Traveling through books: Traveling through time with a golden finger to become a soft rice man

Yang Yuanzu nodded with a naive smile. Lin Ting'an looked helplessly at his stupid husband, and finally followed Yang Yuanzu into the dog hole.

After entering the academy from the dog hole, Yang Yuanzu gathered the surrounding weeds and covered the dog hole so that no one could see it. Then the loyal dog smiled at Lin Ting'an and said, "Let's go."

Yang Yuanzu took Lin Ting'an to his dormitory under the cover of night. Suning was startled when he suddenly saw Lin Ting'an. The bowl he was holding in his hand almost dropped to the ground in shock, and he hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, husband?" Came suddenly?"

Lin Ting'an glanced over, and Suning quickly realized that he had said the wrong thing. He had been following Yang Yuanzu so casually recently that he had lost some rules in his speech, and he quickly bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

"Go and cook the noodles, put in two more eggs and vegetables!" Yang Yuanzu ordered from the side.

After receiving the order, Suning quickly ran to the courtyard to cook noodles. The stove in the courtyard was now burning brightly and the water was boiling.

Feng Qingyang, who was next door, heard the commotion and came out of the dormitory on the other side. He found that Yang Yuanzu had brought back a stranger. Yang Yuanzu pulled Feng Qingyang aside and explained that this was someone from his family, and promised that his family would not disturb him. The wind is clear.

Yang Yuanzu usually doesn't disturb others. Sometimes he will go out and find someone to work on when making noises.

So Feng Qingyang believed Yang Yuanzu's words and didn't mind the extra people.

Although their dormitories are connected, there is a main room in the middle, which is equivalent to two independent small bedrooms. Generally, as long as they don't make any noise, they won't disturb each other.

It's just that Feng Qingyang was curious about how Yang Yuanzu brought people in. They didn't care about anything else in the academy, but they were very strict about the gate.

Upon seeing this, Yang Yuanzu revealed his secret passage to Feng Qingyang, and said that Brother Feng could use this passage if he had to go out in an emergency. Feng Qingyang imagined the scene of himself getting into a dog hole, which was simply unacceptable.

Feng Qingyang grew up under strict rules and regulations in his family. Gentleman's etiquette and other etiquette were already engraved in his bones, so naturally he would not think about such things as digging into a dog hole.

Feng Qingyang and Lin Ting'an met and briefly said hello before returning to their dormitories.

Suning walked in with two bowls of noodles. Each bowl contained two poached eggs and a few vegetable leaves.

Lin Ting'an looked at the noodles in the bowl and frowned. He didn't like eating this bowl of noodles that looked so good.

The noodle soup is not specially made from bone soup or old duck soup, and the poached eggs are not fried in oil, but hard-boiled eggs that are broken directly into the pot.

Boiled poached eggs with noodles tasted too choking. Lin Ting'an pursed her lips, hesitated to move her chopsticks, and refused: "I'm not hungry yet, so I don't want to eat."

They all slept under the same quilt. How could Yang Yuanzu not know what his wife was thinking, so he coaxed Lin Ting'an to eat a little.

Lin Ting'an ate a third of it for the face person, and Suning took the rest to feed the rhubarb in the academy.

Not long after the meal, Lin Ting'an was eating the pastries and snacks collected by Yang Yuanzu while reviewing Suning's recent work.

He called Suning aside and asked him how he had taken care of Yang Yuanzu these days, which frightened Suning's little heart. He quickly recalled whether he had neglected to take care of him in any way.

Suning recounted everything that happened in the academy in detail.

Yang Yuanzu usually stayed at home and rarely went out, and rarely went to classmates' gatherings. Lin Ting'an asked Suning to step aside after hearing this. He was a housekeeper and had a good sense of style.

In the evening, Yang Yuanzu and Lin Ting'an took a couple's bath, a simple one. After all, Feng Qingyang lived next door.

After Yang Yuanzu took a bath, he went to the courtyard to get some air and calm down...

Lin Ting'an was sitting in front of Yang Yuanzu's favorite desk. The table was filled with things that Yang Yuanzu had been tinkering with recently and test papers.

The table was cluttered and there was no free space.

Yang Yuanzu rarely let Suning come to his study. He had his own usage habits. Suning packed these things neatly, but he had trouble using them.

