Sikong stood on the edge of the stream, looking at the back of Ruoshui leaving, his cheeks turned red.

He gently lifted his hand and sniffed it. Ruoshui just pulled this hand and saved him.

There was still the scent of sailor's hand on that hand.

Fresh and elegant, refreshing.

"What a pretty girl, I like it." Sikong said, "If only I could make her my patriarch's wife!" ”

Wakasui soon returned to the place where he had previously lived.

The little beggar is waiting here.

After seeing Ruoshui, Xiao Qi hurriedly pulled her into the yard.

In addition to their people, there was one more young man in the courtyard.

That young man was Si Chen, the younger brother of the patriarch.

After seeing Ruoshui, he smiled at Ruoshui and nodded.

Ruoshui suddenly felt that this person named Si Chen was a little similar to the person named Sikong just now.

She didn't think much about it, after all, they all grew up in this valley, maybe there was some kind of origin.

"Guys, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you? My brother invited you to my house for dinner. The patriarch's brother said.

"Is the patriarch going to invite us to dinner?" Old man Dugu's eyes lit up, "Then you have to go, there must be something delicious in the patriarch's house!" ”

The people followed the patriarch's brother to the patriarch's house.

The patriarch was already waiting at the door to greet everyone.

The patriarch is a young man, and he looks very handsome, and he is quite strong at the same time.

After seeing the young man, Ruoshui immediately recognized him, he was the young man she had met by the creek before.

Sikong also immediately recognized Ruoshui.

After seeing Ruoshui, Sikong showed a bright smile.

"It's you, Sikong." Ruoshui said.

Sikong nodded: "It's me, when I was on the edge of the stream just now, the time was too short, and I didn't have time to say anything more to you, so you left." ”

The old man Dugu looked at Ruoshui and then at Sikong, blinking his eyes.

"So you just met a handsome guy by the creek?" Old man Dugu asked in a low voice.

Ruoshui gave him a blank look, but did not speak.

"Everyone, here, I am the patriarch of the Wangxiang clan, and my name is Sikong. You can call me Akong. Everyone, please come to the house and sit down and rest. Sikong said to everyone very politely.

The patriarch's home is not much different from someone else's.

They are also fenced courtyard walls and thatched houses.

The clothes worn by the patriarch were not much different from the others, they were also linen clothes, dyed with natural plants.

The patriarch is not much different from others, and he is also kind and close to the people.

The breakfast at the patriarch's house is not much different from that in other people's homes.

Coarse tea and light rice, but it has a different taste.

Millet porridge, steamed buns, pickled vegetables, fried baby greens. Fried egg.

The patriarch Sikong said to everyone apologetically: "I'm really sorry, I don't have any good things at home, and I like to eat these things for breakfast." If you want something good, come back at noon. ”

Ruoshui smiled and said, "This is very good, breakfast should be lighter." ”

"yes, I like this kind of breakfast." The old man Dugu also said.

After everyone was seated, they began to eat.

"This millet porridge is grown by me, it tastes very fragrant, everyone try it." Sikong picked up the wooden spoon and served millet porridge to everyone.

Ruoshui hurriedly stretched out his hand, trying to snatch the wooden spoon from Sikong's hand.

"You're the patriarch, and I'm supposed to do something like this." Ruoshui said.

Sikong had a gentle smile on his face.

"I, the patriarch, am just a vacant position. I'm usually a civilian like the big guys. ”