After talking with the old man for a while, the old man's side was getting more and more talking, but the two eyes on Jian Heng's side were fighting.

"I said, you kid, what's wrong?" Seeing Jian Heng nodding his head, the old man Yao felt that his chatting interest had greatly decreased, and complained that Jian Heng didn't care to listen to what he said.

Jian Heng couldn't hold it anymore, so he waved his hand directly at the old man: "You old man consume it yourself, I'm going back to the house to sleep now."

Ah, as he spoke, Jian Heng yawned and stood up and walked to the east wing.

Not long after lying on the bed, Jian Heng began to snore. What about the old man Yao, because he is old, he has little time to sleep, and he chatted with Jian Heng about his interest, where are he still sleeping now, but seeing Jian Heng's appearance, it is not good to pull him up from the bed, so he sighed, closed the door, and walked out of the yard.

The courtyard of the old man Yao was not far from the small courtyard where Jian Heng lived, that is, a distance of about thirty meters, and he turned back along the path with his hands behind his back.

Halfway down the road, the old man heard a few small noises coming from the haystack, stopped and asked, "Who is there?" ”

"Uncle, it's me!"

For a moment, I saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old head sticking out, a little disheveled.

After just one glance, the old man knew what this kid was doing, so he scolded him with a smile: "Look at your unproductive appearance!" ”

After throwing down the sentence, the old man continued to walk with his hands behind his back to his small courtyard.

When he returned to the yard, he still couldn't sleep, so the old man moved a stool and sat in the yard, and the old dog in the yard saw that the master came out, wagged his tail and gently rubbed it next to the master, yawned and lay on the ground, and put the dog's head on the two front dog's legs.

Seeing that his dog actually yawned, the old man Yao was a little indignant and said: "You old thing is asleep, hey, you said that this little Jian Heng can still cure our children here?" I don't know if he is the first to dispense, and he is sure of it! ”

Saying that, the old man stretched out his hand and began to pick up the dog, while petting the dog, he chatted with the dog, the dog is a good dog, and he didn't care about the old man's chatter at all, and listened to it with his ears shrugged.

Jian Heng slept until dawn, woke up and went into the space, and continued to prepare his own medicine, the things in the entrance Jian Heng was very careful, strictly according to the prescription in the book, every point was accurate to the gram, Jian Heng wanted to believe that the medicine he prepared was definitely better than before in terms of accuracy, you must know that the previous scale could not be accurate to the gram.

Out of the space, the sun was already high, Jian Heng stretched his waist, and began to make breakfast for himself by himself.

Breakfast can't be made for one person, because since Jian Heng came here, every time there was smoke from Jian Heng's roof, within two minutes, the old man would inevitably come out of Jian Heng's small courtyard.

Except for the old man, the others had never entered the courtyard, as if the courtyard was not a guest, but an ordinary neighbor.

Sure enough, Jian Heng had just rolled out the skin and chopped the stuffing, and the little wontons were finished, and as soon as he lit the fire, he heard the old man enter the door.

"What did you eat this morning?"

While speaking, the old man went straight to the kitchen, stretched out his head to look at the small wontons on the pot table, and immediately became happy: "It turned out to be wontons!" ”

"If you don't want to eat it, you can always say it!" Jian Heng smiled and used an iron pitchfork to send the dry firewood into the stove.

The old man was given up by Jian Heng, and he didn't care, and said with a smile: "The wontons are good, but you have a little less lard here!" ”

Anyone who eats wontons often knows that putting a little lard in the wonton soup will make the wonton soup more delicious, and of course, this lard is best made by homemade local lard.

A good little lard, with fragrant shallots, then dried shrimp, mustard foam, this is the standard configuration of a good bowl of small wontons.

"The last bit of lard was used up by the fried vegetables the day before yesterday!" Jian Heng said helplessly.

Jian Heng doesn't like the vegetables produced here, and he doesn't like the oil produced here, the vegetable oil of a water, it's okay to eat one or two meals, and Jian Heng can't stand it a little bit. Therefore, the oil in the space is used, and the dishes in the space are fried, according to the old saying, meat oil is used to fry vegetarian dishes, so that the vegetarian dishes are more fragrant, so Jian Heng used up the meat oil he refined in his own space.

