After saying this, she suddenly became the brightest old lady in the community.

Mu Qingyun watched the old man excitedly chatting with other old people in the community day by day, and he was quite happy at first.

She used to think that Grandma Bai's pastime was too little, and always encouraged her to go out more and make friends.

But within a few days, Mu Qingyun found that Grandma Bai's situation seemed to be a little bad, her voice became louder, and the clothes she liked gradually changed from a gentle long skirt to a loose version of the mother's shirt.

Recently, the old mother's shirt has been popular in the community, with big red, big green and big flowers, the texture of cotton yarn, wide and loose, and the buckles, which must be very comfortable, but wearing it on the white grandmother, Mu Qingyun can't help but feel a little weak.

In case Grandma Bai's own son and daughter come back from the imperial capital and see their fashionable mother, transformed into an old lady in the countryside, wouldn't it collapse?

Mu Qingyun thought about it for three seconds, and then put this bit of unfounded worries behind him - Grandma Bai fell in love with the national and local customs, what did it matter to her?

Wait for her old man's descendants to come to the door, and let Grandma Bai deal with it herself.

Her old man said that he didn't want a nanny, so he could invite the nanny out, and said that he wanted to move back to Xiongxian County to live alone, and no one dared to disobey, her eldest son only dared to call the neighbor's house three times a day at most, and every time he came back, he prepared a heavy gift and politely talked to the neighbors, hoping that everyone would take more care of their old mother, stuff business cards everywhere, and hope that the neighbors would call him if they had something.

Grandma Bai is so powerful, can her son still set off a demon wind?

Today's tomato pork rib soup stewed by Senior Brother Xiaolou.

In the past, Mu Qingyun ate tomato pork rib soup, in addition to tomatoes, tomatoes had to use tomato sauce bought in the supermarket, so that the soup could be thick and delicious, Senior Brother Xiaolou would not be lazy, he went to pick tomatoes from Grandma Bai's vegetable garden.

Today's tomatoes are different from later generations, they are not big, but they have a rather sweet taste, peeled and stirred, fried with oil, and put in rock sugar to taste.

The tomatoes are ready and set aside.

Pork ribs are also particular, in addition to choosing good ribs, you should pay attention to the technique when washing.

Senior Brother Xiaolou used to have a rough life, and his cooking skills needed to be improved, but since he accompanied his little sister to prepare for the exam, he studied modestly and devoted himself to cultivation, and finally learned the techniques of washing vegetables and meat, and now the ribs he washed out are very clean.

Simmer over low heat for two hours.

Mu Qingyun and Grandma Bai were holding a big bowl of tomato pork rib soup, drinking the soup first and then eating the pork ribs, the soup was sweet and delicious, not astringent at all, and they drank a bowl to quench their thirst, without the slightest sign of dry mouth.

This kind of soup is just right.

The ribs were even more boneless, the meat was soft and glutinous, and there was no firewood at all.

Mu Qingyun killed two large bowls.

Grandma Bai also wiped out a big bowl, and after eating, she touched her stomach, still a little regretful: "I'm old, my appetite is not as good as you young people, I want to eat back then, don't say two bowls, I can eat three bowls." ”

Mu Qingyun smiled and nodded, sent Grandma Bai out to eat, and sent the old man away, so that Mu Qingyun and Senior Brother Xiaolou had a main meal.

The two bowls of pork rib soup just now were just snacks before meals.

There are only seven or eight pork ribs in a bowl, which is a lot for Grandma Bai, and for Mu Qingyun, it is to taste the taste, and it is not enough to even stuff the teeth.

A tomato pork rib soup, a large plate of braised eggplant, cold salad with dried bamboo shoots and preserved egg tofu.

The seasoning of preserved egg tofu is also quite palatable, the eggplant is sweet, and the rice is mixed with the soup, which is oily and reddish in color, which is very attractive.

"Senior Brother Xiaolou recognizes Mr. Qiao?"

"Qiao Tian, the former sect leader of the Demon Sect."

Xiao Lou's face sank, and he frowned rarely, "In the past, when the master and master were there, the Demon Sect made trouble with our Baiyun Gate every day, and the junior sister could stay away from him, he loved to play pranks the most, loved to bully people, funny people, and talked nonsense in his mouth." ”

Mu Qingyun: "......"

First of all, this person is also called Qiao Tian, which is amazing.

In addition, with such a big name as the Demon Sect Master, it turns out that doing evil is to love pranks and bully people?

The evaluation of his own Xiaolou senior brother really doesn't seem to have too much bad feelings for him.

Mu Qingyun laughed suddenly.

Xiaolou: "Senior sister??" ”

"Nothing."

Mu Qingyun said with a smile, "I remember that there was no such thing as a demon sect for a long time, how did this demon sect come about?" ”

Xiao Lou said helplessly: "That's why he said that Qiao Tian was sick, before he took over the Demon Sect, the Demon Sect was called the Holy Sect, he had to change it to the Demon Sect, and even the disciples of the Demon Sect themselves had to call their sect the Demon Sect, his martial arts were superb, even the master couldn't beat him, and it was even more difficult for others to look up to him, so naturally whatever he said was what he said." ”

Speaking of these, Xiaolou was angry.

"If he takes over the Demon Sect, he will take care of it, then it's fine, but he has no interest in playing for a few years, and as soon as he leaves, the rest of the rabble makes trouble every day, I remember that the ancestor was forced to go down the mountain at that time, and he walked for several months, just to clean up the mess for him."

Mu Qingyun listened to his senior brother count Qiao Tian while eating, and listened to it with relish, although he listened to it for a long time, he still didn't know the origin of Mr. Qiao, but at least he knew that Mr. Qiao had lived for many, many years, and his age was unknown, and he was a friend and not an enemy, at least not the kind of enemy who would fight Baiyunmen's crooked mind.

According to Senior Brother Xiaolou, many years ago, Mr. Qiao's martial arts were already very few people could compare, if he was an enemy, he would have no problem cleaning up a withered Baiyun Gate, and there was no need to delay until today.

After eating and drinking, the two of them cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks together, sat on the terrace with a small snack to admire the moon, looked up from the terrace, and just saw Qiao always sitting on the eaves to feed the pigeons, round, fat pigeons fell in the palm of his hand, which looked very cute.

Mu Qingyun's eyes lit up, Xiao Lou glanced at her, then took out the small whistle on his neck, blew it gently, and with the whistle, the snow-white doves fluttered their wings and flew down to Mu Qingyun's side, on the table, on the ground, on his knees, and on his arms.

The whole terrace suddenly became lively.

Mu Qingyun hugged a white, fleshy little pigeon and rubbed it, the tentacles were particularly warm and fluffy, her breasts were bulging and closing, and her beautiful little head melon was rubbing hard against her palm.

After stroking the pigeon for a while, Mu Qingyun turned his head and saw Mr. Qiao sitting on the eaves, rolling his eyes at her lightly.

"Poof."

Mu Qingyun laughed.

The beautiful summer vacation passed happily, and there was still a week before the journal arrived, and Xiaolou began to pack his luggage for Mu Qingyun.

It is not the first time Mu Qingyun has gone to college, but she doesn't have to bring anything when she goes to school, the school will prepare everything, just go and get it, but this era is slightly different. (End of chapter)