Chapter 62 Hatred is born from the heart
"You go back."
She was expressionless: "For the sake of the former villagers, we will still treat each other politely, and don't appear in front of us again in the future, everyone is not happy to look at it." ”
Then he lifted his feet and went into the house.
Behind him, Liu screamed bitterly: "Miss Qiange, can you look at us as fellow villagers and help us." ”
Hearing this, a sarcastic smile appeared on Mu Qiange's lips, and her steps paused slightly, "Help, heh, if I am in trouble today, will you help me?" ”
Liu still wanted to fight to the death, but there was a sound of Peng's door closing, and she knew that there was no hope, so she snorted at the closed door before leaving hatefully.
In the past few days, Quixi has reported on time every day, since that incident, Quixi is as majestic as a mountain peak in Xiao Yang's mind, and after Xiao Yang, even Da Yang has also fallen under his charm. This shocked Mu Qiange a lot, although Da Yang was enthusiastic about Ah Jin before, it was not like this!
Today is the official opening of the city since Zhang Gui brought people to make trouble, and the sound of firecrackers fell, but it brought a lot of guests. Kuixi and Da Yang shuttled through the hall to greet the guests, and from time to time they went to the kitchen to help Mu Qiange.
"Beautiful brother, you are so amazing, I was about to say who made such a loud firecracker, but I didn't expect it to be a beautiful brother, you bought it, if you want me to say, it is still your face is big, I still see so many loud firecrackers for the first time."
That's because you don't know much. Mu Qiange pursed his lips, thinking so in his heart.
"Hahaha." Quixi had a deep voice, slapped him on the shoulder twice, and gave him a slap on his small body: "It seems that the two of us are thinking about one place, this firecracker was brought by me from the country of Shaluo." This Shu millet may not be available, if you like it, I have some there, and I will bring it to you tomorrow. ”
After doing it for a long time, it turned out to be borrowing flowers to offer Buddha. The abacus in Mu Qian's singer snapped, but his ears were pricked up.
"Okay." Xiao Yang was suddenly excited: "When Sister Qiange celebrates her birthday, I will hang it outside here and ask the neighbors to listen to it, so that Sister Qiange will celebrate her birthday." ”
Cut! Even this stinky boy still has a bit of a conscience.
Unexpectedly, Quisy climbed up the pole and continued, "Huh! What is Chika's birthday? ”
Mu Qiange's heart was full of alarm bells, and before he could speak, he heard Xiao Yang say smoothly: "October 22, it's easy to remember." ”
"How do you know your sister Qiange's birthday, shouldn't it be me!"
Xiao Yang saw that Kuixi didn't believe what he said, and couldn't help but look at Mu Qiange who was scheming anxiously.
"Sister Qiange, you should tell me if your birthday is that day."
Mu Qiange pretended not to hear it, and the movements in his hands did not mean to stop at all.
Xiao Yang pursed his mouth, looked at each other and grinned.
……
Forget it, there are a few more left and right
Months, she didn't believe that this Quisi could turn around and toss anything. Maybe it's long past and the freshness is gone.
Fortunately, there were guests again, and everyone got busy and left this little episode behind.
As evening came, the family finally stopped.
Mu Qiange's arms couldn't be raised, and Xiao Yang and Kuixi were also lying on the table like dead dogs and unwilling to move. Da Yang was reluctant to make dinner, but was forcibly held down by Mu Qiange.
"Rest well, you've been tired all day. I'll just do it at night, go to my room at night to get some medicinal oil, and ask Xiao Yang to push it for you, otherwise Ming'er will definitely hurt. ”
"How's that going to work?" Da Yang stood up: "At the end of the day, I am almost tired and lying down, not to mention you are a weak woman, besides, the dishes are ready-made, just make some rice." Don't worry, I can do it. ”
Mu Qiange's eyes were crossed: "Everyone is very tired, if you are tired, what should Xiao Yang and I do." ”
If this trick really worked, as soon as Mu Qiange's tone softened, Da Yang immediately agreed.
"So, why don't I go to the kitchen and give you a hand?"
"Hahaha, Brother Da Yang, you just have a good rest, Qiange has me over there, don't look at my hands are not as good as yours, but I often make my own fire when I go out, this is not difficult for me."
Mu Qiange glanced at Quixi, who patted his chest and assured him, a little depressed.
Why hasn't this man left yet?
But they just helped a few days ago, and now they are firecrackers and guests, and she can't open her mouth if she is ungrateful, so she can only acquiesce and let Quexi follow her into the kitchen.
Da Yang is a diligent person, whether it is the hygiene of the kitchen or the hall, he always tidies up neatly. There is a restaurant at home, and it is convenient to eat ingredients.
Seeing that there was still some pork belly left, Mu Qiange pondered for a moment, then took out a white and fat radish from the wooden cabinet, peeled it and divided it into two, and began to slice it.
The sound of knives scraping through food sounds particularly reassuring. Quisi pinched the firewood, and a pair of eyes were glued to her.
The candlelight was bright, and it was on her face and body. Those shrewd eyes were staring at the food in their hands tightly, and they didn't dare to relax for a moment. The knife in his hand fell and his movements were swift, which made him have the illusion of a warm picture of a young couple in the kitchen.
The white radish was thinly sliced, and the refreshing taste evaporated in the air, and Quisi swallowed, not knowing whether he was hungry or watching.
Mu Qiange is used to staying in the kitchen, and he can cook even more easily.
