"Grandma, I'm back." She beckoned, "Are you hungry?" ”

"I'm not hungry yet," Qin put down his needlework and walked out of the back room after a while, "Yo, where did you catch the fish?" ”

"Just the stream, milk, you go back to the house, it's windy at night, I'm busy outside." He Mai said with a smile and helped Qin's shoulders into the house.

Qin couldn't sit still, so he had to come out, so he took out the rice soaked at noon with He Mai, and asked, "Is it white porridge or what kind of porridge?" ”

He Mai said: "To make white porridge, I will make two more toppings." ”

There was also a small handful of rice mixed in the rice soaked in the afternoon, and the two kinds of rice were soaked for a day, and they became more and more white and crystal like snow.

As usual, I left the rice washing water, put the wet white rice in the dustpan, scooped a spoonful of lard and pushed it away in the palm of my hand, and began to rub the white rice in the dustpan.

When every grain of rice stands on the aroma of lard and becomes smooth and sweet, the first step to make this white porridge delicious is completed.

Then boil water in the pot, scatter the rice into it, add firewood to the stove, pull up the bellows, boil the water over the fire, and the rice also turns flowers in the pot.

In the heat of boiling porridge, He Mai set up a small stove, put a small iron pot on it, smeared some lard in the pot, and put the green onion and ginger slices into it.

The green onion and ginger are stir-fried, and then the small fresh fish that Qin's has picked up is put into the pot, and the fishy smell of the fresh fish is dispersed by the fragrance of the green onion and ginger, leaving only the fresh fragrance.

The small fresh fish is small, and it is cooked in the pot, and this kung fu wheat scoops out half a spoonful of the sauce in the jar and puts it in the pot.

In an instant, the salty and fragrant smell poured into the nostrils of He Mai, and she turned over the vegetables in the iron pot while inhaling the fragrance that ran into the air, so as not to waste it......

Another soybean and eggplant diced mixed with chives and fried toppings, spread in white porridge, is also very delicious.

When the meal was served, Qin Shi looked at the fish sauce toppings spread on the white porridge in the stoneware bowl, and then looked at the other toppings in the wheat bowl, and asked, "Hemai, why don't you eat the toppings of this fish sauce?" ”

Lin Hemai said with a smile: "I love to eat soybean and eggplant toppings, milk, can you taste the fish sauce, if it is delicious, I will catch fish tomorrow." ”

Qin Shi took a sip of porridge, plucked a small chopsticks and fish sauce in his mouth, and nodded again and again: "It's delicious, fragrant and fresh, ouch, Hemai, your skill in making porridge is really amazing, it's better than meat!" ”

Lin Hemai smiled, "Milk, it's good if you want to eat it, it's the first time I made the toppings of fish sauce, I'm afraid you don't want to eat it!" ”

"What's the matter, I'm willing to eat whatever my wheat does!" Qin said happily, his mood became a little happier, and he drank two bowls of porridge in a row.

The old man was easy to get sleepy when he was full, and Qin yawned again and again and sat by the window for a while, and the needlework was not good, so he asked He Mai to persuade him to cover the quilt and fall asleep.

He Mai also wanted to take off his coat and go to bed, but somehow, his heart was pounding, as if he was going to jump out of his chest for her to see.

And the wind in this night is obviously warm, but now her hands and feet are cold, and there is a feeling of weakness that haunts her before she can do something bad.

She is struggling with a question right now: Is this Yang Liulang's house going or not going?

As soon as he thought of staring at him earnestly with those starry eyes in the early morning, a clear and tight voice escaped from his mouth, telling her to go to his house tonight......

Really going, really going, really going?

A voice in his heart kept shouting, and He Mai's whole person was also in a state of entanglement.

She didn't realize at all that when she began to think about whether to go to Yang Liulang's house for an appointment, Yang Liulang was no longer just the hunter in the same village who had met her once, Yang Liulang's status had already undergone a slight change at the moment when she came to deliver eggs yesterday.

When He Mai decided to pay attention to the house where Yang Liulang went, Qin, who had been asleep for about half an hour, suddenly turned over, and seemed to shout He Mai in a daze.

He Mai sat on the edge of the kang and his body was a little stiff.

Although she knew that she went to Yang Liulang just to ask about yesterday's handkerchief, if this matter was seen by outsiders...... It is inevitable that people will make irresponsible remarks. To be clear, this is not a glorious thing!

But Yang Liulang didn't go into the mountains to hunt on weekdays, and it was not easy to find him to ask about it, otherwise, he wouldn't have to wait until the moon was dark and the wind was high to find Yang Liulang.

He Mai sat in the dark room, and after seeing that the Qin clan called her, there was no movement, and the snoring gradually started, and the heart that was hanging nervously gradually relaxed.

After waiting for a while, Qin's snoring was even and long, and He Mai arched himself and tiptoed out of the house......

Yang Liulang's house is also at the foot of Xiaoqingshan, but you have to walk around the foot of the mountain to walk on the half-column incense to see the small courtyard of Yang Liulang's house.

A few months ago, when He Mai first came to Xiaoqing Village, she got acquainted with the mountain grass, and the enthusiastic mountain grass had already taken her to walk through the stream at the foot of the mountain inside and outside Xiaoqing Village.

And when she was in the diary when these families were located, she never thought that one day she would sneak to Yang Liulang's house at the foot of the mountain, and she didn't know what Yang Liulang was doing at this time? Do you stand in the courtyard and wait for her, or do you find a bench to sit outside the door and look out?

He Mai imagined Yang Liulang sitting on the bench and looking out of the door, sitting on a small bench with his tall body, heh......

He Mai felt a little amused, but quickly held back again.

The two have just met once, even if they are about to get married, it can only be regarded as "acting on orders", she is not voluntary, and she will not will, is this Yang Liulang still a stranger in the strict sense, so Xiao wants to be a stranger, is she crazy?

Lin Hemai coughed lightly, and quickened his pace to run towards Yang Liulang's house.

When she was about to arrive at the door of Yang Liulang's house, she couldn't help but hesitate again.

Go, really want to go?

I really shouldn't have come! She secretly thought that she, an unmarried girl, ran to a strange man's house in the middle of the night, even if no one saw and no one knew, this matter was really disgraceful!

What has become of her? Isn't this kind of behavior even more shameless than Aunt Fang in the village!

When she landed, the face of one of her girls' houses burned brightly, and she remembered what Yang Liulang said in the morning, and couldn't help but think, this guy lured the young girl to his house, I'm afraid he didn't have a good heart!

Her anger found another reason for her to go to Yang Liulang's house - she wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Yang Liulang's gourd! If she dared to do anything to her, she would have to cripple Yang Liulang!