Bai Lu's thoughts drifted farther and farther, and no one sat down next to her until there was an extra piece of meat in the bowl, and the fragrant smell hooked out the gluttonous worms in her stomach.

Only then did he blush and come back to his senses, and lowered his head to pick up the rice.

There seemed to be a shallow chuckle from the man, and then there was another piece of meat in the bowl.

It's not fatty meat, it's a pot meat that is full of lean meat except for a small layer of skin, and she usually clips it a lot of times.

The night is as cold as water, but the atmosphere at the dinner table tonight is better than the previous two days, not so low-pressure volcanoes are about to erupt, although there are still chili peppers, and the spiciness is also much lower.

Xiao Wei felt that the chestnut was still a little useful, and it was not in vain that he had buried it for so long.

So, when Bai Lu proposed after dinner, he wanted to use the chestnuts he stored to cooperate with him in a small business.

Xiao Wei pushed it to Xiao Cheng without thinking about it, the house is Xiao Cheng's, and the chestnut tree is naturally Xiao Cheng's.

He just helped pick up the chestnuts that fell on the ground, knocked down the ones that didn't fall, washed them and bagged them for storage, how to decide should he ask his eldest brother.

Bai Lu was lying on the bed, facing the wall sideways, the quilt was not covered, and she folded it in a straight line in the middle of the bed.

Just as she was thinking hard about how to speak, a big hand suddenly reached over and covered her stomach, and the slightly cool touch penetrated into the skin through the sweater, and she subconsciously wanted to pat it away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand was raised, a man's deep voice sounded behind his ears: "Don't move."

He's touching his own child?

Bai Lu was like a prey caught by a hunter, his body was stiff, he didn't dare to move, his whole body was tense with every nerve, his head seemed to have been shot, it was blank, and his just thoughts turned into ashes.

The heart is beating to the throat, and the stomach is careful not to inhale, trying not to contract, for fear of being goofy.

Bai Lu is not the kind of person who can't eat when he is angry, but eats more, and although he walks in the yard after the meal, his little belly still bulges slightly.

But no matter how much the drum is drummed, the fake is still the fake.

The stomach of 30,000 yuan, after all, is her fault, she should bow her head and open her mouth first, she has to speak.

"I ......"

As soon as the first word came out, the hand that was casually placed on the side of the bed was suddenly held by a slightly cool big hand and turned over.

A small thing was stuffed, and there was a wisp of sweet fragrance, wafting from the palm of the hand to the small space on the stagnant bed.

Through the dim light, Bai Lu could see clearly what was in his hand, a white and bright maltose.

In this era, maltose did not have colored sugar paper, that is, it was simply cut into small squares, small long round pieces, and irregular small sugar blocks, which were sold by catties.

She was stunned for a moment, then turned around, her eyes as clear and bright as glass, and looked at the man who was also lying on her side, and the words blocked in her throat turned a thousand times.

The calm, cold face on the opposite side disappeared into the clouds in an instant.

Xiao Cheng seemed to know that she would turn around, his deep eyes went over the folded quilt, focused on a certain position, and from the beginning to the present, he never left to look at her.

"Don't you want to eat maltose, see what I do?"

Xiao Cheng took out another piece of maltose out of nowhere and stuffed it into the mouth of the girl who was looking at him in a daze.

Her eyes were so bright, like the bright moon in the sky, surrounded by thousands of stars, bright and shining, clean and immaculate, pure and moving, that he had an impulse......

"Did you buy it for me?" Bai Lu suddenly spoke.

The maltose in the mouth melts on the tip of the tongue, sweet, and slides from the throat to the heart.

Xiao Cheng was stared at by her intent, and the tips of his ears silently turned red.

He withdrew his gaze, withdrew the hand that had slipped as she turned around, and said casually, "Isn't it delicious?"

"It's delicious."

She's a good, honest boy.

"Hmm." Xiao Cheng was concise and to the point.

The faint tone seemed to be nothing, but Bai showed the tip of his eyes, and saw that the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

What a sullen and arrogant man!

Bai Lu suddenly felt that he was actually not so bad at talking, so he immediately pulled back the quilt that was lying in the middle of the bed, covered his body, and turned sideways to face him.

Holding the maltose in his hand and pillowing it under his face, he smiled very sweetly: "Is the sugar-fried chestnuts I made today delicious?"

The sugar-fried chestnuts were placed on the table of the Eight Immortals in the main house, and after dinner, she saw Xiao Cheng take one to eat.

Xiao Cheng thought of the sweet chestnuts in the paper funnel, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he raised his eyes to Bai Lu's expectant little eyes, a smile sweeter than sugar-fried chestnuts.

Nodding his head, "Not bad."

Bai Lu smiled even brighter, like a blooming sunflower: "I want to sell sugar-fried chestnuts on the street."

The chestnut is his, as long as he agrees.

The humble chestnut can make money, which is a happy thing, but Xiao Cheng frowned after hearing it, "Did I not give you the money, or did you have no money?" ”

"No, no, I still have money."

Bai Lu almost didn't keep up with Xiao Cheng's thinking jump, why wasn't he on the same channel as her: "I mean, anyway, the chestnuts are also put away, it's better to sell them for money, make the best use of them, buy more things we need, or save them for other purposes, how good!"

"Moreover, our chestnuts are picked from our own trees, which costs almost nothing. There are no fried chestnuts on the street yet, we have exclusive secret recipes, new things! Those who have never tasted it will be more curious, and the business will definitely not be bad. ”

thought that after a reasonable explanation, Xiao Cheng would definitely agree, but after Xiao Cheng listened, his originally calm face was instantly gloomy as the sea.

The person also lay back flat, his dark eyes facing the mottled mosquito net, and the air pressure around him was reduced to a minimum.

The voice changed from the previous light, cold as cold: "There are not many chestnuts, you can keep them for yourself."

This is disagreeable???

Bai Lu immediately lifted the quilt and got up: "But I can't eat so much, chestnuts can be stored in the sand, but they will dry out after a long time, I will leave some for you to eat, and the money from the sale will belong to you, is it okay?"

Xiao Cheng was unmoved, pulled the rope and turned off the light, closed his eyes, and refused indifferently.

"Sleep."

Bai Lu felt that he was simply inexplicable and unreasonable, obviously he was fine just now, and he changed when he said it.

He doesn't need to sell the chestnuts, but the money goes to him, why refuse such a good thing?

Why refuse for no reason!

Can a bully be arbitrary, unreasonable, and more vexatious than a woman!

The more Bai Lu thought about it, the more angry she became, and she bit the maltose that had not been eaten in her mouth and chewed it vigorously.

The one in his hand was also buried under the pillow, and he lay down with a stomach full of breath, and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

Go to bed!!!

The night suddenly cooled down to freezing.

Xiao Wei had just finished a good night's sleep, and when he woke up the next morning, he felt low air pressure again.

And this time, it's not your average horror.

Because of the terrifying low pressure, it came from Xiao Cheng and spread throughout the house, and even the old hen in the backyard didn't dare to cluck anymore after laying eggs, as if she knew that the sky had changed.