Heroine: The beginning starts with gambling on the wife with two hundred kilograms of rubbish

Picking up another one and putting it into Shi Yan's bowl, Qiao Jinshu looked at it, his eyes gradually becoming pitiful.

"My wife, I, I haven't received my share yet."

Qiao Jinshu grabbed Song Tingran's clothes under the table, his voice was low and he was looking forward to it. He originally loved eating all kinds of cakes, but now he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to get the last piece.

"Oh, yes, yes, there is you, hurry up and eat." Song Tingran looked at the subtle changes in Qiao Jinshu's expression and continued: "Hey, the snow is falling, and I don't know when it will stop. Chicken rack or mutton soup, which one is better?”

Qiao Jinshu swallowed the cake in his mouth, grabbed Song Tingran's sleeve, and said in surprise: "Tonight we will eat chicken rack, and tomorrow we will drink mutton soup. If it snows very hard, I won't go to the book school." hey-hey."

"Ah! Qiao Jinshu! Your hands are all oily, and my clothes are dirty."

Song Tingran popped open almost instantly, but the plain white sleeves were still stained with oil, the oil from the cabbage and shrimp cakes.

"My wife, I didn't mean it. I forgot. Then, take it off quickly and I'll wash it for you."

"No, just eat your bread. You're not good at washing clothes, so just eat your bread."

Qiao Jinshu looked at the obvious oil spots on his sleeves. It was because his brain had short-circuited just now. He only remembered the chicken rack and mutton soup, forgetting that his hands were still dirty.

He wiped it with a handkerchief, but it still didn't work. The oil stain had to be washed away with soap locust.

Simply, he couldn't use his hands, so he used his body to gently lean on Song Tingran, "My wife, don't be like me, how about I give you a massage to apologize."

Song Tingran put her hands on her hips and remembered what happened before, "I remember how many massages you still owe me, and you haven't paid them back yet."

"Um? Really? No, I'm a person who doesn't owe debts."

Qiao Jinshu ran out quickly and went straight to the bathroom. The oil stains had been stained for a long time and needed to be washed. Shi Yan was full and asked the others to continue eating. He accompanied Song Tingran back to the room to change clothes.

Zaizai's table has always been just for watching the excitement, not delaying the meal at all, and the noisy family has long been classified as a daily routine.

Shi Le'an: "You don't talk when you eat, you don't talk when you sleep, you don't understand."

Song Leyu: "This is what my mother calls love. You understand, being with the person you like is like this."

Song Qingyi: "Can love be eaten or drunk? What kind of thing is it? Is it delicious with this kind of food?"

Song Chuan: "It's sweet. I think my mother and father are sweet."

Song Qingyi was thoughtful.

The Zaizai were still discussing when Qiao Jinshu came back. Seeing that Song Tingran and Shi Yan were not there, he secretly sat down and continued eating.

After a while, Song Tingran and Shi Yan came back. After all the hard work, she felt full. She drank two mouthfuls of soup at the end.

"My dear wife, this dress of yours looks so good! It looks much better than the one just now. Well, I'm not saying that the one just now didn't look good, but this one is even prettier."

It was considered incoherent with some sense in it. Song Tingran touched his head and felt a furry feeling.

"Okay, I'll cook everything for you." Shunmao stroked her hand.

"Yeah, I know that my wife is the best, the best person in the world!"

"That's natural. I can't guarantee anything else. If our family has enough food, warm clothes, and no worries, I can still do it."

After the meal, Sang Cheng brought some cut fruits, some of which were his own, and some of which were sent by Zhou Village Chief’s family, all cut together.

Song Qingyi picked up a piece of apple, took a bite, frowned and said, "There is no love in this apple."

Shi Le'an was stunned, then took a bite of the apple in his hand and said, "It's true not."

The snow stopped, and Shi Yan checked the thickness. It was OK and walking was not difficult.

"Brother, it's winter now, can we have a rest in our school?"

"You, you, you just want to rest. It's still early. Let's wait until the Chinese New Year is approaching. It would be nice to have a few more classes."

"But classes were suspended around the beginning of the year last year." Qiao Jinshu argued.

"That's because there was a blizzard last year and it was difficult for us to go out. What's more, there are students from other villages. How can they come?"

Qiao Jinshu stopped talking and went to the bathroom, preparing to wash clothes with Sang Cheng.

"Stop, where are you going?" Shi Yan called Qiao Jinshu.

"Big brother, I have soiled my wife's clothes. I can't ask my fourth brother to wash it alone. I'll go and help."

Shi Yan approached, grabbed the collar of his neck and walked out the door. As he walked, he shouted: "An'an, Xiaoyu, Yueyue... let's go to the school."

"Big brother, brother, brother...I'll go by myself..."

Song Tingran poked his head out of the bathroom. The house had been quiet for a while, and the little oil stain had been cleaned up.

"My wife, it just won't snow anymore. Let's hang it up."

"Okay, I'll go with you."

"It's just this one, my wife. Soon, you are willing to dry the clothes with me. I feel so happy with these clothes."

Sang Cheng was holding a basin in his hand, with the clothes inside. While he was talking, he deliberately looked into the basin.

Song Tingran held his shoulders and said, "Then I am envious of you for this piece of clothing, right now."

The two of them walked to the outer courtyard. Sang Cheng put down the basin, first cleared the snow on the clothesline, and then began to shake off his clothes, with a sweet look on his face.

"My wife, to be honest, I really envy this piece of clothing. She can stick to you so close. Wherever you go, it will be there. This hanging clothes is just a short separation. Even this separation is... In the courtyard, you can see and hear sounds.”

Song Tingran knocked Sang Cheng on the head and hung the clothes on it to dry with him, making it very smooth.

In fact, washing clothes this winter is effortless as long as you have hot water boiled. Sometimes, the drying speed is faster than in autumn.

Wring out the clothes as much as possible and hang them outside. If the weather is cold, they will freeze and solidify. This "freeze-drying" process can be referred to the condensation phenomenon. In fact, it is already 80% dry. Then take it back to a warm room with a fire wall, and it will soon be done. It will dry everything out, and it can also humidify the air in the room, getting the best of both worlds.

"Then you can always stick to me. Wherever I go, you go. And we can communicate. Clothes are not allowed, unless..."

"Unless what?" Sang Cheng was already very close. There was almost only a millimeter of distance between the two, which was negligible.

"Unless the clothes become a spirit, turning into a handsome young man with eight-pack abs, a gentle man who reads poetry, has love, and is rich in wealth."

Sang Cheng was teased and stomped his feet slightly. No, no, no, no, no, was written all over his body. He turned his head and glanced at the plain white clothes again. If he had known better, he would not have washed them so cleanly, so that he could become a human. His skin is whiter than snow.