The Plow

After Ling Shu went back, he fell asleep without even taking a shower.

When he woke up the next day, he remembered about his sister and brother-in-law, but when he walked out of the bedroom, his brother-in-law had already gone to work, and his sister was frying eggs for him. Everything was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Suspecting that this was the false tranquility before the storm, Ling Shu tiptoed to his sister's back and tried to speak.

"sister--"

Ling Yao shook his hand, there was too much lard.

"You're going to scare me to death!"

Ling Shu accompanied him with a smile: "That's just right, fry one more, Lao Yue will pick me up later, I think he will have breakfast here."

In fact, Yue Dingtang must have eaten at home before coming here. Ling Shu said this just to trick him into eating an extra fried egg.

If Lao Yue doesn't eat, doesn't he have to clean it up?

Ling Yao heard, "Then I'll fry two more!"

Ling Shu was overwhelmed.

Ling Yao didn't notice his younger brother's emotions, so he said to himself: "Does Dingtang like fish? You can call him back for dinner at night. I'll make an extra fish. I bought it yesterday, and it's still alive and kicking in the pond. That's right. , let me go out and buy some food, do you know what else he likes to eat?"

Ling Shu said sourly: "Sister, dare I not your real brother, am I the one surnamed Yue?"

Ling Yao scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Ling Shu: "Isn't it? Look at Miss Chunxiao, she treats me like a younger brother. You don't know how to cherish a younger brother like me!"

Ling Yao sneered: "What's wrong with you, should you go away for eight years without making a sound, or go to the Northeast and come back with a whole body of injuries?"

Ling Shu: "The weather is really nice today."

Ling Yao: "Go, go, stay and go, don't hinder me!"

Ling Shu looked at her face and asked cautiously.

"Are you and brother-in-law okay?"

Ling Yao pouted: "What could be the matter?"

Ling Shu sighed: "My aunt, you hanged yourself yesterday by crying, making trouble, and now you are starting to talk stubbornly. Brother-in-law is not that kind of person, and the widow grandson has nothing to do with him. Misunderstand!"

What's more, there is something weird about this matter.

But he didn't plan to tell Ling Yao so much, lest he scare her and forbid himself to investigate.

Ling Yao squinted: "Are you talking for him?"

Ling Shu raised his hands: "The world is a lesson, I am on your side!"

Ling Yao: "Okay, okay, your brother-in-law has made it clear to me, I'm fine, someone knocks on the door, go and open it!"

Seeing that her expression was unaffected, Ling Shu figured out that the couple had indeed reconciled, so he was relieved.

As soon as the door opened, it was indeed Yue Dingtang.

Ling Shu stretched out his long arms and wrapped them around his neck, as if they were good brothers.

"Old Yue, did you come here after breakfast?"

Yue Ding Tang just wanted to say yes, but when he smelled the aroma wafting from the kitchen, he changed his words accordingly.

"Not yet, I just want to try Sister Ling Yao's craft."

Ling Shu:?

This is obviously talking nonsense.

Ling Yao just came out with a fried egg, and smiled broadly upon hearing this.

"Dingtang, come and try the fried buns and fritters made by my sister."

With sharp eyes and quick hands, she knocked off Ling Shu's demonic claws stretched out towards the fried bun with a chopstick.

"Go wash your hands!"

Half a step away, Ling Shu retracted his hand regretfully and walked away resentfully before he could taste the delicacy of the pan-fried buns first.

He went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet, got some soap on his hands to fool around, heard movement behind him, looked up in the mirror and saw Yue Dingtang also coming.

"You were also rushed over to wash your hands?" Ling Shu gloated.

The old god Yue Ding Tang was there: "What's the difference between the early hour and the late hour, things can't fly anymore."

Ling Shu: "It's natural for you to say that when you're full. I went to inquire about my sister and brother-in-law as soon as I woke up. I haven't had a drop of water yet. Is it easy?"

"It's not easy."

Yue Dingtang agreed with a low smile, but it didn't sound like sincere sympathy.

Ling Shu warned him: "Later, if my sister asks about Widow Sun, don't talk too much, lest she hear that we want to investigate in depth and worry about it, and nagging endlessly."

As soon as the words fell, his hand was grabbed.

"Wipe your hands."

Yue Dingtang saw that he was about to step out with his trembling and wet hands, so he couldn't bear to drag him back.

Ling Shu muttered helplessly, grabbed the towel and wiped it carelessly, like a husband who was talked about by his wife all day long but could not resist, Yue Dingtang was angry and funny.

"Ling Shu."

"What?"

"To shut up."

Ling Shu raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes, the meaning was obvious, why did you tell me to shut up.

Yue Dingtang: "Otherwise I'll kiss you here."

When Ling Shu raised his eyebrows, there was an indescribable temptation, at that moment Yue Dingtang's heart was like a willow leaf being stirred up by the spring breeze, itching uncontrollably.

Yue Dingtang thought to himself that he was a man of his word, so he leaned over and bit the other party's lips.

Not heavy and fast.

Because Ling Yao's voice moved from far to near, he couldn't continue.

"Have you washed your hands yet? Don't dawdle, the tofu brain is almost cold!"

She brought out the food from the kitchen, saw the two wash their hands for a long time, and stopped by to remind them.

Yue Dingtang sighed with some regret.

Ling Shu glared at him fiercely, his face flushed slightly, he didn't know whether it was from shame or anger.

Yue Dingtang reckoned that the latter was more likely.

Ling Shu angrily walked out first.

"Ling Shu, what's the matter with your face, it's so red early in the morning?"

Yue Dingtang heard Ling Yao asking his younger brother outside.

Ling Shu was not in a good mood: "I was angry with Yue Dingtang."

Ling Yao: "I think you are more or less angry with him."

Ling Shu suddenly raised his voice: "Why do you turn your elbows outward all day long?"

The bickering between the siblings was faintly heard, and Yue Dingtang smiled.

Compared with the Yue Mansion, this place is narrow and cramped, but it is also more smoky.

After dinner, the two headed to the concession.

Outside the small bungalow, Ling Shu rang the doorbell.

After pressing three or four times, someone opened the door.

She is the maid of the Sun family.

Seeing Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang, she was obviously taken aback.

"Gentlemen, what's the matter?"

"How did Mrs. Sun rest after she brought the child back yesterday? Let's come and see the child."

Ling Shu found that the maid was not overly surprised or welcomed their arrival, she even blocked the door, revealing a faint body language that she did not want to entertain them.

"What, is it inconvenient?"

He asked knowingly.

"That's not true. My wife is sick. I'm afraid I won't be able to entertain the two gentlemen." The maid looked embarrassed.

Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang looked at each other.

"Why did you get sick, but you were fine yesterday."

The maid said: "I complained of a headache in the middle of the night yesterday, and I can't get up early this morning. I must have caught a cold after running around all night."

"Who's here?"

A child's voice came from inside.

The maid turned her head and said, "It's Mr. Ling and Mr. Yue."

The child came rushing over with surprise on his face.

"Hello, Uncle Ling, hello, Uncle Yue, come in and sit down!"

It's hard for the maid to stop the little master when he speaks.

Ling Shu and Yue Dingtang entered.

"What's wrong with Mrs. Sun, did you call the doctor?" Ling Shu asked.

"I yelled. I hurriedly yelled early in the morning and came to see. The doctor said it was a fever and gave me an injection. Now my wife is asleep!"

It was the maid's words again.

Ling Shu ignored her and looked directly at Lu Zude.

"Is that right?"

The maid showed displeasure and flashed past.