In the next two months, Tu Ziqiang was very comfortable.

When he gets up in the morning and goes to the black market to sell some tickets, he is not greedy and sells them for two to five yuan a day.

During the day---, Xu Hongbing's arrangement for him was really not an expedient measure to silence others, but really prepared for him to fight to the end in the post of carrying wood......

On the way to get off work, under Cai Xiaoguang's complicated eyes, he chatted with Pian Erhua about literature and dreams, and repeatedly jumped on the ambiguous line.

This comical operation not only completely blinded Cai Xiaoguang, but even Pian Erhua gradually lost confidence in his charm.

When Feng Huacheng received the letter that Pian Erhua was getting more and more wrong, he keenly sensed the crisis.

Young people don't talk about martial arts, they are all hooligans, how can they attack the honey of the old-timers?

A merciless blow must be given!

Then, the old rascal made a mistake, and he made a serious mistake in his judgment of the enemy situation.

Tu Ziqiang is not here to pry honey at all!

As a result, the old hooligan in the strategizing wanted to show his face but showed his buttocks, and even the admiration and love of Pian Erhua had a crack.

She even began to feel that her lover's heart was not as broad as she imagined before, and her lover was not as perfect as she dreamed.

Tu Ziqiang's last trip every day is to go to Yin Xiu's house and eat under the complicated eyes of the old cotton shoes; Learn to draw under the more complicated eyes of the old cotton shoes------ continue to jump.

Fortunately, the old cotton shoes have first-hand information about the battlefield, and the old man is not as calm as Feng Hooligan.

The old cotton shoes, who have been preparing to brake statically, overturned the previous plan again and again, and adjusted the alert level higher and higher......

Feng hooligan and Lao Cotton Shoes' actions Tu Ziqiang didn't care at all.

His purpose for Feng's hooligan operation was simply to destroy, and he didn't think about how to spend it; He just loves Yin Xiu and even the old cotton shoes, and he has no other desires at all.

In this way, Tu Ziqiang, who has won the essence of Taoist inaction, can fully enjoy the good time with two beautiful girls every day.

Happiness is actually very simple, and it doesn't even require beer and barbecue.

Fulfilling and happy days always pass quickly, and the Spring Festival of the Year of the Monkey is here in a blink of an eye.

Zizi Zizi......

Tu Ziqiang carefully fried steak in the kitchen, and Yin Xiu leaned against the door frame while swallowing saliva while instructing.

"Turn over, turn over, turn over quickly......" The little girl tiptoed, "Old cotton ......"

"Huh?" Sitting on a small bench outside the kitchen, thoughtful old cotton shoes raised eyebrows.

"Grandma, how mature do you want?" The little girl stuck out her tongue and smiled quietly at Tu Ziqiang, she almost purred her mouth again......

"It's good that he can fry it, and it's still ...... mature," the old cotton shoes pouted, sourly spitting sour water, like a bear child who was robbed of a toy gun.

"Hey, don't believe in our buddy's craft? Our buddies have studied at XJ! Tu Ziqiang grinned widely, no big or small.

"What do you call me?" The old cotton shoes were so happy that they even ignored that XJ and steak actually had nothing to do with each other at all.

"Let's talk about our own things, let's talk about the brothers, Xiu'er and I will also talk about the brothers......" Tu Ziqiang looked at the old man with a blue face with a grin.

"Isn't it Xiu'er?"

"Well, brother is right!"

The old cotton shoes lifted their legs and left, not angry.

"Old cotton shoes won't be angry, will they?" Tu Ziqiang asked Xiu'er in a low voice.

"No, no, turn over! Turn over! It's going to be mushy! Yin Xiu said heartlessly.

The old cotton shoes were slanted, and the tiger's eyes were tearful......

On the low kang table, a red and white checkered sheet was laid out, and three plates were placed on it.

Two eight-inch plates, one eleven-inch plate, contain two steaks and --- pork chops.

There is no way, the rarity of beef is still the light of Cai Xiaoguang and Lao Cai, the director of a committee of his father's city, and ordinary people can't see beef residue.

Tu Ziqiang wanted to laugh when he remembered Cai Xiaoguang's expression of biting his back molars, swallowing blood and tears in his stomach, and forcibly agreeing to help make steaks.

He must have thought that he was trying to achieve some ulterior purpose with these two steaks.

If it weren't for the support of great dedication, Tu Ziqiang guaranteed that Cai Xiaoguang would definitely bite his neck and tear off a large piece of meat at that time.

Therefore, Tu Ziqiang seriously suspected that Cai Xiaoguang was not unable to get three pieces, but that his great dedication was far from enough, and he was reluctant to get one more piece for his imaginary rival to enjoy.

On the side of the steak are a small bunch of decorated pine needles and a turnip flower carved by a tripping donkey.

