Han Shuang faintly sensed that Huang Han should have other purposes for letting him pull weeds. But what is the purpose of this?

Is it just to get up close and personal with plants? Or do you sweat from the sun?

Han Shuang felt that it should not be so shallow, but he couldn't think of it at a deep level. So, he had a little bit of distress.

"Han Shuang, it's time to eat!" Han Shuang, who was watering, turned his head to look and found that Huang Han had pushed open the window behind the kitchen, sticking out his head and calling to himself.

This scene couldn't help but give him a sense of déjà vu that 'his wife shouted that his husband who had worked all day should come home for dinner'.

Lunch is not without a lot of hearty, but the nutritional value is high. Taking into account Han Shuang's amount of food, Huang Han used his super big wrist to fill him with a bowl of noodles.

The noodles have two whole green vegetables and some seafood such as shrimp, sea cucumber, and squid. There is an omelette on top.

"Eat the eggs first, then mix the noodles."

"Huh? How do you make an omelette? How can it be so ...... Round? ”

"Circle?" Huang Han smiled: "It's just an ordinary practice!" According to what Huang Han said, Han Shuang picked up the chopsticks and copied them a few times, mixing the sauce on it as well as possible.

After tasting it, my eyes sparkled again.

"Where did you buy the sauce? It's delicious. Huang Han replied: "I made the sauce myself, I pondered it for a long time, and I failed several times!" ”

"It's delicious!" After another word of praise, Han Shuang began to gobble it up. Not surprisingly, he was dissuaded by Huang Han again.

"Don't eat in such a hurry, let your stomach have a full time to digest." Han Shuang didn't care: "It's all the same, put a piece in the stomach and let it digest slowly." Huang Han smiled and didn't stop it anymore, just got up and poured a cup of cold white and opened it to him.

"What kind of meat is this? It's pretty tasty. Han Shuang asked, holding a piece of meat the size of a soybean.

"Snails."

"Snails?"

"Well, some time ago, when I went for a walk by the river, I happened to meet someone picking up snails, so I bought a bucket." Han Shuang didn't know how she picked out the meat, but it was conceivable that she definitely took a lot of time.

"You're really good at kung fu!" After eating, Huang Han told Han Shuang to take a nap. It took about two hours.

This was a very enjoyable thing, but Han Shuang was still a little annoyed. Because the phone was taken away.

He had developed the habit of sleeping while looking at his phone, and suddenly he couldn't sleep without his phone!

Sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked at the scenery in the distance speechlessly. In the end, he couldn't find anything to do, so he found a random book on the shelf.

I didn't know that after turning a few pages, I was sleepy.

"Knock knock," was sleeping soundly, when Han Shuang was suddenly woken up by a knock on the door.

"Han Shuang, get up and help me fertilize." Han Shuang asked Cangtian speechlessly, clenched his fists and smashed the bed twice, and got up unwillingly.

When he came downstairs, Huang Han smiled and said to him: "You don't have to sleep so long in the afternoon, otherwise you won't be able to sleep at night." Han Shuang said angrily: "You are not me, how do you know that I can't sleep?" Perhaps sensing the anger in Han Shuang's tone, Huang Han didn't say anything more, carrying a bag of fertilizer and moving to the vegetable garden with difficulty.

Han Shuang was stunned, and had to step forward to help. Since then, he has had an additional cognitive label for Huang Han: endure silently.

"I wasn't angry." In order to prove that he was telling the truth, Han Shuang also showed a smile that he thought was very sincere.

"Hmm." Huang Han used a small shovel to dig a small pit next to the vegetable seedlings and said, "You dig like me, every twenty centimeters." ”

"Okay! It's easy! Han Shuang took the small shovel, and every time he dug a pit, Huang Han would put a spoonful of fertilizer in it, and then cover the soil with a spoon.

The movements are skillful.

"You're completely retired?" Seeing that Huang Han didn't speak, Han Shuang took the initiative to throw out the topic.

