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After eating half of the meal and almost drinking the wine, Song Hongguo went to the kitchen to cook noodles. The hand-rolled noodles cooked in big bone soup, the soup base was milky white, and the noodles were smooth and chewy. The values ​​are all there.

While she was serving the noodles, Huo Minglou walked in, taking advantage of the time while serving the bowl, the two of them were finally able to talk a few words alone.

"Today has made you tired..." It must be very hard to cook so many dishes, and they are all hard dishes.

Seeing the distress in his eyes, Song Hongguo felt the sweetness of sweetness, no matter how hard he worked, with these words, everything would be smoothed out, "I'm fine, as long as you like to eat."

Huo Minglou said softly, "I like it very much, thank you, but I will not cook so many dishes in the future..."

He was reluctant.

Song Hongguo understood the unfinished words in his eyes, and her heart warmed up, but she couldn't help joking, "So you don't want to eat my cooking anymore?"

Huo Minglou paused, and said honestly, "I want to eat, but I don't want you to suffer."

Song Hongguo raised her eyebrows, "So?"

Huo Minglou said seriously, "I'll help you in the future. I'm not good at cooking now, but I can learn. Then we will work together, and you won't have to work so hard."

Song Hongguo said with a smile, "Okay, I'll make a note of it."

"Um……"

Seeing that his eyes became more and more fierce, Song Hongguo was not indifferent, she also wanted to get close to him, but this kitchen is semi-open, if there is something to do, it would be embarrassing to be seen.

So we can only be patient.

Huo Minglou also knew in his heart that he originally planned to say a few words of his own, but after being so close to her, some thoughts became uncontrollable. He wanted to hug her, really wanted to...

In the end, it was impossible to hold each other, but the two quietly held hands, which was considered comforting anyway.

The noodles were brought out, but the three children couldn't eat any more, and Song Hongguo didn't dare to ask them to eat any more. The stomachs of the little guys stood up, as if they were holding a small watermelon, and they looked at the snow-white noodles all over the garden. Feeling helpless, "I didn't expect that there would be a day when I couldn't eat noodles. Who would believe it..."

Zhao Zhenhua told him, "You can't say that when you go back, especially your cousins."

The garden was full of little ghosts, "Don't worry, Dad, I'm not stupid, I won't tell anyone in my family."

Sometimes he likes to show off, but there are some things that can't be shown off, which will make people jealous.

After the meal, almost all the plates on the table were empty, and the operation of what is called a CD was perfectly practiced.

Ling Zhi took his younger brother to clean up, and Song Hongguo invited them into the main room of the main house.

At this moment, it was already dark, and there was a kerosene lamp with a cover hanging in the yard. The scenery was hazy, adding a bit of mysterious beauty.

Candles were lit in the main room, and the light became much brighter.

He hadn't visited before, so when he walked in, Song Hongbing couldn't help admiring at first, sitting on the sofa, rubbing the soft cushions, looking at the flowers and plants on the opposite shelf, and said with emotion, "Your house The cleaning here is too particular, not much worse than that..."

Anyway, he has never seen a few more neat and comfortable looking than this one.

Of course Song Hongguo had to be self-effacing, "It's just ignorance."

Song Hongbing shook his head and sighed, "It's always like this. If you are serious, will you still give people a way to survive?"

Song Hongguo smiled and said, "How can you be so exaggerated?"

Song Hongbing said sincerely, "Trust me, don't talk about our factory anymore. Even the imperial capital, there are not many houses that clean up like this. I'm really sour. If you don't believe me, you can ask Minglou."

Huo Minglou was looking at the stove, when he heard this, he said "Mmm" without looking back.

Seeing this, Song Hongguo asked him, "Are you interested in this stove?"

Huo Minglou looked at her and didn't hide from her, "This stove is very ingeniously designed. It can not only cook food, but also burn a kang, and it's also beautiful. It also smells like a western-style fireplace. This small iron door When you open it, you can fill it with firewood for heating. This place has a good reference, and I look at the blue bricks that have been dismantled from an ancient building. The person who turned the stove at that time was a visionary and also had some skills."

After Song Hongguo heard it, she thought to herself, it was exactly the same as her thought at that time.

As expected of her boyfriend.

Song Hongbing murmured, "Just one stove, so many ways?"

Zhao Zhenhua recalled somewhat, "Uncle Cheng is indeed a capable person..."

To be precise, he is a person with a story in him, with vicissitudes on his face, and his eyes are hard to see through, but he is very open-minded in his behavior and actions. Otherwise, he would not have asked his father to rush to get acquainted. Did not live long.

Huo Minglou had other guesses in his mind, but he didn't have much to say at the moment. After seeing the stove, he began to look at the stone-carved basin again.

This was carved by Zhao Zhenhua, and Song Hongguo gave money and blueprints. He carved it very finely, so the finished product is naturally more delicate. In addition, there are water lilies planted inside and a few small fish swimming around. Immediately, it became more elegant and interesting, and suddenly became taller.

At this time, Han Ying came out of the master bedroom in the inner room, envious without concealment, "I want to live with you and I won't leave."

Song Hongguo said, "Okay, you can stay tonight, we just have a long talk."

Han Ying smiled wryly, "I slept with my grandfather recently, but I told him that I would go back later, but if I don't come back at night, he will definitely not be happy, forget it, next time."

Zhao Zhenhua invited a few people to drink tea, the tea was barley tea, which was just right to relieve the boredom, and there were some melon seeds and snacks on the tea table, but no one was eating them now.

It's not that the mouth doesn't want to, it's that the stomach can't do it.

The adults drank tea and chatted in the main room, and the three children went into the second bedroom to play. Until nine o'clock, Huo Minglou proposed to leave. He didn't want to leave, but he wanted her to rest earlier.

Song Hongguo prepared a return gift for all three of them, which was wrapped in a greased paper bag, and it was heavy in his hand, weighing about two to three catties.

Together with her, Zhao Zhenhua sent the three of them to the foot of the mountain, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then watched them leave by bicycle.

The three of them had already made preparations, and with flashlights on, they were not afraid that they would not be able to see the road clearly in the dark.

After the people left, Zhao Zhenhua also took Manyuan home, and Song Hongguo also packed a gift for him, including soda from Song Hongbing, biscuits and candies from Han Ying, and Huo Minglou. On that rib, she also chopped it into three parts and wrapped a piece for him.

Zhao Zhenhua refused to take it desperately, and after arguing with her for a while, he finally accepted it. The next day, he sent her a rabbit, which he said was caught from the mountain.

Looking at the white and fat rabbit that was fed with the food of later generations, what can Song Hongguo say?He happily took it back.

She packed up another copy and sent it to Zhao Yulian's house before going to work. Only by being impartial can harmony be maintained.