Chief don't slap in the face

"Oh"

Stretching out the tip of her pink tongue, licking off the remaining juice on her lips, Xia Lingyue put away the plate with unfinished thoughts.

"Eat, don't save!"

Xia Ye was speechless.

"No, save it and eat it later!"

Daylight Savings Month refused.

"This thing can't be kept, it won't be fresh!"

Xia Ye explained.

"Then don't!"

Summer Moon shook her head like a rattle.

"Just eat, there's still a lot to come!"

Seeing my sister's smile makes the effort of transplanting these strawberries totally worth it.

"Don't... what?"

Xia Lingyue was taken aback.

Xia Ye casually pointed, and Xia Lingyue rushed out like a runaway rabbit.

"Ha ha!"

Xia Ye prepared the tools, and only a moment later, Xia Lingyue rushed back, dragging him to the back: "Strawberries, so many! So many!"

"I know!"

Xia Ye was speechless.

Xia Lingyue froze, and suddenly thought of a possibility: "You can't plant it again, right?"

"Wild ones won't grow in vegetable beds!"

Xia Ye pulled away her sister's hand: "You can play by yourself, I have to work!"

"Oh!"

Xia Lingyue looked at her younger brother, then at the vegetable bed in the bamboo forest, and after a few seconds of sluggishness, she rushed over again: "No, I have to look again."

There is no vertigo, on about half an acre of land, six rows of low plants are neatly planted, the kind of fruit called strawberry by my brother grows on it, and some are not ripe.

"I must be dreaming!"

Xia Lingyue murmured, seeing a caterpillar crawling on a leaf, she knocked it off immediately, this is her own strawberry, don't try to steal it!

Pulling weeds and removing insects, after busying for a while, Xia Lingyue suddenly remembered that there was nothing to do, so she looked for her younger brother.

"No need, just take a stroll!"

Xia Ye is not willing to make her sister work hard: "Besides, you won't!"

"Oh!"

The younger brother has grown up and has his own ideas, which makes Xia Lingyue a little disappointed, but she soon becomes excited again, running around like a deer, and begins to explore her new continent.

This open space is bent into a vertical crescent shape by the stream. The south side is the lower half of the crescent, which is covered by bamboo forests. Qian Ren's precarious attitude.

There are several natural caves on the rock wall, and occasionally swallows pick up spring mud and build their nests in the gaps.

Xia Lingyue stood at the entrance of the cave and looked around.

"The first one on the left is the deepest, warm in winter and cool in summer, it is a natural storage room, the second one is the kitchen, the third one is the bedroom, the third one is the largest, it is piled up with sundries, the six next to it are for various functions Workshop."

Xia Ye raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to visit?"

"want!"

Xia Lingyue ran directly towards the third cave, and through the sunlight projected in, she saw that there were some daily necessities here, all of which were neatly arranged, but the most eye-catching thing was the clay pots piled up in the corner .

"so much?"

Xia Lingyue was astonished, how much would it cost to buy this?But thinking that everything in Taoyuan Township was built by my younger brother, could it be...

"Everything I do is a failure!"

Xia Ye smiled embarrassedly. When he was in college, he was pulled into the Classical Department by a familiar senior sister, so he dabbled in pottery, porcelain, and even tea ceremony and other cultures.

Xia Lingyue squatted next to a pile of pottery, touched this, knocked that, and when Xia Ye said that, she immediately cried out.

"Such a great clay pot, but it's still a failure?"

"Not beautiful enough!"

Xia Ye explained.

"..."

The summer months are speechless, what is beauty?Can I eat it?I don't know why, but my younger brother's thoughts are always unconstrained and unconscionable sometimes!

"I just want to give a gift to archaeologists thousands of years from now!"

Xia Ye shrugged his shoulders. He had already buried a dozen or so well-made clay pots in the depths of the cave. The Yin Scripture is too long to remember, so he will engrave it!

Xia Lingyue didn't ask what an archaeologist is, anyway, some inexplicable words often popped out of his brother's mouth.

"Let's go, I'll make you a delicacy today!"

Xia Ye went to the storage cave, carried a bag of wheat out, and entered the workshop.

"Can barley porridge be called food?"

Summer Moon is puzzled.

Due to the fault of civilization, people in this post-lithic age do not understand the method of shelling wheat sorghum, and the cooking method is basically steaming and stewing, so the taste of the rice can be imagined.

"This time it's my turn to create a mysterious tool!"

Xia Ye sold a trick.

Chapter 6 Food on the tip of the tongue