Ning Xiang washed her hands, thinking that it was cold today, so she thought about stewing the meat, making a pot of hot dishes, and waiting for Liang Bozhao to come back and eat it.

She cut the meat into even pieces, washed the cabbage (cabbage in ancient times) and cut it into long strips, put a little lard in the pot, sprinkled the green onion and ginger in it and stir-fried until fragrant, and then poured the meat into it and stir-fried. When the meat is fried fragrant, Fang put the woad in it, add cold water, and boil it over high heat.

It didn't take long for the stove room to overflow with the aroma of meat, and when the meat was cooked, he closed the fire, opened the pot and sprinkled some salt flowers and sauce, and saw the gurgling heat in the pot, and the fragrant fragrance attracted mouthwater.

Ning Xiang looked at this pot of meat, thinking that Liang Bozhao would be able to eat a delicious meal when he came back, his heart was very beautiful, the corners of his lips couldn't help but rise, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of sweet smiles.

The pork and vegetables here are stewed, and the incense over there has already been mixed with the noodles, and two large bowls of noodles were rolled out, which were loosely placed on the board, just waiting for Liang Bozhao to come back and put them in the pot.

After doing this, Ning Xiang clapped her little hands, and before she slapped the flour on her hands, she heard that the door of her courtyard had been opened, and the steady footsteps of the man sounded.

Liang Bozhao is back.

Ning Xiang's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and she was about to walk out of the stove room to greet him, but she saw him striding in and had already walked in.

Looking at each other, the look of joy on the little lady's face couldn't help but fall into the man's eyes so clearly.

Because of Ning Xiang's sentence in the morning, "Come back early", Liang Bozhao did not delay all the way, almost non-stop, the steamed buns prepared for him by Ning Xiang had already been eaten up in the city, and Liang Bozhao was not only a servant at this time, but also hungry. As soon as I got home, I smelled the fragrance of vegetables, and when I stepped into the stove room, I saw a little lady with crooked eyebrows and a smile.

And this little lady was obviously waiting for him, the moment she saw him, a blush appeared on Ning Xiang's white face, but she was still happy, and she only greeted her husband and said softly; "I'm back."

Liang Bozhao nodded, and by candlelight, he saw a small piece of flour on her cheek, and saw the rolled noodles on the board, the man's lips rose, and he stretched out his hand to wipe the flour off her face for her.

Ning Xiang was stunned, and hurriedly wiped it with his hands, but forgot that his hands were also full of flour.

The smile on the corner of Liang Bozhao's lips became thicker, and he only whispered; "Don't wipe it."

Ning Xiang stopped her hand, and then she saw the flour on her hand, presumably her face must be extremely embarrassed now, and her face was as red as the sunset, and she was very ashamed.

Liang Bozhao picked up her little face and wiped all the flour off her face for her, his fingers were very rough, and the skin under his fingers was more and more delicate and delicate, which was simply blown.

The daughter of a farmer rarely has such delicate skin, and the fragrance is unique.

Ning Xiang didn't dare to move, his breath was hot, spraying on her cheeks, only making her heart beat wildly, and even her body was hot.

Finally, the man withdrew his hand.

"You go and rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon." Ning Xiang lowered her eyes, her heart fluttered, she lowered her eyebrows and went to the edge of the stove, and put the noodles in the pot.