Shanshi looked at his own master who was planting rice in the field, and his jaw was shocked.

The master got up early this morning and said that he wanted to go to Shanghe Village to see the old lady, and he thought it was strange. After coming, I saw that the master was like a different person, changed into the coarse cloth clothes of the Hu family, like a country man.

Until the master planted the rice seedlings himself, and was never tired of it, Shanshi suddenly had an epiphany: the master is pleasing the old lady!

Although I don't know why I want to do this, the master has always done things safely.

Shanshi pondered, if he intervened, would the master not like it? Although he had the heart to help his master share the farm work, the master had always done things in a measured manner, and he had no orders to go rashly, for fear of self-defeating.

Hey, when a subordinate is not good, pondering and pondering, the master's mind is the most difficult to guess.

"Brother Shan, drink a bowl of mung bean soup, this is a relief from the heat."

Hu Baozhu put on the most decent clothes, twisted his waist, and appeared in front of Shanshi.

The spring sun is bright, and standing on the ridge is a little sunburned. Hu Baozhu scooped a big bowl for Shanshi and handed it to him with a smile.

The delicate and lovely girl blooms like a delicate flower, and her smile is all amorous. It's a pity that Shanshi is an incomprehensible one.

The soft mung bean soup attracted him more than the girl.

"You still make mung bean soup?" He was quite unusual.

Mung beans are not uncommon in farmers, but they are not rare either. Most people will sell it for money and will not enjoy it themselves. Not only did the Hu family not sell it for money, but Hu Baozhu also knew that this thing relieved the heat, and it was worthy of being a family of cultivation and reading.

The more he came into contact with the old lady of the Hu family, the more Shanshi could find that the Hu family was completely different from the imaginary farmhouse. The old lady is open-minded, atmospheric, knowledgeable, insightful, and most importantly, empathetic. The master is not a good person to get along with, and the person who can talk to the master should be so kind.

He is good at using swords and eyebrows, and his body that has been practicing martial arts all the year round is completely different from that of a country man, and his appearance with vigor and nobility deeply fascinates Hu Baozhu.

She wrenched her hands together, looked at Shanshi, and quickly lowered her head, shy and timid:

"We countrymen, we can do anything. I'm good at cooking, so I'll give you a taste at noon today. ”

The daughter's family is clear at a glance, Hu Baozhu is eighteen years old, and at this age, it belongs to an old girl in any family.

The old lady loved her and was willing to let her stay for a few more years. Hu Baozhu couldn't find a man who matched his eyes, and he has been delayed until now.

Now, she thinks it's good to be generous.

When Hu Baozhu flatters someone, he smiles with his eyebrows and eyes, and he is very lovable.

Shanshi didn't have any ideas, and nodded obediently:

"Then I'll taste it."

As he spoke, he took a sip of mung bean soup. Mung bean soup is cold!

People who have been in the sun for a long time should drink a bowl of chilled mung bean soup, how comfortable should it be?

"Got sugar?"

Sweet and delicious. Without waiting for Hu Baozhu to answer, Shanshi took another big sip, and smashed his mouth after drinking, with an endless aftertaste:

"It's a different kind of sweetness."

It's very different from the sugar in the pastry, but it's actually sugar.

Hu Baozhu immediately became a "star eye", she opened her mouth exaggeratedly, and praised vigorously:

"Brother Shan's so powerful, he ate it as soon as he ate it."

She didn't even know what it was the first time she ate it.

"It's caramel made from malt, and it tastes good, and it's good for the body." Hu Baozhu stumbled, and he couldn't remember the word described after all, so he changed it to "good for his body".

She was a little uneasy, for fear that she would be seen by Shanshi.

Shanshi didn't see anything, Hu Baozhu's uneasiness seemed to him to be timidity caused by unfamiliarity.

"Caramel syrup? Do you still make caramel candy? "Shanshi's eyes are brighter, brighter than the stars.

Hu Baozhu was stunned for a moment, her heart was "pounding", she felt that she had found her destined person.

Shanshi is the person she is looking for!

The cowardice in my heart is just right to hide because of shyness. Hu Baozhu said with a smile:

"A little ......" is actually not at all.

This thing was made by Hu Yan'er.

But...... It's all family, and she says it's what she does, it's what she does.

Thinking like this, Hu Baozhu was suddenly full of confidence. Even the eyes that looked at Xiang Shanshi were firm.

This man, she's going to decide!

Shanshi was not feeling well when he was a child, and he needed to use caramel to dispense medicine, but later his health improved, and he did not eat caramel for a long time. When he remembered it, he looked for the taste, but it didn't look like it.

But what Hu Baozhu made is very similar to the taste in his memory.

"It's not a trivial matter. Can you teach me? After Shanshi finished speaking, he immediately realized that he was abrupt:

"Look at me, I'm too talkative." The recipes are all confidential, maybe this recipe is for the Hu family to have other uses, and he really shouldn't say more.

Where is the mouthy?

Hu Baozhu couldn't ask for it.

"No, no, it can be taught, it can be taught. But be prepared, next time. Next time you come, I'll teach you how to make caramel candy. ”

She had to take advantage of this time to learn how to make caramel or she would be exposed.

Hu Baozhu is worried about how to get closer to Shanshi, people with fate don't need to ask for it, no, the opportunity has come by himself.

Although Hu Baozhu is generous, he is not stingy.

"I'll buy the recipe." He didn't spread the word, so he made it himself and ate it.

Hu Baozhu likes money, but if he is alienated from charity for money, the gains outweigh the losses.

When Brother Good said this, he saw the outside. I heard that Brother Shan is a person from Lin'an Mansion? ”

"Hmm." received Shanshi's affirmative reply, Hu Baozhu's eyes brightened.

"My daughter's family always loves beauty. Next time, Brother Good can bring me a few bead flowers from Lin'an Mansion. ”

The man sent the heroine Zhuhua to marry, and it was written like this in the picture book.

Hu Baozhu's chest seemed to be surrounded by a few deer, she looked at Shanshi timidly and expectantly, the girl's heart is always spring, she wants to see the outside world, she wants to see the world that belongs to Shanshi.

"What's so hard about that?" Shanshi agreed, but he didn't say anything about marriage in his heart. It's a thank-you gift, and it has a different meaning.

The old lady talked to Zhao Yuan about the rise, and she didn't have time to deal with her. Hu Baozhu put down the mung bean porridge and left happily.

Halfway through, I saw someone lying on the ridge. If you don't look closely, it's easy to lose sight of the past.

"Zhang Yi?" Hu Baozhu recognized the person lying on the ground, who was the son of Widow Zhang's family next door, Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi is not in good health and has never worked in the field.

This year, the old lady got the experience of the Zhang family and took the initiative to take over the Zhang family's land and planted the Hu family's "old grain". Although Hu Baozhu doesn't think that a little experience is worth helping with farming, the relationship between the two families seems to be much closer.

Zhang Yi got up from the ground, straightened out his untidy clothes, and stared at Hu Baozhu with squinted eyes, his eyes were indescribably complicated.

Hu Baozhu was stared at by him uncomfortably, and always felt that he forgot to wash his face when he went out, otherwise why would he stare at her like this?

Zhang Yi's face was slightly red, and he looked like he was sick. Hu Baozhu was ready to care, so he listened to him:

"Privately teach."

refers to the conversation between Hu Baozhu and Shanshi just now.

Hu Baozhu: "......"

Sick seedling, sick to death, he got it!