Lin Ting'an took the star-shaped gems on the table and looked at them carefully. The beads that everyone usually wears are usually round. This kind of star shape is rare.

Yang Yuanzu stayed in the courtyard for a while. When he came in, he saw Lin Ting'an playing with a gun. He was so frightened that he hurried forward and said, "You can't play with this for now." After saying that, he put the pistol back under the desk. The gun was still half-finished. Yang Yuanzu was worried that Lin Ting'an would damage it by pulling it back and forth.

Yang Yuanzu saw that Lin Ting'an had already put on the star gem bracelet he was going to give to him on his wrist, and asked him: "Does it look good?"

Lin Ting'an lay in Yang Yuanzu's arms as usual. Yang Yuanzu straightened him up and wiped Lin Ting'an's hair with a dry towel.

Lin Ting'an asked: "Did you do it yourself?"

Yang Yuanzu raised his eyebrows and asked, "How do you know?"

"There." Yang Yuanzu looked in the direction pointed by Lin Ting'an. He hadn't had time to collect some scraps of gemstones. He planned to use these scraps to make other things.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Yang Yuanzu stood up and took a small cyan porcelain bottle from the bookshelf. When he opened it, he found a light yellow paste with a faint fragrance.

Yang Yuanzu smeared the hand cream on Lin Ting'an's hands, rubbed it gently, pushed it away and patted it.

Earlier, their family had financial difficulties, so they had to do everything at Baiwei Tan by themselves.

Especially in winter, cooking and eating hurts the hands, so Lin Ting'an's hands are a little rough now.

Although Lin Ting'an doesn't know how to cook, he still has to do all the kitchen chores.

Catching fish, removing fish scales, applying the marinade prepared by Yang Huahua on the fish, carrying firewood, lighting fires, washing dishes, etc. Lin Ting'an has done these chores before.

When Yang Yuanzu was at home, he saw Lin Ting'an soaking his hands in rice water for maintenance, and then he came up with the idea of ​​making hand cream.

Since his family made money and could afford to hire workers and servants, Lin Ting'an rarely does chores by himself. After a period of recuperation, his hands have improved a lot and are no longer as rough as before, but they are still not as good as before. The fair and tender skin she had when she was in the Lin family.

Lin Ting'an loves to do needlework, and thick hands will affect his performance.

"What is this? Did you do it too?" Lin Ting'an picked up the hand cream and looked at it carefully and smelled it.

Yang Yuanzu nodded and said: "This is rose essential oil hand cream."

When Yang Yuanzu told Lin Ting'an, he basically understood that floral essential oils were no stranger to him, because floral handmade soaps also contain floral essential oils.

Ting'an has never seen a rose forest but has heard of it. Most of the roses he usually sees are roses and roses that are similar to roses. And it is said that these three types of flowers are so similar that ordinary people can't tell them apart.

"Rose..." As soon as Lin Ting'an spoke, Yang Yuanzu took out a flower specimen booklet from the bottom of a stack of books. He turned to the page of roses and showed it to Lin Ting'an. The paper in the book was blank, only the corners of the page were used. The name of the flower is written in small letters.

Yang Yuanzu showed it: "This is the rose. I originally wanted to give you this brochure as a surprise when I return to Shunxing County."

Several surprises he prepared were harvested in advance by Lin Ting'an who suddenly arrived.

"But the specimens inside are not completely dry yet. There are also some flower specimens that I have buried in other stacks of books. Wait a minute and I will find them for you to see..."

Before Yang Yuanzu could finish speaking, Lin Ting'an wrapped his arms around Yang Yuanzu's neck and kissed him.

Like a charming and haunting little fairy, she exhaled like a orchid: "Husband..."

The hearts of the two of them were beating loudly. Yang Yuanzu said, "No, there is a sound."

"You have sealed the study with a blue brick quilt, where is the sound coming from?"

In order to do experiments and crafts in the study, Yang Yuanzu made good sound insulation and firmly adhered to the principle of not disturbing others with noise.

"I'm not sure, there are windows here."

There was a small breathable window in the study, and drizzle began to fall outside the window. A few strong winds blew by, and the drizzle turned into heavy rain.

After the heavy rain, Yang Yuanzu brought hot water to Lin Ting'an to scrub him. After cleaning up, he put on his pajamas and went to bed. Yang Yuanzu's pajamas looked like a sack on Lin Ting'an. Yang Yuanzu carefully rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs. .