Fang Dawei's cheeks were thin red, he raised his hand to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and said, "No." ”

He was born tall, dark-skinned, and had a sense of oppression in front of people, but every time he came to the store, his demeanor was extremely incommensurate with his tall stature.

Even if the nerves are as thick as Erya, they can see the clues, and often sit behind the counter with their own food with great interest, while eating, watching him rack his brains and talk to Mo Ying.

Mo Jingchun has seen enough of the excitement, so he will educate him seriously: "Don't look at indecent things, don't listen to indecent people." ”

Fang Dawei was coarse, and he didn't know how to please the girl, he only knew that he blindly picked up what he thought was good and gave it to the other party.

This month, two pheasants, three hares and half a wild boar have been delivered, although they are for Mo Ying, but when she is in the store, these often go into Mo Jingchun's kitchen and use them to improve the food for everyone.

Take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths.

The second girl who ate the most and Mo Jingchun were already "bought" by Fang Dawei very uncompetitively.

Seeing that Mo Ying has also been a little swaying and loose these days, and gradually moved by his persistence, the two of them almost have someone who can push them to pierce this layer of window paper and communicate with each other.

At this time, Fang Dawei's bright and firm eyes revealed a faint joy, and he was still blushing: "Sister Jingchun, I saw Sister Ying before I just came, and she asked me to bring it to you. Thank you. He also said that you should wait for her to come the day after tomorrow before getting it. ”

Mo Jingchun saw the suspicious red clouds on his cheeks, as well as the joy that couldn't be concealed in his eyes, and couldn't help but wonder: If you bring words, bring words, why is this person blushing?

This time, it turned out to be more than a dozen sparrows.

She took it casually and asked, "Thank you?" Thank me for what? ”

"This. Just wait a few days for the girl to ask her herself. Fang Dawei delivered the things, said a few words of gossip, and suddenly smelled a strong smell of meat wafting out of indulgence, and his stomach, which had not yet eaten lunch, immediately "chirped" and protested.

"This" he scratched his head embarrassedly, embarrassed in front of his sister.

Mo Jingchun held back a smile and straightened up: "Brother Fang hasn't eaten lunch yet, right?" It just so happens that I'm cooking duck porridge, it's almost ready, let's try it together? ”

He was about to refuse, Mo He came out of the backyard with a basin of washed dishes, stacked them one by one, and also opened his mouth to leave him: "What's polite?" You kid, I should have invited you to dinner with so many things. ”

"That's fine, I'm afraid of bothering you." He said.

Since he said that he wanted to stay for lunch, he was embarrassed to watch them busy on the side, so he rushed to take the plate in Mo He's hand and helped set it up.

Today's porridge was cooked with yams, and it was very rich.

Fat duck, blanch and cool down after the bones, tear into small pieces and add it to cook, the water for cooking porridge does not use water, but the original soup that has just boiled the duck, if you are afraid of fishy, you can also add wine and ginger to remove the fishy.

The yam should also be finely mashed before it can be put into the pot, so as to increase the thick fiber of the porridge.

This bowl, the farmer is also called "duck mush." ”

Fang Dawei once thought that he didn't like to drink porridge, but after drinking this bowl of duck today, he knew that the kind of clear soup he drank before was low in water, and the rice grains could only be called rice soup, and it tasted tasteless.

That's when the beauty of adding mashed yam comes into play.

When it is hot, this bowl of porridge is not only soft and rotten, but also mixed with the subtle graininess of yam, which is a kind of glutinous fragrance, which can play a role in "harmonizing", and the flavors in the bowl are all fused together and become harmonious.

Leave it to cool a little, and a layer of rice skin will form on the surface of the porridge bowl, which is translucent like clotted fat.

Gently picking it open, the porridge below became thicker, almost sticky in the throat.

Why is it called "duck mush"? I'm afraid that's where the name comes from.

In addition to the boiled duck and yam porridge, there are also fried fish, tamales, and stir-fried spinach with porridge and side dishes, which are also dishes for guests to eat today.

Fang Dawei grew up eating the food made by his father's broken craftsmanship, and as long as his father's fried food was not scorched or bitter, he could eat three bowls with relish.

When he grew up, he simply learned to do it himself, and his understanding of eating was that as long as he could fill his stomach, he would complete the task.

At this moment, in the face of these simple plates of hot porridge and side dishes, he was a little moved when he ate them.

At first glance, I tasted such a delicious taste in the world, and I felt that the meals of the previous ten years were all in vain.

Bo Qingshan came to enjoy Qinghuan again after many days, and what he saw was such a happy scene.

A tall and athletic young man, full of energy.

In the translucent pair of black eyes, they were so bright that they could reflect Mo Jingchun's laughing expression.

It seems that in front of herself, even if she laughs, she is always restrained.

Without blinking, he stood outside the door staring at her.

"Brother Bo?"

Mo Jingchun always felt that there was a look staring at him when he spoke, and when he raised his eyes, he found that Bo Qingshan, who had not seen him for a long time, was standing quietly outside the door.

bumped into her eyes, the other party blinked, hooked his lips in an instant, and between his eyebrows and eyes was a little softer and helpless: "Shocking spring." ”

He lifted the curtain and bowed his head to the others.

Mo Jingchun always felt that although he was smiling, he seemed to be in a bad mood.

His eyes couldn't help but be worried: "What's going on?" ”

"Nope."

He found a chair and sat down by himself: "It's just that I'll see you in the future for a long time, and I'm still worried that you will be unhappy." "I didn't expect some little girls who have no conscience to look more comfortable than usual.

And this man, who is it?

He seemed to have seen it in the village, but he was not impressed.

The smile on Bo Qingshan's lips condensed slightly, and his eyes fell on that person.

A resolute and upright appearance, and wheat-colored skin hidden under clothes.

The muscles are tense, which can make many village girls blush and heartbeat.

What did you talk to him about, did you have such a good time?

His voice softened: "When are you free, go home?" ”

Her birthday was approaching, and he prepared a birthday gift for her.

Mo Jingchun said embarrassedly: "I thought you were too busy...... Every time Hang Sheng comes to talk about you, he doesn't have time. ”

Being looked at by him like this, she seemed to have done something bad, and was shocked to realize that she hadn't gone back to Mojia Village for a long time, and she hadn't seen Gao and Mo Qinglin for a long time.

She nodded slightly: "It's time to find time to go back for two days." ”

In order to appease Bo Qingshan, who accused her, she pointed to the sack in the corner as if offering a treasure: "Brother Bo, are you free the day after tomorrow?" Brother Da Wei sent a lot of finches today, and the day after tomorrow when Sister Ying comes over, I plan to fry them and eat them, so will you come? ”

Brother Dawei? Already so familiar?

He glanced at the sack quietly, and his eyes sparkled.

The corners of his lips were raised, and his voice was shallow: "Okay." ”