"Not yet, some feelings can't be erased, and occasionally I will attend some events." Han Shuang smiled and asked again: "When you retire in the future, will you live here?" Huang Han also smiled: "Maybe, but I also like to travel, when it's cold, the vegetables don't bear fruit, and the flowers wither, I may leave for a while." ”

"Going to a warm place?"

"How do you know?"

"Because the flowers are still blooming!" Huang Han smiled and didn't say anything more. With the tacit cooperation of the two, before the sun set, each cucumber seedling was finally fertilized.

Then, Han Shuang irrigated Huang Han to make dinner. Looking at the tender green cucumber seedlings, and then looking at the flower beds of different colors not far away, listening to the sound of the water, and the chirping of unknown insects that came out to sing before dark, Han Shuang suddenly felt that this kind of life away from the hustle and bustle seemed to be not bad!

When Han Shuang's irrigation was done, Huang Han also made dinner. A plate of vegetarian stir-fry, a plate of bitter gourd slices, a pot of fish soup, and two bowls of rice.

As you can see, this is a very simple and modest dinner. Although there are not many dishes, it is better than Huang Han's cooking skills!

Han Shuang's last vegetable is bitter gourd, but at Huang Han's suggestion, he tasted it.

Then, he changed his perception of bitter melon. He just couldn't figure out how Huang Han managed to retain the taste of bitter gourd without being difficult to swallow.

Huang Han's explanation is: exclusive secret recipe. The two of them ate in a gazebo in front of the house.

In the gazebo there is a round table carved in stone, as well as four stone benches. I have to say, admiring the crescent moon and listening to the chirping of insects, this dinner is really interesting.

During the meal, the two were not idle. Huang Han talked about some of her debut experiences, although a little bitter, but her tone was very optimistic.

With the contact, Han Shuang gave Huang Han another cognitive label: thin and strong. Han Shuang has always given the impression of having few words.

In fact, he also has bitterness that he can't say. He didn't know much about the memories of the original owner, and it was also a strange thing to tell the past of another soul through himself.

But he can't say much about the past of his previous life, and if he goes through it, he may attract the attention of the Abnormal Human Research Center.

So, he could only shut up and say less. Looking at the vast night sky, Huang Han suddenly asked for no reason: "You say, far, far away, will there be a planet like us?" Han Shuang was stunned, his face showed a touch of imperceptible loss, and after a while, he said slowly: "There should be." Huang Han smiled: "I think there should be, after all, the universe is so big, there are infinite possibilities." Han Shuang didn't speak, just looked at the familiar night sky with an indescribable expression.

"Alright, it's time for you to be free, and in two hours, I'll take it back." As he spoke, Huang Han handed the phone to Han Shuang.

She walked into the house with her chopsticks. After losing his mind for a moment, Han Shuang decided not to let himself be entangled in those troubles for no reason.

As soon as I turned on my phone, the text message rang loudly. couldn't wait, Han Shuang flipped through them one by one.

Tong Yuan, Lin Fei, and Zheng Ze all sent him inquiries, asking him if he had returned from Yanzhou. Some colleagues such as Huang Liang, Cheng Fei, and Yang Shu expressed concern about his injuries.

Chen Yao, Meng Hezhou, Zhang Han, Hao Chunmei and other comrades-in-arms from the small restaurant called him, and they were probably also concerned about the wound.

In addition, Tang Jieyu made a total of six calls and four messages.

"Why can't you get through on the phone? Have you eaten? ”

"Open the door, I'm outside your door!"

"Han Shuang, where have you been? Why did you turn off your phone? ”

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to see your wounds." Han Shuang looked at the time, and the last message was two hours ago.

One of the reasons for running here is to avoid her, and Han Shuang naturally won't take the initiative to reply. With her pride, it is estimated that it will take no more than two days to take the initiative to stop, right?

What Han Shuang didn't expect was that Dou Liangyu didn't send a single message! However, it is not surprising that the more this woman cares about something, the less she will show anything.

After thinking about it for a while, Han Shuang took the initiative to send a message to Dou Liangyu: You may not believe it when you say it, but today, I relived my childhood farm work experience.