She has sliced the radish and pork belly and prepared to put it in the pot.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, when you look at it, you can't cry or laugh.
It's cold in that pot, and it's a little hot!
Look at Quicy again, with a piece of firewood in his hand and playing there, a broken branch at his feet.
She just
Say, this man is here to make trouble.
"Brother Quissy, you get up and I'll burn it."
The heavenly voice finally brought him back to his soul, and when he saw it, his face immediately turned red.
"Sister Qiange, you cut the vegetables first, and this fire will be available immediately."
What kind of vegetables are you cutting, everything is ready, just waiting to be made.
Mu Qiange didn't expose it, picked up the garlic seedlings next to him and began to peel them slowly.
Quixi's hands were fast, and he had enough energy, and after filling the stove with dry firewood, he puffed out his cheeks vigorously, and gradually raised a small flame.
Now, it's time to add firewood slowly, and don't let it go out.
In the kitchen, except for the sound of the flames beeping, it was his heartbeat.
He is a native of Saros, with a soft and bold personality, and if he meets a man or woman he likes in Saro, he will tell him bluntly. The experience of being confessed is innumerable, but it is the first time that the eldest girl has been in the sedan chair.
When I see my friends and relatives around me and the people I like, they all go straight to the beauty. But when it comes to him, why is it so difficult?
Mu Qiange is a native of Shu Huang, has no parents and brothers, and is now only single, which is a very good marriage. If it's in the country of Sharo, it's naturally not a big deal. But there are many rules in Shu Huangguo, if it is abrupt, will she be angry with herself?
But if you don't say it, how can you know her heart?
After thinking about it, Quixi was heartbroken, and he decided to test the temptation first.
"Sister Qiange."
As soon as I opened my mouth, I realized that my voice was hoarse.
"That, I think Brother Da Yang is also not young, what kind of family are you going to find for him? I know a lot of people, so I might be able to help you find out. ”
Mu Qiange was picking garlic seedlings, and when he heard this, he suddenly muttered in his heart that this Quixi is more than a woman.
But everyone has said everything, and they can't help it.
"I don't have any ideas, as long as I have a good heart, hard work and kindness, it's okay. But it mainly depends on what Brother Yang means. “
After saying that, after thinking about it, he couldn't help but admonish: "Brother Kuixi, I know you are kind, but can you not mention this matter to Da Yang first, and when there is a glimpse of the eight characters in the future, it is not too late to talk about it." ”
Da Yang's feelings for himself, how could Mu Qiange not know, but this Kuixi is too, which pot is not opened, if he mentions his life's events to Da Yang, he must blame himself.
Quixi originally wanted to say that this was not a matter at all, but when he heard Mu Qiange agree, he suddenly felt as if he had eaten honey.
Do you think of me as your own family?
As soon as his heart was beautiful, he lost his head in his hand, and a handful of firewood was stuffed into it, and the fire was almost not extinguished.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Brother Da Yang first. Speaking of which, Brother Da Yang is really good, responsible, and bloody, but it's a pity that I don't have a sister, otherwise, I must be a pair of people with Brother Da Yang. ”
See Quexi without the slightest self-will
It's an outsider, and he doesn't have an outside heart when he sees him, he is very useful for Da Yang's praise, Da Yang is like her brother, how can there be a brother who is praised and unhappy to be a sister.
Mu Qiange also relaxed suddenly, and couldn't help but say: "Brother Kuixi is busy with business, so he has been delaying and not marrying?" ”
"In the early years, my family told me about an object, and I guess I was always in business and was away from home all the year round, and I made a private agreement with someone else for life before we met. Later, my family's business gradually stabilized, and this matter has been delayed until now. ”
When Mu Qiange heard this, he was immediately embarrassed.
Does this mean that Quexi is cuckolded alive?
No matter what, knowing that the other party was so private still made Mu Qiange a little awkward. At the same time, he also felt a little sympathy for his tragic experience.
No wonder he always likes to come to his house to join in the fun, looking at this face, he is probably in his twenties and eighteens, but he has no wife and no room.
Mu Qiange decided that if he came back in the future, he would turn a blind eye, and Xiao Yang and Da Yang also liked him, so he should talk to him.
Quixi didn't know that he had been defined as a pitiful person in Mu Qiange's mind, and at this moment, he was fantasizing in his heart that if the two of them could live together in the future, the picture of a few obedient children around his knees was really exciting to think about.
With a "zing" sound, the dish was poured into the hot oil and stir-fried a few times, and the aroma was fragrant.
"Sister Qiange, I'm a bit stupid, but I definitely don't have two hearts for others. You see, you are not married, I am not married, otherwise, let's make do with it, do you think? ”
Hanging his head, he finally said what was in his heart as if he was constipated, but he didn't hear any movement for a long time, and when he looked up, Mu Qiange was engrossed in stir-frying the dishes in the pot.
In fact, it's no wonder that Mu Qiange, this man's voice is like a mosquito, and there is a lot of movement in the pot, so he covers it cleanly.
She didn't respond from time to time, and the courage he had originally saved was suddenly wiped out.
By the time the food was served, the family was dying of hunger.
When the beautiful brother arrives at our house, we must not ask him to go to the kitchen with Sister Qiange. Xiao Yang sandwiched a chopstick fish, thinking so in his heart.
And Da Yang was even more thoughtful, the reason why he was not worried that Quixi would snatch Mu Qiange away was because Qiange looked at him with the same eyes as himself, but he treated Mu Qiange like a lover and a relative.
(End of chapter)