After worshipping the ancestors, eating, and negotiating the acquisition, Xiao Cheng, Bailu Xiao Wei and others returned to Xinzhen, Chengli, and Nanshi under the collective farewell of the Xiao family in the mountains.

Li Hongying and her aunts helped Bai Lu pick up more than ten catties of snails, and also gave her a lot of vegetables and fruits.

Grandpa and Grandma's medicinal wine also took a small bottle and spread it out in half, and brought it back to Bai Lu and Xiao Cheng.

The clansmen who have ripe fruit trees at home also picked many different kinds of fruits for Xiao Cheng and Bai Lu.

Eggs were given a lot, and there were double yolk eggs.

All stuffed into the driver's seat at the front of the car, the bamboo baskets and sacks were piled up, and Xiao Wei almost had no place to sit.

What a pathetic baby.

Of course, other Xiao family members who are developing outside have also received a lot of vegetable and fruit gifts from their relatives in the mountains.

A group of brick cars, buses, and nearly 200 Xiao family members returned to their hometowns to worship their ancestors, and left with laughter.

Back in town, night fell.

The Xiao family got out of the car one after another and went home, Xiao Cheng left a brick car and drove it to sweep the private grave tomorrow, and the rest drove back to the brick factory with Xiao Dazhuang and returned it to the brick factory owner.

The lights were on in the corridor of the courtyard, and Bai Lu and Xiao Wei sorted out the things they had brought back from the countryside.

Xiao Wei followed Bai Lu's instructions, dragged a large basin to the well to press water, and poured all the snails into it.

Bai Lu said that the snails that were just picked up from the river had a lot of mud in their stomachs, and they would spit out the mud if they were raised with clean water for a day or two, and then they would be delicious when they were fried.

All the eggs were put in an enamel basin by white dew, placed in the bottom layer of the cupboard, and kept to eat slowly.

Vegetables such as Chinese cabbage and lettuce should be placed separately in a ventilated place in the kitchen so as not to be pressed together and perishable.

Several large bundles of cabbage wrapped in straw seedlings, put them in a cool place and avoid the sun, and then untie them tomorrow morning.

Fruits such as green dates and oranges are all put in the big fruit basket of the Eight Immortals table, and whoever likes to eat can take what.

Finally put everything in order.

Bai Lu dragged her tired steps to the kitchen, prepared a bucket to press the water, poured it into a large pot, and boiled the water for a bath.

When I arrived at the kitchen door, I saw Xiao Wei carrying a small half bucket of water, stepping on a small bench, pouring water into the cauldron, and firewood had already been lit in the stove hole under the stove.

The bright red firelight makes the kitchen particularly bright.

Moreover, Xiao Weiti's water is obviously the last half of the bucket, and he will cover the pot lid on the side after filling.

"That's amazing!"

Bai Lu smiled and gave a thumbs up to the little guy who walked off the small bench: "Intimate little padded jacket."

Xiao Wei opened his mouth with a small face that was very similar to Xiao Cheng's indifferent expression.

"Okay, okay, I know, it's your eldest brother's will again, your eldest brother confessed, right?" Bai Lu was still smiling and gave the little guy a reward for touching his head.

What he wanted to say was said, Xiao Wei had nothing to say, his small mouth slugged, and he closed it again.

Bai Lu nudged his little shoulder: "Okay, go to the house and get the fruit to eat, the aunts all say that the green dates are very sweet, crispy and delicious, and I will call you again when the water is hot."

"The tank is out of water." Xiao Wei refused to eat the fruit, and walked out without hesitation with the bucket.

The bucket handle was pulled in the next second, and Bai Lu said, "I'll fill it later."

Xiao Wei glanced at her feet: "I'll pour."

"I'll pour it." Bai Lu didn't let go.

"I'll pour it." Xiao Wei didn't let go.

The bucket handle likes to lift the river style pull.

Just as the winner was about to be decided, a slender hand with distinct knots stepped in, and with unrivaled power, the bucket was fixed and carried away.

