"No, no!" Ding Guodong waved his hand and said, "I'm afraid you won't be used to it." The clear eyes of the eyes waved, "You can go to the service agency to buy it or the state-run canteen." ”

"Didn't you say I was extravagant and wasteful?" Shen Yiling said very formally, "Thank you, Ding Guodong, for correcting my wrong thoughts in time and pulling me over from the edge of the cliff." ”

"Uh......" Ding Guodong was blocked by her words and had nothing to say, it was really a spear to attack the shield of the son.

Shen Yiling saw his constipated expression, haha...... My heart blossomed.

Ah! Finally won back a city.

"There are so many dead grass in your yard that are burned, and the chopsticks are roasted on the fire with steamed buns, and the baked steamed buns are delicious." Shen Yiling smashed her mouth and smacked her mouth, with an aftertaste on her face.

"Dry grass can't roast steamed buns, and the taste is not good." Ding Guodong hurriedly said, "The smell of fireworks is not good." ”

"I said for a long time, don't you let me bake steamed buns to eat?" Shen Yiling puffed out her cheeks and glared at him.

"No, what I want to say is that there is firewood in the yard, and this roasted steamed bun is delicious, stronger than withered grass." Ding Guodong got up and went to the cabinet to open it, and pierced two steamed buns bigger than a man's fist with chopsticks.

"Yikes! It's amazing how this cabinet closed itself. Shen Yiling staggered over and looked at the waist-high black cabinet with a surprised expression.

"I just saw that the door could close automatically before I came to fill the dishes, chopsticks and food." Ding Guodong handed her the two steamed buns and said, "I'll go make a fire." ”

Ding Guodong went out to get some chopping wood and walked to the middle of the yard, the night was as cold as water, there was no trace of wind, he wiped the match and lit a fire.

As soon as she saw that the fire was lit, Shen Yiling ran over excitedly and put the steamed buns on the flame and roasted them directly.

Seeing this, Ding Guodong directly snatched the steamed bun in her hand, which startled Shen Yiling, "Be careful not to burn you." Looking at his hand with concern, he said, "It's not hot!" ”

"Nope!" Ding Guodong took the steamed bun, turned his head, held the chopsticks, and baked the steamed bun a little away from the red flame, "You are really spoiling the food, you baked the steamed bun just now." ”

"Oh! I haven't done it, so I'm not very skilled. Shen Yiling touched her nose uncomfortably and said.

"Go and move two little benches." Ding Guodong directly commanded.

Shen Yiling slipped into the house and moved the two-month stool out, "Your stool is so strange, why is it like this." He put it behind his lap and said, "Sit down!" Then he went around the campfire, put down his stool, and ran back into the house, and sat down opposite him with a glass bottle of pickles and a pair of chopsticks.

"It's called a crescent stool!" Ding Guodong rolled the steamed bun and said, "Its shape is taken from the round piers, square stools, and waist drum stools of Buddhism and India, but it is not at all like its ancestors." Its shape is new and chic, and every effort has been made to beautify it, and even the legs are carved beautifully. Although it is still a four-legged seat, it is completely different from the square stool of the Northern Wei Dynasty. These crescent stools are the creative products of the furniture masters of the Tang Dynasty, and they are also the result of the integration of Buddhist culture and Han culture, and they are the exquisite fruits of Buddhist furniture taking root and blossoming in Han China. ”

Shen Yiling put her hands on her cheeks, her eyes sparkled to listen to his mellow voice, and her face was fascinated. The red flames stained his handsome face.

It's so cute!

Ding Guodong concentrated on the baked steamed buns, and continued without raising his head, "The crescent stool, with a dignified and vigorous body, a chic and new shape, and gorgeous and exquisite decoration, is the most Tang style furniture. The crescent stool is unified with the image of a plump, graceful and luxurious lady of the Tang Dynasty. ”

"You know a lot!" Shen Yiling said with bright eyes, her eyes were full of tenderness, and her smile made people look very comfortable.

"From the book." Ding Guodong raised his eyes and glanced at the gorgeous face in the fire, and immediately lowered his head again and said in a muffled voice.

"I get a headache when I see a book." Shen Yiling shook her head slightly and said, "That's why he asked me to be a librarian, hoping that I would be infected with culture, but unfortunately I am not that material." ”

After a while, the yard was filled with the rich aroma of roasted steamed buns, which made people hungry and insects run out.

"Alright." Ding Guodong handed one of the steamed buns to her and said, "Eat it while it's hot!" ”

Shen Yiling took the chopsticks, pouted and blew the steamed bun with a red and glamorous mouth, "Do you want to eat?" I'll break you half. ”

When Ding Guodong heard the prestige, he saw her bright red lips in the firelight, and quickly lowered his head and said, "No, I've eaten." "I silently said in my heart that I should not look at indecent things, and I would not look at indecent things......

Shen Yiling sandwiched the pickles, took a bite of the salty and fragrant crispy pickles, and took a bite of the steamed buns, eating with relish.

"This pickle is so delicious!" Shen Yiling said with a smile.

"Hmm!"

"Did you pickle it yourself?" Shen Yiling had nothing to say.

"Hmm!"

Shen Yiling raised her eyes to look at Ding Guodong, who was hanging his head, and said, "Is there gold on the ground?" ”

"Hmm......" Ding Guodong suddenly shook his head again, "No." Cleverly made an excuse and said, "I have to look down at the steamed buns, don't bake them, it's shameful to waste food." ”

This guy, is she a flood beast? Shen Yiling took a big bite of the steamed bun and chirped up.

Ding Guodong looked at her in astonishment when he heard this, his eyes were straight, he couldn't believe it.

Attract it! Shen Yiling raised her head, looked at the expression on his face before she had time to retract it, and said, "I like to eat like this, it's very fragrant." ”

"You feel free." What else can Ding Guodong say?

"Are you always so serious? Like a little old man. Shen Yiling pouted and said, "It affects appetite very much." ”

"There's nothing to talk about?" Ding Guodong said seriously.

"It's cold, let's harvest the autumn in the field!" Shen Yiling said with great interest, "Did Mai Miao come out?" ”

"Don't talk about such awkward topics." Ding Guodong said angrily, obviously I don't understand, I have to talk about crops, it's really embarrassing for her, leeks and wheat seedlings can't tell the difference.

"Hmm!" Shen Yiling changed the topic and said, "Do you say there will be a typhoon this month?" ”

"It's going to be winter soon, and there's still a typhoon anywhere." Ding Guodong said matter-of-factly.

"Do you like the rain?" Shen Yiling continued to be speechless.

"Like! I'm the most in tune. Ding Guodong looked at her and said seriously, this is not a lie, the wind and rain are smooth, which means that you are not hungry. This is the best and most simple wish of every farmer.

Shen Yiling said abruptly, "I used to hate rain. His eyes wandered and his face was full of smiles, "Now!" I also like the wind and rain. He deliberately said, "Only when the wind and rain are good can the fields harvest more crops." ”

As a result, I saw that Ding Guodong was still roasting steamed buns seriously, and he didn't even look at her.