By the pool, Jiang Li was about to wash the beans and soaked fungus and mushrooms that Jiang Guoan had selected in front of him, but unexpectedly, Luo Yanqing cleaned up the board, and when he saw this, he immediately took over the work in Jiang Li's hands.

"I'm different?"

The good-looking eyebrows were slightly raised, and Jiang Li looked at the man steadily.

"It's different."

Luo Yanqing responded, washing vegetables non-stop, he said, "I don't want your hands to be frozen." ”

Luo Yanqing said this extremely naturally, and there was no difference in his expression at all, just like a normal conversation with Jiang Li on weekdays, but it was meaningless in the ears of Jiang Li and Jiang Guoan, who sent firewood to the stove.

"So what do I do?"

Jiang Li's eyebrows were crooked, her eyes were full of smiles when she looked at Luo Yanqing, and her whole heart was warm because of Luo Yanqing's words just now.

And Jiang Guoan was propped up!

"Go to the living room and rest, it's warm there."

Luo Yanqing's eyes doted, he looked at Jiang Li: "Go, the kitchen door is open, it's windy here." ”

"I don't want it."

Jiang Li stood still.

Luo Yanqing asked, "Isn't it cold?" ”

"It's not cold at all with you around." Jiang Li smiled: "I'll chop the vegetables." ”

Unexpectedly, Luo Yanqing shook his head: "No, I'll come, you really don't want to go to the living room, just talk to me here." ”

As he spoke, he put the washed dishes on the board and took another piece of fresh pork and rinsed it under the tap.

Jiang Li looked at the ingredients on the board and asked with a smile: "What kind of dishes to fry?" ”

"A pot of stew."

Luo Yanqing responded.

"Your pot of stew, in my mother's words, is actually called stew."

Curling the corners of his lips, Jiang Li's voice was sweet: "I like to eat the dishes you make." ”

"Don't you like my steamed flower rolls, steamed buns, and boiled porridge?"

Luo Yan's ink-dyed phoenix eyes were full of smiles, and without waiting for Jiang Li to make a sound, he said again: "Stand on my side, with me in your way, you can blow less wind." ”

"Oh."

Jiang Li responded and moved to the other side of the man.

Jiang Guoan was really supported enough, he wanted to leave the kitchen to go out to breathe and exercise, but he felt that it was a little abrupt for him to leave like this, and he had no choice but to continue to be supported.

At this time, Jiang Yiyang walked into the kitchen.

Jiang Guoan raised his eyes, the two happened to look at each other, and seeing that Jiang Yiyang was about to speak, Jiang Guoan raised his hand to signal Jiang Yiyang not to make a sound.

Jiang Yiyang was puzzled, and couldn't help but follow Jiang Guoan's gaze, and saw her sister-in-law and uncle standing in front of the board, the two were talking and laughing, and the atmosphere between them was warm and harmonious, as if no one else existed in this kitchen except for the two of them.

"Why don't you let me speak up?"

To tell the truth, Jiang Yiyang was naturally very envious of the way Jiang Li and Luo Yanqing got along, but he still couldn't understand why his uncle didn't allow him to make a sound, so he asked with his eyes.

Jiang Guoan also responded with his eyes: "There is no why." ”

The stinky boy suddenly made a sound, did he want to make his baby sister uncomfortable?

"I'm hurt by my milk!"

Pointing in the direction of the living room, Jiang Yiyang was aggrieved, covering his chest, and made a heartache to Jiang Guoan, he continued to pass with his eyes: "Uncle, don't you comfort and comfort me?" ”

Jiang Guoan rolled his eyes: "Go aside." "I was hurt by his mother, that is this stinky boy deserves it.

Without thinking too much, he could guess that eighty percent of the stinky boys had offended his wife.

Otherwise, his wife will give his eldest grandson a "knife" if he has nothing to do?

"Uncle, do you still have an uncle and nephew?"

Jiang Yiyang's eyes were resentful.

"Go aside."

(End of chapter)