After eating most of the meal, and drinking almost the wine, Song Hongguo went to the kitchen to cook noodles, and the hand-rolled noodles cooked from the big bone broth were milky white, the noodles were smooth and strong, and he pinched the green vegetable leaves into it, and even his appearance was gone.

When she was serving noodles, Huo Minglou walked in, and with the help of serving the bowl, the two of them were finally able to say a few words alone.

"I'm tired today...... "It's hard to cook so many dishes, and they're all hard dishes."

Seeing the distress in his eyes, Song Hongguo realized the taste of sweetness, no matter how hard it was, with this sentence, everything was smoothed out, "I'm fine, you just like to eat." ”

Huo Minglou said softly, "I like it very much, thank you, but I still won't cook so many dishes in the future......"

He was reluctant.

Song Hongguo understood the unfinished words in his eyes, and his heart warmed, but he couldn't help but joke, "So you don't want to eat the dishes I made in the future?" ”

Huo Minglou paused, still very honest, "I want to eat, but I don't want you to suffer." ”

Song Hongguo raised her eyebrows, "So? ”

Huo Minglou said seriously, "I'll give you a hand in the future, my cooking skills are not good now, but I can learn, and then we will work together, so you don't have to work so hard." ”

Song Hongguo said with a smile, "Okay, I can write it down." ”

"Hmmm......"

Seeing that his eyes were getting more and more blazing, Song Hongguo was not indifferent, she also wanted to get close to him, but this kitchen was semi-open, it was really a bit of a move, and it would be embarrassing to be seen.

So you can only endure.

Huo Minglou also knew in his heart that he originally planned to say a few words to himself, but after being close to her, some thoughts were out of control, he wanted to hug her, and he wanted to ......

In the end, they couldn't hold it, but the two of them quietly pulled their hands, which was a comfort.

The noodles were brought out, the three children couldn't eat it, Song Hongguo didn't dare to ask them to eat anymore, the stomachs of several little guys stood up, as if they were carrying a small watermelon, looking at the snow-white noodles all over the garden, and sighed weakly, "I didn't expect that I would have a day when I couldn't eat noodles, who would dare to believe it......

Zhao Zhenhua told him, "You can't say this when you go back, especially your cousins." ”

The garden is full of little ghosts, "Don't worry, Dad, I'm not stupid, I won't say anything to anyone in our family." ”

He sometimes likes to show off, but there are some things that cannot be shown, and it will attract jealousy.

After eating, almost all the plates on the table were empty, and the action of what is called a disc was perfectly implemented.

Ling Zhi took his younger brother to clean up, and Song Hongguo invited a few people into the hall of the main house.

At this time, it was already dark, and there was a kerosene lamp with a cover hanging in the courtyard, and the scenery was hazy, adding to the mysterious beauty.

When candles are lit in the hall, the light is much brighter.

I hadn't visited before, so as soon as I walked in, Song Hongbing couldn't help but sigh and admire, sat on the sofa, rubbed the soft cushions, looked at the flowers and plants on the opposite shelf, and said with emotion, "You are too particular about cleaning up in this house, it's not much worse than that......

Anyway, he hadn't seen a few that looked neat and comfortable like this.

Of course, Song Hongguo has to be humble, "It's just foolishness." ”

Song Hongbing shook his head and sighed, "It's all like this, if you get serious, will you still leave a way for people to live?" ”

Song Hongguo smiled, "How can you say so exaggerated?" ”

Song Hongbing said with a sincere face, "Believe me, don't say that our factory is in the imperial capital, and there are few houses that have cleaned up so decently, I'm really sour, I don't believe you ask Minglou." ”

Huo Minglou was looking at the stove, and when he heard the words, he didn't look back at the "um".

Seeing this, Song Hongguo asked him, "Interested in this furnace?" ”

Huo Minglou looked at her and didn't hide it from her, "This stove is very cleverly designed, it can not only cook, but also burn the kang, and it is also beautiful, and there is a little bit of Western-style fireplace taste, this small iron door is opened, you can fill the firewood for heating, here is a good reference, this base of green bricks, I look like it was removed from the ancient building, at that time, the person who made this stove was a visionary, and also had some skills." ”

After listening to this, Song Hongguo thought to herself, it was exactly the same as what she thought at that time.

It's her boyfriend.

Song Hongbing muttered, "Just one stove, so many ways?" ”

Zhao Zhenhua said with a bit of reminiscence, "Uncle Cheng is indeed a capable person......

To be precise, he is a person with a story on his body, with a face of vicissitudes and eyes that people can't see through, but he is very open-minded in life and doing things, otherwise, he would not have asked his father to get acquainted in a hurry, but unfortunately, good people did not live long.

Huo Minglou had another guess in his heart, but he didn't have much to say at the moment, and after reading the stove, he looked at the stone-carved basin again.

This is carved by Zhao Zhenhua, Song Hongguo gave money and drawings, he carved it very finely, and the natural finished product is a little more exquisite, plus there are water lilies planted in it at the moment, and there are a few small fish swimming, which is suddenly more elegant, and it is a lot taller all of a sudden.

Han Ying came out of the master bedroom in the middle at this time, and her envy was undisguised, "I want to live here with you and not leave." ”

Song Hongguo said, "Okay, you stay tonight, let's have a long talk." ”

Han Ying smiled bitterly, "I slept with my grandfather recently, but I told him that I would go back later, but if I don't return at night, he will not be happy, forget it, next time." ”

Zhao Zhenhua beckoned a few people to drink tea, the tea is barley tea, which is just right to relieve greasy drinking at this time, and there are some melon seeds and snacks on the coffee table, but no one eats it now.

It's not that the mouth doesn't want to, it's that the stomach can't do it.

The adults drank tea and chatted in the hall, and the children went into the second bedroom to play, until nine o'clock, Huo Minglou proposed to leave, he didn't want to leave, but he wanted her to rest early.

Song Hongguo prepared a return gift for the three of them, wrapped in an oiled paper bag, and carried it heavily in his hand, about two or three catties.

Zhao Zhenhua sent the three of them to the foot of the mountain with her, and after a few words of greeting, they watched them ride away.

The three of them had already prepared, flashlights, but they were not afraid that they would not be able to see the road clearly in the dark.

After the people left out of sight, Zhao Zhenhua also took Man Yuan home, and Song Hongguo also cleaned up a gift for him, including the soda brought by Song Hongbing, the biscuits and candy brought by Han Ying, and the pork ribs taken by Huo Minglou, she also chopped it into three parts and wrapped a piece for him.

Zhao Zhenhua refused to ask for it, and pulled with her for a while before accepting it, and the next day, he sent her a rabbit, saying that he had caught it from the mountain.

Looking at the white and chubby rabbit fed with the feed of later generations, what can Song Hongguo say? I carried it back with joy.

She packed up another copy and sent it to Zhao Yulian's house before going to work, so that she could maintain harmony impartially.