Madam escaped

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Sister Zhou smiled and sighed again and again, avenging her uncle and aunt: "I understand why your uncle and aunt are so happy when you go to college and leave home."

Qian Linglong shook the quilt neatly, unconvinced: "Who let them control me like that!"

After resting for a while, seeing that it was still early, Qian Linglong dragged sister Zhou up the mountain.

It was not a good time to pick bamboo shoots at that time, Qian Linglong just wanted to bring Sister Zhou to experience more life that she had never experienced before.Along the way, chatting while walking, Qian Linglong was able to make up a story even for a strange leaf that fell to the ground.

"Do you like fallen leaves?" She picked up a yellowed maple leaf like the palm of her hand and said with a smile: "When we were young, we couldn't recognize the types of trees. We all called them according to their shapes. Like the one in my hand, It’s called slap leaf. Wasn’t it popular for a while that the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon was popular, we would stick this on the back, and then other people would slap you at you, promise, slap, and a palm print appeared on the back, which is very interesting .Once I forgot to take it off, so I stuck it home like this. My mother wanted to help me take it off, but I still cried and refused to let it go. This is a prop for the game. If I take it off, how can I play it?” Junxiu’s face The book is full of the joy of memories, mixed with some childish shyness, walking beside Zhou Manting and talking slowly.

Zhou Manting also walked slowly, listening while trying to find the picture she described in the forest with mottled shadows of trees and leaves.Of course I can't find it, but I can feel her joy and endless nostalgia at that time.

"Although you are blaming your uncle and aunt for watching TV and not knowing how to cook, in fact, you were still happy and carefree at that time."

"Yeah, even if I don't want to grow up anymore, I still have to slowly get in touch with reality and enter the society." Qian Linglong glanced at the sky above her head sadly, then smiled back, "Fortunately, I met Sister Liu and I miss you. I feel good to have you with me."

☆、Chapter 32

Many times, Zhou Manting discovered Qian Linglong's avoidance of her boyfriend Lei Ming, whether it was her own initiative or her narration.For example, at this time, she was grateful for the company of herself and Sister Liu, but she still didn't mention the most important boyfriend who might accompany her for the rest of her life.

Is it because she doesn't want to talk more about her relationship, or like herself, the relationship between her and her boyfriend is not as good as everyone imagined?

Zhou Manting couldn't say anything, she could only look at it with a smile, and continued to climb up.

Halfway through the climb, Qian Linglong stopped her: "Come here, look."

When Zhou Manting came around, she pointed to the black tip less than 2 cm protruding from the ground and said with a smile: "We are lucky, now is not the best time to dig bamboo shoots, but we came across one. Hey, just wait, I'll dig it out for you."

Seeing her spitting into her palms and posing with her legs apart, Zhou Manting said worriedly, "Be careful!"

She burst into a bright smile, gave a reassuring look and said, "Okay!"

After a few strokes, she saw her swinging the small hoe a few times, pushing the loose soil to one side, then changing the angle and going down with the hoe again, and there was a [-] cm bamboo shoot that looked like a horn. it came out.

She picked it up and happily said like a child, "Okay, dinner is ready."

Zhou Manting took it curiously. It weighed about a kilogram. Like the pictures I usually see, half of it is wrapped in layers of dark blue bamboo leaves, and the bottom half is tender and juicy like bamboo knots.

"Quite good looking."

Qian Linglong listened to the comment she made after reading it for a long time, and said cheerfully: "You are stupid, can this be called good-looking? It is only good-looking after peeling off the old skin on it. Let me show you what Yangchun Baixue is."

Yangchun Baixue, in Zhou Manting's memory, is a famous dish made with bird's nest as the main ingredient.But right now, there is only this unremarkable bamboo shoot, and he waits like he is watching a good show.

Qian Linglong smiled, and peeled off the old leaves on the bamboo shoots a few times, revealing the clean white and tender body, then found some vines with small flowers to wrap around them, and finally a short and thick flower tree phoenix appeared.

She asked, "Like it?"

Of course Zhou Manting shook her head, and said, "If it's a sunny spring, the Empress Dowager Cixi will probably jump out of the coffin in anger."

Qian Linglong deliberately said with distaste: "Oh, how do you understand! These flowers and vines represent Yangchun, the spring under the sun; these white and tender bamboo shoots represent Baixue, the white food before the snow, together they are Yangchun Baixue. She doesn't have any imagination at all, so what's the matter with Cixi?"

Sister Zhou couldn't laugh or cry: "After Cixi escaped from Beijing and came back, the name of a dish that I personally ordered was Yangchun Baixue. Don't you know?"

"I also know that Yangchun Baixue refers to the music that was highly rated in ancient times." A certain little boy held a wooden fengzi in one hand, and led his sister Zhou down the mountain with the other hand. You can refer to beauties, the kind of women who are extremely white and beautiful. It is written in many romance novels that beauties are lying on the head of the bed, stripped clean, revealing a ketone body like spring snow..."

The nonsense that was quite standard before, but now she is getting more and more outrageous, and she recites a mess of romance, so that Sister Zhou threw her hand away and said: "You memorize it slowly, I will recite it." I'm leaving."

Seeing Sister Zhou walking forward with an embarrassing look, Qian Linglong followed slowly and joyfully, teasing Sister Zhou seemed to have become a very enjoyable thing.

Dinner is noodles in clear soup with bamboo shoots and black fungus. It is still light, but the taste is smooth, tender and fragrant. The simple ingredients give you a fairy-like enjoyment.In addition to the natural and pollution-free ingredients and mountain spring water, the more important thing is the little one who makes delicious food.

Looking at Qian Linglong still busy at the pool while holding a teacup, Sister Zhou said, "We are all full, what are you still busy with?"

"Wash the white fungus, soak the hair, and put it in the electric rice cooker when it's ready, and you'll have breakfast tomorrow morning."

Sister Zhou praised: "I really know how to arrange..."

A certain little one stopped and said: "Stop it, if you don't marry me, stop praising me."

"No way, praising you and marrying you are two different things. Why are they connected?" Sister Zhou walked to her side, raised her arm and put it on her shoulder, and said helplessly, "Do you hate marrying, or do you really want to marry me?" Want to marry me?"

The reason why she asks this question is because Qian Linglong deliberately asked her to marry her a few times today, and secondly, she has gradually noticed a trace of unusual feelings in her heart during the days with her, whether it is for her Qian Linglong, or Qian Linglong to herself, if such feelings really exist, from her rational point of view, they all need to be suppressed.