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There was another thunderstorm in the sky, and the thin raindrops fell with the unfinished snowflakes at the end of winter, adding some background to the monotonous air.

Ruhua stretched out her hand quietly, letting snow and raindrops fall on her fingertips: "It's raining, why don't you come in and have a seat?"

As soon as she said it, Ruhua regretted it, and thought that with the temperament of that brown sugar, even if she didn't say it, the other party might think of a way to stay.

As expected, when he looked back, the brown sugar was already waiting at the door with a smile on his old face.

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The wooden house is the same as before, except that the house is a little newer, and the interior furnishings are exactly the same as the wooden house at the small ferry.The only change is that there is no tea fragrance in the house, replaced by a faint smell of flour and white everywhere.

On the wooden table by the window sill, the rolling pin has been rinsed clean, and there is no flour on it.

Li Quan frowned slightly: "Ruhua, now you don't have to avoid me, don't you have to leave?"

Ruhua didn't answer, she quietly threw the bundle on the bed, opened the dusty clay pot, took out a handful of flour and sprinkled it on the table.

Seeing Ruhua's movements, Li Quan's hanging heart was relaxed.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard a "cuckoo" in my stomach...

"You!" Ru Hua snickered.

Li Quan said with a straight face: "You also said that you just wanted to eat bowl noodles, but you didn't sell them. What should we do now? Will our boss Ruhua be willing to cook bowl noodles for us to fill our stomachs?"

Ru Hua was in a dilemma: "You saw it too, I didn't make any noodles yet, where did the noodles come from?"

"Now make peace. I'll just wait."

Ru Hua hesitated for a moment: "Okay, but we are in a hurry, and there is no time to wake up the noodles. Don't blame me for the bad taste."

Ruhua moved out the guy, put on the apron, and started to make face to face.

No preparations were done, and it took a lot of time from kneading noodles to cutting noodles to cooking noodles.Li Quan's stomach was already so hungry that his chest was pressed against his back, and a bowl of noodles was served. Before Ruhua had time to serve the soup, Li Quan snatched her away and ate it up.

"Ruhua, you are really capable. Not only can you dry tea leaves, but you can also roll and cut noodles. I wish I could marry you home." Li Quan patted his belly with satisfaction, and handed the bowl to Ruhua, "One more time bowl."

"You're going to talk nonsense again, aren't you?" Ruhua glared at Li Quan, didn't say anything, took the bowl and went to cook the noodles again.

With a face full of three bowls, Li Quan was finally full, patted his stomach and smiled, "Boss Ruhua, how much are three bowls of noodles?"

Ru Hua rolled her eyes: "Ten taels! I want cash, whole silver!"

"What? So expensive? Did you add dragon meat to this side?"

"I added my sincerity!" A sentence blurted out, and Ru Huaqiao's face instantly turned red.

"It turned out to be sincere." Li Quan took out a silver ingot from his pocket with a smirk, "Then it's worth ten taels."

An ingot of ten taels of silver was placed on the table between the two of them.

For a moment, both of them seemed to have returned to that small ferry, that small tea stall.

It was because of this silver ingot that the two men became attached.Seeing the silver ingot in front of her now, I can't help but sigh that time flies, half a year has passed in a blink of an eye, and more importantly, the relationship between the two of them is only vague and inseparable...

Ruhua looked in a trance.

Looking back at that time, I was still guarding the ferry every day, watching the river, the rising sun, and the distance.I don't know when, I have forgotten the daily guard at the ferry, but what I think about in my heart is this person who made me panic and let me escape.

"Put away your stinky money!"

Ruhua threw the silver ingot back into Li Quan's arms and said angrily.

The scene of deja vu also brought back fond memories of Li Quan.

Memories are beautiful, especially between men and women who are in love with each other, a little memory will become a deep affection.

Ruhua's simplicity, naturalness and unpretentiousness is what attracts Li Quan. It is this reproachful and bold action, without the shyness of a little woman, that makes Li Quan's heart beat faster, and he grabs the opponent's small hand uncontrollably and pulls him into his arms middle.

Deep in the bad eyes is watery tenderness.

"Do you remember that it was like this when we first met? That time it also hit my chest, and that time it hurt my chest so much."

"You let me go."

Li Quan ignored: "Ask if you remember?"

Ruhua was helpless, looking at the other party with pleading eyes: "Remember."

"Our Boss Ruhua didn't seem to use much force this time? Did he become gentle or was he reluctant to hurt me?"

"You, you, you...don't talk nonsense." Ruhua's voice was weak, and her heart was about to jump out, because she could feel the deep meaning in those eyes.

This feeling fascinated Ruhua, and at the same time made her afraid, afraid that her persistence and original intention over the years would be changed because of this man.

"If you say any more, I'll leave."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk. Can you teach me how to make noodles?" Seeing that it was almost done, Li Quan let go.

Ru Hua wondered: "What do you, a big man, learn to make noodles?"

"What can't we learn? It's windy and windy outside. If we don't learn how to make noodles in this room, why don't we continue to reminisce about the past?"

Ruhua was startled, she didn't want to fall into the situation just now, so she quickly agreed:

"Fine, fine, I will teach."

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The sleet outside the house did not last long, and the snowflakes were still in the air, and they turned into dew in the spring breeze and became one of the thousands of raindrops.

The pattering rain is chaotic, whether it is spring rain or winter water, there is a trace of vitality in the cold, and it wets the small flag with the word "face" outside the wooden house.The hoarded rain and dew collected, dripped along the eaves, and fell on the open windows into flowers.

Through the rain-soaked window sill, the men and women in the house are staring intently at the flour piled on the table like a fire.

Li Quan was trembling nervously holding the ladle full of water: "Add water to the pit?"

Ruhua, who was so concentrated, didn't notice that the tip of her nose was covered with flour, so she answered seriously:

"Well, add a little bit, add as you go and... oops! Why do you add so much at once?"

"I, I, I... my hands are shaking!"

"Hurry up and don't add it yet."