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"There are too many cakes at home." Meng Wantang was worried. She raised her eyes to meet Lu Qingye's deep eyes and suddenly remembered something, "Oops, my shells!!!"

So many seafood are still in the pot! Don’t overcook it, otherwise it won’t taste good!

"Didn't you say you'd put it out as soon as the pot was boiled? I poured it all out and put it in a big basin." Lu Qingye walked over in a funny way, pulled her up, and helped her carry the things into the house.

"Why do you think they are so well-informed? I just came back and came here to see a doctor." Meng Wantang whispered to Lu Qingye, "Lesbians have only a few diseases. Some people have not done a good job in confinement. Find out the root of the disease. This kind of disease is difficult to treat and is very stubborn. You can only treat it slowly, otherwise you will suffer from old age."

"You seem to be very good at conditioning people's bodies."

Lu Qingye thought that when he was injured and couldn't move, Meng Wantang would secretly drink soup for him.

I have to say that the decoction is not delicious, but it is true that the medicine cures the disease.

"I regret that I shouldn't have nursed you back to health in the first place." The brainwaves of the two collided magically and then separated quickly.

She knew that Lu Qingye had a serious health problem, and she had been secretly recuperating his health this year.

The best conditioning is food supplements.

Every morning, she would stew something for Lu Qingye alone, with Chinese herbal medicine in it. One year, although Lu Qingye could not be reborn, it also improved his physique, making him no longer look strong on the outside but capable on the inside.

After the two of them entered the house, Meng Wantang poked his hard chest: "It's hard for me to get your body back, so you have to be more restrained in the future. Men who are restrained are the most attractive."

Lu Qingye raised his eyebrows, hearing the meaning of her words, and put his arms around her slender waist: "Don't you like it too?"

"I do not like!"

Meng Wantang turned and shook her head. The man's arms were as strong as iron, and she couldn't move them at all.

"Duplicity."

Lu Qingye's deep voice became muffled, and he kissed her without finishing the last word. He knew her so well that with a casual kiss, she was as soft as water.

Meng Wantang felt that she was finished.

This man is very capable.

Seeing that she was about to sink with him, Meng Wantang suddenly pushed him away: "My dad will come over for dinner soon."

She didn't even finish cooking before going to see the patients.

Lu Qingye was pushed away unprepared, leaning on the table, looking down at her, his deep eyes filled with affection for her, as if a deep pool that could not be opened could drown her.

Inexplicably, a little scared.

Meng Wantang turned around and took a step back, turning around uncomfortably: "You look like you want to eat me."

Lu Qingye stepped forward from behind, hugged her, and said in a hoarse voice full of danger: "It's not like I mean it, I really mean it."

Meng Wantang was no longer afraid at once.

She said angrily: "You eat, and when my dad comes over for dinner, you will be so presumptuous."

With the low laughter in his ears and the vibration in his chest, Meng Wantang felt the charm that belonged exclusively to Lu Qingye. She softened her body and leaned into his arms: "I really want to stay like this for the rest of my life."

"Will do."

he whispered.

Meng Wantang enjoyed it for a while, then took off his hand and went to cook.

The meal in the evening was very simple.

Pancakes.

This time it’s spring pancakes.

Cut the cucumbers from the vegetable garden into strips and put them on the plate, fry a pot of shredded potatoes for later use, and finally wash a pot of lettuce and green onions.

The secret chili sauce she made was put on the table with seafood in the middle.

There are more spring cakes baked.

When those people in the backyard got off work and passed by the yard, they were surprised to see the food placed in the yard.

Lu Qingye greeted: "Mr. Chen, Lao Zhao, come over and have a meal before you leave."

You can't control it if you're full.

It’s okay to let everyone try it.

Those people are embarrassed.

This is fine grain and white flour. How can they have the nerve to eat other people's food for free?

Meng Wantang just came out of the house and greeted warmly: "Everyone, try it. This flour is ground from wheat grown by our family. Roll up your own pancakes before leaving."

The spring cakes she made were huge.

It's not made into a particularly thin piece, but rather similar to a single pancake. One piece is very big, not much smaller than a pancake.

The shredded potatoes were cut by Lu Qingye.

Meng Wantang was in charge of the speculation, so he wasn't too tired.

In this way, the big guy rolls the pancake by himself, and there is enough ingredients in it. Each one took burritos and sent the young ones to the canteen to get food.

I bought steamed buns from the canteen and put stir-fried vegetables on the table.

Everyone can eat whatever they want.

Originally, the big burrito was enough for those with big appetites but not enough for those with small appetites. Coupled with the food bought from the canteen, there is no difference.

Everyone was eating in the courtyard.

It was lively and the atmosphere was very different.

Meng Wantang sat on the small bench and said: "This is pretty good. If there is meat, grill some mutton skewers and it will be like camping outside. It feels really good."

In the north, there is no such thing as spring outing.

During the spring outing, I just looked at the flowers and went home quickly.

If you say, spread a piece of cloth on the grass and have a meal, then forget it. A strong wind blew, but no one ran away, no food was thrown, and it was full of sand.

I can't even open my eyes and dare not open my mouth, so how can I eat?

Lu Qingye lowered his eyes: "Do you want to eat mutton skewers?"

"It's just a feeling." Meng Wantang wanted to eat barbecue.

I also want to eat fried chicken.

She was just greedy.

"Brother and sister, I heard that you are also a doctor?" A gay man who looked a little older than Lu Qingye came over, squatted not far away and asked with a smile.

Meng Wantang knew this person.

This man is a scholar and educated man, and I heard he is quite capable. His surname is Chen, and his name is Chen Dongming. He is three or four years older than Lu Qingye, looks very fair, and has a very thin body.

Meng Wantang looked him up and down and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, your body is a little weak."

"Great!"

Chen Gong gave a thumbs up.

He admired Meng Wantang from the bottom of his heart: "I was born in the womb. My mother said that I can live this long because of her working in the cafeteria. Otherwise, I would definitely not be able to support myself."

Working in the cafeteria, I can more or less bring back some food for my children.

He is the youngest son in the family, with a dry body. He eats one egg a day, drinks milk powder, and eats milk tablets from the prairie. His mother would not eat any piece of meat that came into her mouth, so she hid it secretly and brought it back to him to eat.

Only by raising him with such care can he survive.

Meng Wantang finished the last bite of the burrito and said, "Wait for me. I'll wash my hands and come back for you."

"Okay, don't worry."

Chen Dongming said this, hurriedly stuffed the cake into his mouth, and smiled at Lu Qingye: "Lu Chu, you are a good wife!"

Lu Qingye's eyes were still so cold: "She is very good."

That arrogant tone is really enviable.