In this era, there were no out-of-season vegetables, and even if there were, they couldn't get it from Tu Ziqiang and others, so he had to use pine needles to make up the numbers.

The turnip flower came from the hands of the old cotton shoes, and after glancing at Tu Ziqiang's work, he immediately decided to do it himself.

There was a kitchen knife on the edge of the table, which was used to cut the steak......

Well, it smells of XJ......

"Why should I use a fish plate? It's like I've eaten a lot......" The old cotton shoes stared at the steak in front of him, playing with a child's temper.

"Ah, let's change it, I can't eat a lot......" Yin Xiu picked up the plate in front of him and was about to change it with the old cotton shoes.

The old cotton shoes looked at his granddaughter's plate and shook his head sullenly—the steak on the girl's plate was obviously two circles larger than his.

"Then let's change?" Tu Ziqiang picked up his pork chops.

"If you don't change it, the fool will exchange beef for pork...... "The old cotton shoes pressed the plate and didn't let go.

"I don't have a lot of food, so I can't eat so much...... Yin Xiu said when she divided half of her steak into Tu Ziqiang's plate, and when the latter looked at her, she said.

"Humph!" The old cotton shoes pouted, his head twisted to the side, and the steak was no longer fragrant......

"You also taste my ......" Tu Ziqiang divided his pork chops into half of the girl. How can you not eat meat when you see it these days? Are you kidding?

"Humph!" The old cotton shoes snorted louder.

Duang, a large rice bowl is placed on the kang, and half a basin of red grape juice is inside.

"Teacher Yin, how much should we mix?" Tu Ziqiang held up half a bottle of soju and asked, "It's not like that if you don't smell alcohol......

"It's all down, it's all down!" Xiu'er was as excited as a yellow bird, and her old cotton shoes pouted, and she didn't like to talk anymore.

A small iron basin was clasped upside down in the middle of the table, and three white candles shone brightly on it......

"I don't know the rules, I want to buy red candles...... But there was no letter of introduction. Tu Ziqiang nodded with satisfaction and said.

"The white candle is right on the ......" The old cotton shoes stared at the candle blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Teacher Yin......" Tu Ziqiang picked up the two large bowls of coarse porcelain, "My father died last year, and I was left alone in the family, and I felt that the sky had fallen......"

The old cotton shoes raised their heads.

"That's the situation at that time, I have to get forty yuan within a week......" Tu Ziqiang finished talking about the predicament at that time, the old cotton shoes sighed softly, and Yin Xiu's big eyes were shining and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"That day, when I was squatting on the side of the road, shouting that the sky should not be called, the earth is not spiritual, I met you, Mr. Yin. There is hope for my life," Tu Ziqiang paused, turning his head to look at Yin Xiu, "Later, my life had a color again." ”

The old cotton shoes listened quietly, and Yin Xiu's expression was very exciting.

"What I want to say is," Tu Ziqiang slowed down, "it is the arrangement of fate that our grandfather and wife can rely on each other, and companionship is the greatest happiness." There's no impurities in it......"

The old cotton shoes pursed their lips and looked at Tu Ziqiang, slowly lifting the big tea jar in front of him--- serving the people, and the five big words shone brightly.

The girl's mouth opened slightly, looking at the man stupidly......

Happy times always pass quickly, and the ritual meaning is far greater than the substance of the Western-style Chinese New Year's Eve dinner has been eaten for a long time, and it seems to end quickly.

The old cotton shoes were drunk, half-leaning on the kang box and singing nonsense.

"'Lobert the Devil,' a very old, old opera." The girl sent Tu Ziqiang to the door, her face flushed.

"Then I'll go, you can rest early, plug in the door......" Tu Ziqiang was not drunk at all.

"Wait."

Tu Ziqiang turned around suspiciously, and the girl's hands gently caressed his cheeks.

Soft, cool ......

Fingertips slowly caressed the man's eyelids, and he obediently narrowed his eyes.

"If one day ......" The girl slowly let go of her hands and reached behind her, poking her head and her lips slowly approaching.

Grunt......

Feeling her approach, Tu Ziqiang swallowed and spit, his heart pounding.

"I'm in love with you......" got closer, and Tu Ziqiang even smelled the girl's body fragrance.

"Definitely not because ......of any impurities," the girl's gasping hot breath sprayed on the man's neck.

"That's definitely because of love ......" Tu Ziqiang gasped violently, he could already feel the girl's temperature, his eyes were subconsciously closed, ready to taste.

Bang Dang! The door was shut, and from behind it came the sound of a young girl's mischievous laughter.

"But I'm not in love with you yet!" So said the girl......

I, Nima, is it a racial talent of the Gauls to fall in love? This little girl!

Tu Ziqiang swallowed two mouthfuls of spit, bent down and slowly left.

Blue lean shiitake mushrooms!