Even Xiaobei Gou's nose was the most clever, and he had already jumped at the front with a hara, but as soon as he turned around, he first saw a young man with handsome eyebrows leaning against the edge of the pillar.

He didn't think about it, he opened his mouth, "Eh, Huo...... Not! ”

A big hand was covered tighter than his sister's.

Even the younger brother wept in the wind, feeling that he was not welcomed.

The first few old men looked at each other, and they all slowed down in consensus, and came behind the young man, and the old naughty probed his brain like a child, and after looking at it for a long time, they all showed a satisfied look.

Huo Jingyun looked at the thumbs handed over, and his cold eyes swept towards his grandfather, quite helpless.

I can only bring everyone back.

"It's time to eat."

The soft and sweet voice sounded, and Huo Jingyun took the lead in opening the door and helping to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Lian Xiaobei, who was one step behind, looked at the young man's back depressedly, and his little brows were tangled into twists.

During the banquet, everyone was full of praise for Lian Xiao, and the greedy old man flickered: "Lian girl, don't mention the sweet and delicious osmanthus wine you brewed last time, it is this table of braised bamboo shoots and dried duck, chicken stewed mushrooms, vinegared radish shreds, and crucian carp tofu soup, the so-called home-cooked dishes are easy to make, but it is difficult to do well." ”

"Your craft, I don't think it's worse than the Beijing Hotel, are you interested in trying it?"

Jingcheng Hotel.

Lian Xiao vaguely remembers that it was the most famous international hotel in the 80s, and it received dignitaries and foreign guests.

She paused her chopsticks, then quickly shook her head with a smile, and touched the head of the little leather monkey next to her, "Home is here, now I just want to earn money to send my little brother to school." ”

The old man expressed his regret and commented on Lian's little brother's expertise in all aspects.

Lian Xiao remembered them one by one, and later learned that the five or six old people here, except for Huo Jingyun's grandfather and grandfather, were not members of the Huo family.

"Eh, when there was an accident, a few of our old bones were closely watched, and the most hopeless was life and death, and whoever led us was a drag. I didn't expect it to be the head of the Huo family in the end. Grandpa Guo, whose legs and feet were not too light, but whose voice was like a flood bell, patted the old man on the shoulder and laughed loudly: "It's still your old Huo who can teach his grandson, Jingyun, this kid is only fifteen years old, he carries the muzzle of the gun, and pulls us over, if he hadn't been there for all these years, we would have become a lump of cow dung in the shed, hahaha......"

Old man Guo is not rough, and no one laughs at him for being vulgar in a few years of rural life, but he recalls those hard years and sighs to each other.

Lian Xiao stole a glance at the young man at the table.

I didn't expect that such a breezy and sunny person could carry big things silently.