In the end, Han Jin rolled up his sleeves and began to roll out the dough sheet, and Zhou Lanxiang was placed next to the warm stove, sitting on a stool to guide him, and Han Jin's padded jacket was still padded on the stool.

Han Jin may have never touched the stove before today, but Zhou Lanxiang had the impression of his previous life and knew that he was very talented in this area, so he sat down and guided him with confidence.

Sure enough, after asking what to do, Han Jin washed his hands and began to knead and roll the dough.

As soon as I got started, I was full of posture, not at all like a first-time cooker, and it was such a difficult meal as making dough sheets.

Xiaoshan admired him very much: "Brother Jin, you are so powerful!" ”

Han Jin glanced at Xiangxiang, she also looked at herself with a smile, and she definitely felt that she had done a good job! Han Jin's hand kneading the dough became more energetic, and he raised his eyebrows at Xiaoshan: "How many times have I watched Xiangxiang do it before, but she didn't do it well, and learning one or two points is enough for you to see!" ”

After saying that, she also learned from Xiangxiang to coax her when she was a child, pulled down a small piece of dough, pinched it with a big palm, pinched something that she couldn't see what it was, and handed the ball to Xiaoshan in frustration: "Bake it for Xiangxiang to eat." ”

Zhou Lanxiang snorted and laughed, this child, coax her as a little doll! When he was a child, she coaxed him like this, pinched a ball of noodles for him, pinched a little hedgehog rabbit or something, and roasted it in the stove for him to eat.

Han Jin was a little embarrassed, lowered his head and kneaded the dough vigorously, originally kneading a little hard dough in Zhou Lanxiang's hands, kneading the marshmallow in his hands, and kneading it with a pair of big hands in a few clicks.

Rolling the dough sheet is even easier for him, and after a few rolls, it is neatly cut.

After rolling out the dough sheet, Xiaoshan also baked the ball of four pieces to be golden and crispy, Zhou Lanxiang took it funny, and deliberately coaxed Han Jin: "This flower is really good, what does Xiao Jin look like!" ”

Han Jin's eyes lit up, he squatted beside her and couldn't pretend to be an adult, the smile on his face expanded little by little, and he put his hand on her knee like a puppy and wagged his tail.

Zhou Lanxiang looked at him and smiled, and cherished the ball of four things to put in the room.

Xiaoshan was not convinced: "Sister, how can you see that it is a flower?" "It's more like a lump of poop, okay!

The corner of Zhou Lanxiang's eyes swept Han Jin's back nervously, laughing in her heart, but her face was very serious: "This is originally a flower, how can you look at it?" ”

Han Jin relaxed, squeezed Xiaoshan away from the burning pony, and seriously filled the stove with wood, the warm fire light shone on his particularly bright eyes, and his overly tough facial features softened.

Zhou Lanxiang was amused while cooking the noodles, of course she knew that it was a flower, and she remembered Han Jin's little habits for many years.

Since she was a child, this child has stubbornly believed that everything given to her must be beautiful, with flowers, and the flowers that he thinks are beautiful must also be picked back for her.

At the age of three, he knew that he had asked his grandfather to sell mountain goods to "buy flowers and clothes for Xiangxiang", and the only time he took his parents' things when he was seven years old was to see that his sister planted a few Yimei people under the window looked good, and when he went back, there was no one left for Xiangxiang.

In the past two years, I have turned around and sent flower cloth to Zhou Lanxiang in the name of Xiaoshan's classmates, and I bought them with good-looking flowers, elegant and tender, Zhou Lanxiang looked good but didn't dare to wear them, they were all colors worn by seventeen or eighteen-year-old girls.

After he was released from prison, he became even more stubborn, not to mention buying her clothes, that is, in her house, he brought a bouquet of flowers with him, almost bringing a bouquet back and forth, no matter what he said, he just liked to give her flowers.

Zhou Lanxiang took out the hot and fragrant noodles, scooped out the driest and gave Han Jin a big bowl, accompanied by Xuan Tengteng's cornmeal cake and chili flakes pickles, and motioned him to eat quickly: "I thought about giving you to come back yesterday to eat, but you didn't come, hurry up and eat more today." ”

Then while serving noodles to Xiaoshan and himself, he asked him a little distressedly, "Did you come back for dinner in the middle of the night last night?" In the future, when you come back from outside on a cold day, you should soak your feet well, and don't sleep with the cold. ”

Han Jin's attention was different from her, he looked up from the big bowl and looked at her seriously: "You waited for me yesterday?" ”

Zhou Lanxiang picked the noodles in her bowl and picked them into Han Jin and Xiaoshan bowls: "I didn't mean to wait for you, I slept too much during the day." She really couldn't sleep well when he didn't come back, thinking that he was cold and hungry, and waited until late.

Han Jin couldn't help it, but he still laughed loudly, and deliberately pretended not to care: "Then I'll come to see you every day (at night) in the future, so that you won't be able to sleep." ”

Zhou Lanxiang looked at him like that, but when he was happy, she also felt that her heart was open, so she followed his meaning: "No, I always think about it if I don't look at you, don't run around when it's dark in the future, just be in the tunzi, save me from worrying." ”

Han Jin happily agreed, picked the soft thin noodles and tender cabbage hearts in his bowl into the fragrant bowl, and taught Xiaoshan: "Don't pick the thick ones, Xiangxiang doesn't like to eat like that!" ”

Make your own decisions and return all the noodles that Xiaoshan picked for Xiangxiang, and let her only eat what she picked.

Xiaoshan was a little unconvinced: "Sister, what do you like to eat?" I'll pick what you like to eat. ”

Zhou Lanxiang raised her hand to give each of these two boys a look: "Eat well!" Don't put your chopsticks in my bowl anymore! "How can you still be the same as when you were a child when you are so old, and you don't forget to compete for favor when you eat!

Both of them were honest, Xiaoshan made a grimace at Han Jin, lowered his head and snorted and drank soup, Han Jin took advantage of Xiaoshan's inattention or sent Xiangxiang two chopsticks He thought she would love to eat thin noodles, seeing Zhou Lanxiang bowed her head and ate before raising her eyebrows and smiling, she ate honestly.

Zhou Lanxiang couldn't cry or laugh, she was really the same as when she was a child, this kid wouldn't be honest if he didn't make some small moves to prove that he had the upper hand!

In the past few days, Zhou Lanxiang has not dared to ask Han Jin directly about the shotgun, and there is no movement on his side, just remembering that he was panicked, and Xiaoshan brought back the news in the evening: "Something happened to Mushroom Tun!" Brother Jin sent Aunt Han and his second sister-in-law back to her parents' house, and asked me to accompany my sister before leaving, saying that I will definitely not come back tonight, so let you go to bed early and don't wait for him. ”

It turned out that a few people from the mushroom tun went up the mountain today, and they didn't know how to fall into the trap dug by others, and the trap was still evil, and it was a series of traps that the old hunters would arrange a long time ago, and the three people who went together broke their legs, and one hit the ground with a big head, and now they haven't woken up, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.

The one with the most serious injuries is Han Jin's uncle's cousin, and the other two who broke their legs are Han Jin's second sister-in-law's maiden brothers.

On the surface, this matter has nothing to do with Grandpa Han's shotgun, but Zhou Lanxiang has a hunch that it must have something to do with the shotgun and Han Jin.