, the fastest update of the latest chapter of the pet farmer little girl! "You peek?" An Xiu'er questioned.

"Nope." Zhang Zhenan shook his head, "You still can't believe me?" ”

"If not, forget it." An Xiu'er didn't want to dwell on this topic with him, so she turned around sullenly and returned to the house.

Zhang Zhenan also walked in, he took the initiative to pour out the water in the basin, while An Xiuer sat at the stove, putting the clothes that had just been dried on the stove and roasting them.

She lowered her head and stretched out her hand to roast her clothes seriously by the fire, Zhang Zhen'an lay on the meadow, feeling the crunching of the straw under her, which was uncomfortable.

Turning over and over, the sound of the rain has been ticking in his ears, and he has inexplicably added a kind of boredom in his heart, looking sideways at An Xiu'er who is baking clothes, only to see her back and half of her face, the black hair on the back of her head is pulled up, a little messy, but when he looks at it, his heart is inexplicably settled.

"The night is a little cold, this garment will dry tomorrow, you better rest early." He said in a deep voice.

An Xiu'er just rolled her eyes and smiled at him, and said, "It's okay, I'll dry this clothes now, and I will have to wear it tomorrow." ”

In this humid spring, this clothes are placed here, but they are not so easy to dry, anyway, she made up for a while this morning, and she can't sleep for a while.

Zhang Zhen'an stopped talking when he heard this, he put his hands behind his head, looked up at the roof, the slightly dilapidated roof, a little gray, and a spider in the corner hung its web there, quietly waiting for its prey.

The night was long, the candles in the room were slowly getting shorter, but Zhang Zhenan couldn't sleep, he turned his head to look at An Xiu'er, she had almost baked her clothes, and at this moment, she was folding the last piece of clothing in her hand and putting it on the chair.

Zhang Zhen'an looked at her and felt that she should go to bed and rest, but she washed her hands, walked to the desk again, and pounded her reconciliation with the flour that was put aside.

"What are you doing, are you still going to steam this steamed bun tonight?" Zhang Zhenan asked hesitantly.

"Hmm." An Xiu'er nodded and said, "The time for making noodles last time was not enough, the steamed buns were a little hard, this time it happened to be enough time, I will do it slowly, and steam it tonight, so that it will be hot tomorrow morning, which is very convenient." ”

As she spoke, she began to knead the dough, Zhang Zhenan lay on her side on the meadow with her hands on her shoulders to watch her, watching her tender little white hands holding the dough and kneading it on the cutting board.

Zhang Zhenan stretched out his hand to look at his hand, the bone joints were wide, covered with calluses, he was already old, but compared with his face, his palm was a little older, if he only looked at the palm, others might think that he was a forty or fifty-year-old person.

Seeing that she was struggling to knead the dough, it was a cold night, but fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, Zhang Zhenan sat up on the bed and asked, "Do you need my help?" ”

"No, just get some rest." An Xiu'er raised her head and wiped the sweat from the corners of her forehead, and continued to knead the dough.

The longer the dough is kneaded, the stronger the taste becomes, and last time she didn't make the dough long enough, kneaded hard enough, and didn't do it well enough, this time she decided to make a pasta that satisfies her.

Kneaded the dough over and over again for a long time, until its surface was extremely smooth, and it came out casually, without touching the cutting board or hands, An Xiuer gave up.

She started making steamed buns, but she wasn't satisfied with just making ordinary steamed buns, and she was bored at night anyway, so she wanted to make some small noodles.

Turning around and walking to the door of the kitchen, Zhang Zhenan only felt that a cold wind was coming, and when he saw An Xiu'er, he opened the door and walked out, the originally warm kitchen was soon occupied by this cold wind, and it was dark outside, Zhang Zhenan was a little worried, and was getting out of bed to look for her, but she turned around and came in again.

"What are you going to do?" Zhang Zhenan asked.

"Whoa." An Xiu'er raised the things in her hand and motioned to him, "Go and find some sorghum ears and these wild vegetables." ”

"What do you want these things for?" Zhang Zhenan was a little puzzled, the green, purple and red wild vegetables in her hand could still be said to be eaten, but this sorghum ear can't be eaten, right?

"It's a secret, I can't tell you for the time being, you'll find out later." An Xiu'er smiled at him, put the things down, and motioned for Zhang Zhen'an to go and light the fire.

There was originally a lot of water boiling in this pot, but it was just used up a lot by them in the bath, and there was still some left in the pot at this moment, An Xiu'er washed these things in her hands, scooped out some of the water in this pot, and then put the sorghum ear in her hand, so that the sorghum ear was covered by this water.

