"I boiled mung bean soup, cooled it in the well water, and put sugar in it." She laughs.

"Didn't you take a break at noon?" He knew it as soon as he guessed.

"I'll go back when you're done with the mung bean soup."

"Where did this thermos come from?" He remembered that their thermos was not so new.

"I went to the Zhiqing Point to get it from my house."

"Stupid or not, I ran several times." He looked at her and smiled dotingly, he must treat her well in the future.

"Here's a bottle for the village chief's family."

"Just ask Song Wei to send it over." Song Jingzhi took five bowls and a thermos flask and sent them to Song Wei, Song Jianguo was five people who worked, and the boss of the Song family asked the factory for autumn harvest leave.

The two carried thermos flasks and baskets to find Song's father and Song's mother.

Mother Song looked at her still coming, a little helpless, "You, don't you tan." ”

"If you don't tan or not, I put on alabaster and wear a straw hat." She smiled sweetly.

"This cream doesn't protect against the sun." Mother Song was amused by her words.

"Well, this mung bean soup is good, cold and cold, delicious." Father Song had already drunk it first.

"It's sweet, it's sugar." Mother Song took a bite of mung bean soup, and her eyes narrowed.

Song Jingzhi also drank a bowl, "Sweet." ”

Then he bent down and whispered in her ear, "Not as sweet as you." ”

Tang Xiaoxiao blushed and was so angry that he wanted to hit him.

Mother Song smiled and said, "You two hurry up and go home, the work here will be done with your father in a while." ”

With Song Jingzhi's labor force, they only have a little work left today, so Song's mother asked the two of them to go home together.

There was still half of the mung bean soup left in the thermos, and Tang Xiaoxiao sent it to He Xiaoqian and Xu Zeming.

"Xiaoxiao, you're amazing, this mung bean soup is so delicious." After He Xiaoqian drank a bowl, she licked her lips.

"Thank you." Xu Zeming thanked the two of them before starting to drink.

Both of them only drank one bowl and refused to drink it again, after all, it was mung beans and sugar.

When she got home, the first thing Song Jingzhi did was to apply well water to her face first, and then bring her alabaster at home.

She brought her little face to him and asked him to help her with incense.

"My hands are rough, I'll scratch your face later."

"Okay." She did touch a lot of calluses when she held his hand, and she didn't force it.

When she had finished applying the cream, he pulled her into the back room and pressed her to sit on the bed.

"Get some sleep." He bent down to take off her shoes.

"Don't, I'll take it off myself." When she grew up, no one had ever taken off her shoes except for the nurses in later generations.

He didn't answer her, but helped her take off her shoes and put her legs on the bed.

"Sleep."

"But I can't sleep." She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Shall I read to you?"

"No, you're tired from the day, so let's go and rest."

Song Jingzhi moved her into the bed a little, and also took off her shoes and went to bed.

"You, you, you......" Tang Xiaoxiao looked at him nervously.

"What do you think?" He nodded her forehead, "Just put my arm around you and squint." ”

He helped her lie down, and didn't hug her, but took her little hand, "Sleep." ”

Tang Xiaoxiao closed his eyes, he was not sleepy at all, but he took his gentle big hand and fell asleep not long after.

Song Jingzhi looked at her quiet sleeping face and closed her eyes.

In the field, there is a lot of labor in the family, and some people have called the scorekeeper to start scoring, including Song's father and Song's mother.

"Yo, your family is done so soon, you shouldn't cut corners." Chen Fengya's family will call their sons-in-law to help every autumn harvest, so their family is also fast.

"Chen Fengya, what do you mean? Do you mean I'm cover-up? "The scorekeeper is a young man from the village who went to high school.

"No, no." Chen Fengya had flattery on her face, this scorekeeper can't be offended, less work is less food.

"We have a son to help, and a daughter-in-law to make meat and mung bean soup with sugar. Unlike some people, this autumn harvest son is gone, but the son-in-law has to do his own work and come to help. ”

Mother Song is not a loss, she regretted not giving Chen Fengya two ears of melon seeds like her daughter-in-law last time.

This Chen Fengya still came to the door, and she really didn't remember it.

"My son is not a person who does this kind of work, my son will do great things in the future."

Chen Fengya has always thought that her son will definitely be better than Song Jingzhi in the future.

In the future, he will definitely go to the city to eat commercial grain and become a big official in the city.

"Just your son? Don't be funny. Before Song Mu could speak, the nearby villagers laughed.

"Let's go, go home and cook, but don't get tired of Xiaoxiao anymore." Song's father ripped off Song's mother's clothes.

Compared with Chen Fengya, it is still his daughter-in-law who is more important.

Over there, Tang Xiaoxiao was woken up by the heat, she didn't sleep honestly, and she had already rolled into Song Jingzhi's arms, one hand was still leading, and the other hand was on his waist.

In fact, from the moment her hand was put on it, Song Jingzhi had already woken up.

Because of his long life as a firefighter, he slept very lightly, even if he was in a deep sleep, he woke up at the slightest movement.

When she opened her eyes, Song Jingzhi was looking at her.

“......”

"It's your own embrace."

She knew that she was not honest when she was sleeping, so she hurriedly took her hand away, but was grasped by one of Song Jing.

His lips went straight up, blocking what she was about to say.

"Hmm......" She tried to push him away, but he hugged him tighter.

"Well, don't move, or I can't guarantee that I'll do anything." His voice was a little hoarse.

Nephrite is in her arms, and she is her beloved girl.

He is not Megumi Yanashita, how could he not react.

Tang Xiaoxiao was so frightened by his words that he didn't move at all, and let him hug him tightly.

After a while, he spoke, "Brother Jingzhi, are you alright?" ”

"Hmm." Song Jingzhi let her go, imprinted a kiss on her forehead, and got up.

He went out of the room and washed his face several times with cold well water before returning to his room.

"I'm going to cook." When he entered the room, Tang Xiaoxiao had already gotten up and made the bed.

"I'll do it, and you will teach me on the side."

In the future, he can't let his daughter-in-law cook every day, so he has to learn to cook.

"Okay." She smiled and nodded.

When Song's father and Song's mother came back, they saw their future daughter-in-law instructing their son in the kitchen to cook.

The two quickly washed their hands, Song's mother went to the kitchen to help light the fire, and Song's father was busy with other things.

"In the future, as long as Jingzhi doesn't go out of the task, Xiaoxiao, you will let him cook. Neither our family nor your uncle's family can only cook for women. ”

"The chairman said that women can hold up half the sky, why is the old society still flourishing now, women should cook and take care of children, so don't let women work in the fields and go to work to earn money."

Tang Xiaoxiao felt that what Song Mu said was very reasonable, but even in later generations, some people can't change this old thinking.