The use of light is the use of power, but Jian Heng has space in hand, is this little thing difficult to Jian Heng? After using it up, he handed over the task of refining lard to Wei in the space, but he was busy all day yesterday, and this morning he forgot about going into the space to get oil.

Originally, I wanted to wait until it was time to eat, but I didn't expect the old man's eyes to be sharp.

The old man said to him: "Then you said earlier, I'll borrow a little."

Jian Heng just wanted to say no, the old man had already jumped out of the kitchen, and at this speed, no one believed that this was an old man who was dozens of years old, looking at this momentum, even if he started to give birth to one or two children now, he could give birth to five or six children.

The wontons are cooked quickly, and they are cooked when they are copied in the water, and the old man who came to the wontons quickly came quickly, and the old man who returned to the kitchen was directly holding a small porcelain jar in his hand.

"Hurry, hurry, here's the oil!"

The old man added a small spoonful of meat oil to each of the bowls on the edge of the pot, and then put the porcelain jar aside, watching Jian Heng scoop the wontons from the pot with a colander with a colander with a blank eye.

Jian Heng was scooping up the wontons at this time, when he suddenly heard a crisp girl's voice from outside the door: "Uncle, you took our family's oil, why don't you think about sending it back?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, a little girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old stood at the door of the kitchen, and after saying a word to the old man Yao, she glanced at Jian Heng, and it was this glance that instantly raised two blush on her face.

Seeing the little girl's expression, the old man didn't make fun of it, and directly pretended not to see it, and said to the girl: "I just came here on the front foot, and your mother urged you to come over and ask for oil, isn't it a little too stingy?" ”

Jian Heng didn't notice the expression on the girl's face, and after serving two bowls of wontons, he said to the little girl, "Since you're here, let's eat bowls of wontons and leave!" ”

"You have two bowls!" The old man said.

Jian Heng said: "I still have stuffing and skin, isn't it a matter of minutes to wrap it up?" ”

Hearing Jian Heng say this, the old man looked at Jian Heng and was stunned for a moment before saying, "That's good!" Let's eat first, you wrap yourself."

As he spoke, he turned around and walked to the pot, picked up two bowls of wontons in one hand, and walked out of the kitchen.

Passing by the girl's side, the old man said to the stunned girl: "Sixiu, why don't you come with me to eat wontons?" ”

When the girl named Sixiu heard this, she immediately hummed, lowered her head slightly and followed the old man Yao to eat wontons.

Jian Heng finished wrapping the wontons in the kitchen, not only a bowl for himself, but also a big bowl, as a person who is still reasonable, Jian Heng will not let the family bring things, and then go back empty, so Jian Heng also cooked one for the girl's family who borrowed oil, three servings.

Carrying two bowls outside, Jian Heng put the big blue and white porcelain soup pot on the table, and said to the girl: "Bring this bowl back to the family to taste later, if it is not delicious, you can take care of it more."

The girl snorted, lowered her head and didn't look at Jian Heng, just kept pulling the wontons in the bowl with a spoon.

Jian Heng had only eaten two bites here, and the girl over there lowered her head and pushed the bowl that had eaten cleanly aside, and said in a voice the size of a mosquito: "I've eaten it!" ”

After speaking, he left in a hurry with the bowl with the big bowl of wontons.

"This girl is a little hairy" Jian Heng watched the girl leave, and said casually.

The old man looked at Jian Heng, looked at it for a while, and sighed: "You kid is a scourge!" ”

Jian Heng was stunned when he said this.

The old man knows that Jian Heng's biggest attraction to the girls here comes from different temperaments, Jian Heng, a modern person who has always lived here, is curious here, and people who live here may not be curious about Jian Heng, especially the girls here, they have always seen honest men, where have I seen someone like Jian Heng who can talk a few words with a woman.

"Didn't you see that the little girl just now liked you a little?"

Burst!

I didn't choke Jian Heng so much, I wiped my mouth twice: "I said old man, you can also rely on a little music to speak, okay!" How did I come to you like this and still become a saint? ”

Seeing that the old man didn't seem to be joking, Jian Heng said: "Forget it, I'll hurry up and finish my work and leave, what's the matter."

"A girl who is used to eating rough pears, who doesn't want to eat two bites of peaches?" When the old man saw Jian Heng like this, he became happy and said narrowly.

"Do you think I look like Li Lizhen? Return the peach! Jian Heng said disdainfully.