Bai Lu and Xiao Wei were stunned for half a second, and then raised their heads together.

Only the tall and majestic back of the man remained at the door, with long slender and powerful legs, and steady footsteps.

A cool breeze drifted through the night.

Xiao Wei didn't say a word, went back to the room to do his homework, and when he passed by the Eight Immortals table, he took a big green jujube.

Bai Lu sat in front of the stove and lit the fire.

After burning for a while, he suddenly remembered something, got up and went to the corner to open a sack, took three beautiful sweet potatoes back, and threw them into the stove.

Xiao Cheng came back to fill the tank with water, and when he saw it, he just swept his eyes and didn't say anything, and went out again after filling the water.

It didn't take long to fill the tank.

A strong smell of burnt food, accompanied by the girl's excited little voice, wafted out of the kitchen—

"Ah Cheng, Xiaowei, come out for supper, there are fragrant roasted sweet potatoes~"

Xiao Wei walked out of the door and saw Xiao Cheng holding a freshly peeled orange in his hand, and went straight to the kitchen.

Confused, he followed.

On the small square wooden table in the kitchen, there is a small round dustpan with three roasted sweet potatoes with reddish-purple skin and slightly black, slightly charred, fragrant.

Bai Lu sat on the stool at the table and beckoned to them with a smile: "Come and taste it, this is a sweet potato grown by Fu Bo's family, and the aunt said that it is very sweet and delicious."

Xiao Cheng glanced at her, put the orange on the table, sat down and took a roasted sweet potato, and peeled it.

Xiao Wei also took one and sat down to peel it.

Bai Lu also held a roasted sweet potato in his hand, but his eyes were staring at the peeled orange in front of him, and the tails of his eyes twitched slightly.

Tangerines with roasted sweet potatoes, what devil goes with?

In order to avoid eating the devil's set meal alone, Bai Lu very considerately broke the orange and divided it into three portions.

Xiao Cheng, Xiao Wei, her, one for each person.

Poison is shared, and difficulties are shared.

"Is it delicious?"

Bai Lu blew the hot roasted sweet potato in his hand and asked Xiao Cheng and Xiao Wei, who had already started eating.

Xiao Wei thought it was delicious, soft and sweet, better than fried chestnuts with sugar, he had seen the roasted sweet potatoes sold on the street, and the appearance was similar to that of Bailu roasted, but he had never eaten it.

Imagine the taste of roasted sweet potatoes...... It shouldn't be as delicious as this one in your hand, and it shouldn't be as sweet as this.

But the eldest brother didn't comment, and he didn't dare to talk much.

However, in the next second, the man who was eating roasted sweet potatoes slowly opened his mouth and gave a two-word evaluation.

"Not bad."

Xiao Wei immediately nodded: "It's delicious, it's delicious!" I've never eaten such a delicious baked sweet potato! ”

Hearing that his skills were recognized, Bai Lu was quite happy and satisfied: "From then on, we ate baked sweet potatoes every day."

Xiao Cheng: "......"

Xiao Wei: "......"

Eat every day......

Will it be sweet to death......

After eating supper and taking a bath, Bai Lu lay on the bed to eat, yes, yes, lie down to eat.

My feet still hurt a little, my stomach is a little supportive, I don't want to leave, lie down and eat with my mind.

One-step, two-step, three-step, four-step, five-step......

Thinking and thinking more and more sleepy, his eyelids closed and tried to open up, and continued to brainwash and eat.

Disappear and disappear and finally disappear from the dream.

Bai Lu fell asleep, perhaps because she had walked more than she had walked every day before, and she was so tired that she quickly fell asleep.

It was so familiar that the man didn't respond when he returned to the room.

The feet that were so familiar that they hung outside the bed were rubbed by the rough palms stained with medicinal wine, and the ankles were slightly warm, and the closed eyes were not opened, and the breathing was still very even.

I slept soundly and peacefully.