Liang Bozhao stretched out his hand, and while taking the bowl, he held the small hands together.

Ning Xiang's heart was pounding, and she didn't withdraw her hand, the man's palm was thick and warm, and the temperature from his fingertips almost burned her skin.

She didn't understand it herself, it was clear that she had been married to him in her previous life, but she was still so shy and flustered in this life. Just like at this time, she stood there with low eyebrows, both wanting to see him, but also ashamed to look at him, a little face white and red, with a soft and moist halo, she was a newly married little daughter-in-law.

Finally, Liang Bozhao took the bowl.

Ning Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, and then dared to look up at him, and when the man's eyes came to him, Ning Xiang was stunned, and hurriedly returned to the stove room, like a deer that had fallen into the enemy's trap, which made people laugh.

For dinner, there was nothing to eat at home, Ning Xiang racked her brains and made a big bowl of somen noodles for Liang Bozhao, the noodles were rolled by her own hands, and the rolling was extremely fine and chewy. There was no meat soup, so I could only choose a handful of green vegetables and throw them into the pot to cook, and when the noodles came out of the pot, I stuffed a spoonful of lard at the bottom of the bowl and sprinkled some salt flowers, worried that Liang Bozhao would be tasteless, and Ning Xiang dripped a few drops of sauce on the noodles, and cut a plate of pickles brought back from my mother's house, and then served it on the table.

Liang Bozhao likes to eat noodles, although it is a bowl of clear soup noodles, but it is very suitable for his taste. Although he is a foreigner, he also knows that the villagers are used to eating rice, looking at the noodles in the incense bowl, Liang Bozhao said lightly; "Don't make noodles in the future, just cook rice."

Ning Xiang was picking a few noodles with chopsticks and chewing them gently in her mouth, hearing Liang Bozhao's words, Ning Xiang swallowed the noodles and whispered; "But I... Likes to eat pasta. ”

Liang Bozhao raised his head, and his bright black eyes pressed towards her.

Ning Xiang panicked, for fear that he would find out that he was lying, so he added another sentence; "I've loved food since I was a child."

Liang Bozhao stopped talking, only buried his head in eating noodles, his eating appearance was a little scary, although Ning Xiang was the daughter of the farmer, but the father and brother in the family had never been like him when eating, as if he couldn't eat this meal, a bowl of noodles only ate fast and fierce.

In his previous life, he was the same, Ning Xiang still remembered that at that time, she was disgusted because he was too rude to eat, and even later, she didn't want to share a table with him at all, and would rather eat in the stove room than a table with him. But now, when she watched him gobble up, she felt a little pity in her heart.

Liang Bozhao's hometown is in Qinzhou, I heard that it has been a desolate place since ancient times, there are nine years of famine in ten years, and it is common for ordinary people to not be able to fill their stomachs.

Thinking of this, Ning Xiang felt guilty and pity, and when Liang Bozhao finished eating a bowl of noodles, she hurriedly dialed the noodles in her bowl to him, while dialing, and whispered; "You eat first, and if it's not enough, I'll do it."

Liang Bozhao looked at her, his eyes were as deep as water, but he stopped his chopsticks.

Ning Xiang looked at his appearance, and her heart was groaning, "What's wrong?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Ning Xiang remembered that her bowl had already been eaten by her, and what her daughter-in-law had eaten, how could she give it to her husband, Ning Xiang panicked, stood up and was about to get his bowl; "Don't eat it, I'll make it clean for you."