"What the hell are you going to do? You can't cook this sorghum ear for me to eat, right? Don't tell me that this sorghum ear is also a medicine. Zhang Zhen'an saw that An Xiu'er really put the sorghum ear into this water to boil, and his face couldn't help but be a little surprised, he was really afraid of her.

"You're thinking too much." Seeing his palpitating appearance, An Xiu'er couldn't help laughing, she said something to ease his heart, and watched the water in the pot boiling, and after a while, An Xiu'er fished out the sorghum ear and threw it away.

Zhang Zhenan was a little relieved when she looked at her initiative, but she took out another bowl and scooped out the water boiled by the sorghum ear.

"Would you like to taste it?" An Xiu'er looked at Zhang Zhen'an with a curious look, and had a little desire to tease him in her heart, so she handed the bowl of water boiled by the sorghum ear to him, Zhang Zhen'an looked at the blood-like red water, his face was disgusted, and he only leaned his head back.

An Xiu'er looked at him like this, Ying Ying laughed, ignored him, just washed the pot and cooked the wild vegetables again.

Boiling water, wild vegetables as soon as the pot is cooked, the water turns green, An Xiu'er fished out the wild vegetables and threw them away, as usual, to keep the green water.

When the third purple cabbage was put into the pot, Zhang Zhenan finally understood and said, "Do you want these colors?" ”

"Clever." An Xiuer praised it, washed the pot, poured a small half pot of water into it, and found the bamboo picks at home, and covered it with a layer of gauze for steaming dough.

"Anyway, we're going to burn a fire tonight, and by the way, we can boil some water to make this dough, and it won't take much trouble, and we can save some firewood." An Xiu'er said and pulled out a piece of the dough she had kneaded before, her craftsmanship was excellent, as soon as she kneaded it, the dough became a rolling ball, and she kneaded a small ball again, kneading the two doughs together.

Zhang Zhenan watched her movements with great interest, and simply moved a stool to sit opposite her, watching her pinch this person.

I had seen her craft last time, but this time she kneaded more delicately than before, I saw her pinch a few times, and the two dough in her hands turned into a cute little pig in her hands, its big ears hung on both sides of its head, and its curly tail was attached to the hind buttocks, which was indeed very cute.

The bowl of water that An Xiu'er made at the moment finally came in handy, only to see that she mixed the purple water with the red water and smeared it on the little pig's body, and the pig turned pink, although the color was a little darker, it was more and more real.

After making the first dough, she looked at it in her hand twice, and handed it to Zhang Zhen'an, and after Zhang Zhen'an also praised her, she reluctantly put the dough on the bamboo bowl.

"You're so good-looking, I'll be reluctant to eat it later." Zhang Zhenan said with a smile, in fact, no matter how beautiful the pastries are, there is nothing he is reluctant to eat, but this is made by An Xiuer, and the meaning is different.

"If you do it, you will eat it." An Xiu'er laughed and said, "Don't look at it now, it's pretty good-looking, wait for it to be steamed in water, maybe it will change." ”

"Then you're still doing such a good look, isn't it in vain?" Zhang Zhenan was a little puzzled.

"What's in vain, it's idle at night anyway, what's more, even if it's not so good-looking, it shouldn't be much worse, anyway, it's enough to coax children." An Xiu'er said with a smile, but the movements in her hands did not stop.

"Even if you don't do it well once or twice, it doesn't matter, catch up with Ming'er, I have practiced this craft, and I can go to the street to set up a stall to sell noodles."

"Why do you keep thinking about these things, are you afraid that I won't be able to support you?" Zhang Zhenan raised his eyes and glanced at her helplessly, a delicate and pretty little lady should be pampered at home, cooking for him, washing clothes, why does she have to think about how to make money all day long?

"Don't get me wrong, of course I know that you can raise me, I don't want to reduce the burden for you." Seeing that Zhang Zhen'an's face was a little unhappy, An Xiu'er hurriedly lowered her head and explained, she was afraid that he would ignore her now.

He just said a word, and the longing on her face disappeared, and turned to a trace of panic, which made Zhang Zhenan a little dissatisfied, he put away his unfinished words, and also put away his machismo, only lightened his tone, and said:

"I'm not blaming you, I just don't want to do something you don't like to do in order to make money, I want you to pinch this person just because you like it, not because you want to make money."

"Of course I do." An Xiu'er hurriedly raised her head and said, "If I don't like it, I won't pinch the noodle person, then I can be a sugar man and a paper man, and it's because I don't like those that I don't like, so I pinch this noodle person." ”

"Isn't it because you don't know how to do those things?" Zhang Zhenan looked at her playfully.

seemed to be seen through by him, An Xiu'er was a little embarrassed, and said, "No, I can learn, there is nothing I can't learn." ”