The young commander's little petite girl got mad at 70

Meng Wantang turned around, met Lu Qingye's scrutinizing gaze, and said without any guilt: "What are you looking at? Why don't you go home and go home later?"

"done."

"..."

This is awkward.

"Oh, then you feed the child some porridge, and we will go back after eating." If it hadn't been for the meal, Meng Wantang would have run out of energy by now.

She sat on the chair and directed Lu Qingye to work.

Goudan drank half a tank of brown sugar water, saw that there was still egg jam in the lunch box, and looked at Meng Wantang suspiciously.

"Eat."

Lu Qingye spoke, and the father and son looked at each other and began to eat. Lu Qingye's movements in feeding the child were quite clumsy, so he took the eggs and ate them himself.

In less than 5 minutes, the bowl of porridge was finished.

Goudan's face looked better.

Meng Wantang took the lunch box and went out to wash it, so that the child would not be embarrassed to get dressed.

When she came back, Goudan was wearing new clothes, like a young actor in the kindergarten who was about to participate in a performance. At a young age, he had an extraordinary heroic spirit between his eyebrows.

How could such a righteous kid end up in jail and eventually be shot?

It can only be said that genius and madness are just a matter of thought.

Everything was packed away by Lu Qingye.

She also put the lunch box into the cloth bag and said to Lu Qingye: "You carry the child, let's go back quickly. Is Gou Sheng still not asleep?"

"Didn't sleep."

When Lu Qingye returned, the boy was sitting next to him, touching the little fat man's forehead from time to time.

Even if his brother is not around, Gou Sheng can still be a responsible and good brother.

"Then let's go."

Meng Wantang held a flashlight and illuminated the scene for the two of them.

In about seven or eight minutes, they arrived home.

As soon as Meng Wantang opened the door and walked in, she saw the lights in the room turned on.

After entering the house, Gou Sheng was still asleep. He immediately sat up when he saw Gou Dan.

"Brother, are you feeling better? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Goudan shook his head: "I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."

"Okay, let's lie down and go to sleep."

You won’t feel tired even after working on it all night.

The two children were very obedient. When Meng Wantang opened his mouth, they lay down and went to sleep.

Meng Wantang touched Xiaopang's forehead again and found that it was no longer so hot, so he went to get some hot water to take a shower.

Rural areas are different from urban areas.

There is no bathroom, let alone a daily shower. I don’t even want to burn firewood when cooking. If I want to heat up a meal, just add a handful of firewood and that’s it.

Meng Wantang's hot water was also added later when he boiled water for Fatty to take a bath.

Fortunately the water wasn't cold.

She made do, took a bath in the outer room, and was about to pour the bath water, but Lu Qingye came out and planned to pour the water.

"No, your hand is still injured, I can do it myself." Meng Wantang stopped him quickly, adding that this was her bath water, and he should go and figure out what was going on.

"One hand is fine. Besides, this hand is almost healed. It's fine."

"Something happened."

Meng Wantang refused to let him help.

I poured the water from the big basin into the small basin and poured the water into the yard several times.

"If you want to wash it, there's hot water in the pot."

Meng Wantang entered the house and the children were asleep. She also lay down and turned off the light in the back room.

The sound of water came from the yard, one after another, and a picture of bathing under the moon appeared in her mind.

Exciting to think about.

She fell asleep listening to the sound of water.

When she noticed someone grabbing her ankle, she opened her eyes in fright, and her drowsiness disappeared instantly.

"What are you doing?"

Meng Wantang's words were filled with anger, and she avoided his hand and sat up.

"You don't work often. If you don't rub your arms and thighs, you won't be able to walk tomorrow." Lu Qingye held the potion in his hand. When the lid was opened, the smell was quite strong.

"I will do it myself."

Meng Wantang reached out to get the potion, "You are too slow. You need to rub the potion. You can't do it yourself."

Lu Qingye held her ankle again, and his palm was hot. Meng Wantang bit her lower lip, using great self-control to prevent her from making a sound.

What's going on with this body?

Why did Lu Qingye seem to be on fire when he touched it?

He didn't have much strength. It could be said that the massage was very comfortable, but it was so comfortable that it made Meng Wantang want to escape but also enjoy it.

There was a hint of spring in her eyes, her cheeks were red, and her expression was a little confused.

"I'll rub your arms, too." He held her wrist, and Meng Wantang seemed to wake up, uncomfortably trying to pull it back.

He said in a deep voice: "Don't move."

Meng Wantang endured it for a while and whispered: "Okay, you can go to sleep."

"hold on."

His tone is serious.

Meng Wantang felt that she was thinking wrongly, and she wanted to slap herself twice to wake herself up.

She felt that it was not her fault at all.

If it were Huo Dongsheng and Chen Jiaojiao, they would probably have hit home runs long ago.

How can a female partner like her, who has never eaten meat for ten thousand years, not be able to eat it even if she has the best food by her side.

Ugh!

People are more popular than dead people.

The female supporting character’s life is also life!

Meng Wantang fell asleep in a daze. It wasn't that she was unsatisfied, but that Lu Qingye's craftsmanship was good.

The next morning, Meng Wantang opened her eyes and smelled the aroma of porridge. She felt dizzy and confused.

It took her a while to realize that she had traveled through time.

This was flower country in the 70s.

Meng Wantang glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 07:30 in the morning. All three children were gone, and she was the only one sleeping in the house.

She sat up and stared blankly out the window. Lu Qingye was leading the three children to plant vegetables.

After a few minutes, Meng Wantang woke up, changed her clothes, washed her face, combed her hair, and went outside. First touch Xiaopang’s forehead, then touch Goudan’s head.

It's good. The two children are in good physical condition and they don't have any fever.

"What is this grown for?" Meng Wantang asked proactively.

Lu Qingye said: "The land in front is planted with Chinese cabbage, and the land over here is planted with radish."

"Why are you working before your hands are healed?" Meng Wantang walked over to help naturally, "How do you grow this cabbage?"

"that's it."

Lu Qingye was slightly startled, not expecting that she would come to help. Considering that her reaction yesterday was also abnormal, it didn't seem very surprising that she came to help today.

He gave a demonstration and Meng Wantang learned it.

Two people work faster than one person.

In just one hour, all the cabbages were planted.

"The porridge should be cooked, let's eat first."

There are still pancakes baked yesterday, and a pot of sticky porridge, with pickles and egg sauce. The three children were very full, but Lu Qingye ate half a bowl of porridge by himself and not enough cake.

Meng Wantang knew that he didn't have enough to eat when he looked like that.

"There are noodles at home, why don't you cook noodles for breakfast?" Meng Wantang met someone's eyes and asked with a frown, "What? What did I say wrong?"

When Gou Sheng was full, he wiped his mouth and said loudly to the side: "Mom, have you forgotten? Last time my dad got up in the morning and cooked noodles, you scolded me for half a month!"