Husband and wife are of the same mind, their benefits cut gold

Lin Yu opened his mouth and ate it. It was still a little hot, but the sugar had been incorporated into it, and it tasted delicious, sweet and crisp.

"good to eat."

Tang Feng smiled, and fed Lin Yu several mouthfuls before stopping.

Tang Amo and Tang's father were holding a bowl of salty oil residue, and they also ate with relish.

A total of two large jars and one small jar of oil came out, which will be used in the future.

Other pork is to be made into wind meat and hung up, so that not only can it be stored for a long time, but also the meat can be taken out at any time to entertain guests in the future.

Tang Feng selected five pieces of moderately fat and lean pork and carried them aside.

Lin Yu put all the other meats in the pot and salted them one by one. Tang's father took a wooden ladder into the small storeroom inside the stove, climbed up, and waited for Tang Amo to marinate the meat. The meat is handed up so that he can hang on it.

When Lin Yu finished marinating the meat in his hand and was about to take Tang Feng's five pieces of meat, he stopped him.

"I come."

As he spoke, he stretched out his sleeves and put the five pieces of meat into the pot one by one, and began to sprinkle salt. This time, he sprinkled more than twice as much salt as Lin Yu's.

"Husband, is there too much salt?"

Lin Yu couldn't help reminding Tang Feng that this is meat after all.

Tang Feng's subordinates kept moving, tilted his head and smiled, "Don't worry, I don't make Fengrou."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and started doing it again.

After everything was salted enough, Tang Feng asked Lin Yu to help him hang the meat in a relatively empty place in the kitchen.

"Why hang here? There are plenty of places over there."

Tang Amo came out and said.

"No, right here, I'll try another way."

Tang Feng brought over a few pieces of dry wood, and a few twigs that were easier to ignite, and they burned under the meat.

"You kid, do you want roast meat to eat? But you don't need so much, is it so high?"

Tang Ama gestured twice for the distance between the meat and the firewood, and it was a little farther.

Lin Yu turned her head to look at Tang Feng, also puzzled.

Tang Feng turned on the fire, brought two benches over, and let Tang Amo and Lin Yu sit down to keep warm.

"It's just right like this. We don't need to use the brazier in the main room these days, just burn some firewood here."

Father Tang came out and looked at the firewood pile on the ground and the five pieces of meat on it, "What is this for?"

"Bacon."

Tang Feng smiled and replied.

"Bacon?"

Lin Yu asked the three of them, "What is that?"

The bacon is the same on the outside and inside. It is cooked and cut into slices. It is transparent and shiny, bright in color, yellow and red in color. Digestion and other effects.

"This is what the master said to me, saying that meat that is marinated and smoked for two days will last longer," Tang Feng pretended to recall, "It seems that it can be preserved for about six months at most. .”

"Six months?!"

Tang Amo exclaimed, and Lin Yu's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"Is that true?" Father Tang calmed down a bit, but there was no shortage of excitement and joy in his eyes. It would be a great thing if he could let it go for so long!

"I just heard from the master, and he has never done it, so I will try it with five pieces of meat." Tang Feng explained.

Father Tang looked at the five pieces of meat on the pile of firewood, gritted his teeth, and said, "Success!" It would be a good thing if it came true.

So the Tang family spent the next few days burning firewood in the stove to keep warm. Although there was a little more soot, the firepower was much stronger than that of the brazier, and it was comfortable for the family to cook with more people.

Sure enough, the heavy snow stopped for a few days and started again.

Fortunately, the New Year pigs in the village were slaughtered during those few days, and now there is really nothing to worry about, and every household has closed their doors and nestled in their homes.

The Tang family chatted warmly in front of the fire, but this unexpected guest came again.

"I said why didn't I hear any noise in the main room, it turned out that they were all in the kitchen room."

Ah Huan put away her umbrella and went into the kitchen, followed by Brother Yu who hadn't seen him for a few days.

"It's not that the brazier is too small and not hot enough. It's a different place, so sit down." Tang Amo greeted Huan and Amo.

Lin Yu wanted to get up and lift the stool, but Tang Feng gently held him back with his hand.

"Ah Huan, I'll trouble you to lift the stool yourself." Tang Feng said to Ah Mo Huan who was standing by and waiting to lift the stool for him to sit on, "If I lift it for you, I'm afraid you will think it's too strange for you This is a big misunderstanding."

Tang Feng's expression does not make people disgusted at all, but feels very friendly.

"That's the reason! Let's do it ourselves!"

Huan Huan heard the words and hurriedly brought a bench with Brother Yu to the side, intending to put it next to Tang Feng.

Who knows that Tang Feng suddenly pointed to the place next to the wall and said, "Ah Huan has the most firepower there," and there is also the most soot, "Sit quickly."

Amo Huan's hands stiffened, and she scratched her face, "That's great."

Just as Huan Huan and Brother Yu sat down, Tang Feng suddenly pulled Lin Yu up and yawned, "I slept a little late last night and felt a little sleepy, so Huan Huan, we won't be in the way of your eyes, you guys have a good time talk."

"This……."

Ah Mo Huan was a little at a loss, and couldn't just say "You stay! Please familiarize me with my brother Yu!", so he could only watch helplessly.

Tang Feng and Lin Yu, who had not spoken a word, stepped out of the stove and returned to the room.

Tang's father curled his lips and stood up, "I'm going to rest too. This winter is the best time to sneak away."

After finishing speaking, he also left the kitchen.

The three of Tang Ah Mo were left looking at each other.

The Lord is gone, so there is nothing left to do, so Huan Huan left with Brother Yu not long after.

Tang Feng watched Huan Ahmao and the others leave from the window, his eyes were dark, he had to deal with these two people quickly, it was because of Li Langzhong that he could bear it for so long, although he didn't know why Li Langzhong would be like this Brother Tang, what's the story between Tang's father and Ah Huan, but this person actually wants to play with him to make Fu Lang unhappy, hum!When he is a soft persimmon? !

"gone?"

Lin Yu asked while lying on the bed.

"gone."

Tang Feng let go of the haze, returned to the bed, took off his coat, gently rubbed against Lin Yu's waist, and murmured ambiguously, "Fu Lang..."

Lin Yu was also a little moved.

but.

"It's broad daylight..."

"We are in the room, and the door is locked by me."

"Ah, they can hear..."

Tang Feng tapped Lin Yu's lips lightly with his hand, and his voice became hoarse with desire, "So..., I'm wronging you not to shout too loudly."

Lin Yu's face was hot and he wanted to argue for himself, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was blocked severely.

(I can’t describe what’s next, hehehe)

It was extremely hot in this room, but Huan Ahmao and Yugeer who came back to Li's yard did not look very good.

"Close the main room door."

Amo Huan said coldly to Brother Yu who came in behind with a dark face.

Brother Yu looked at Huan Huan's face, trembled, and closed the door obediently.

Snapped!

Brother Yu was knocked to the ground by a sudden slap!

"Ah!"

Brother Yu covered his slapped face and looked at Amo Huan and let out a cry.

"What's the name! You have the nerve to call it! I'm too embarrassed to listen!"

Huan Ah Mo slapped the wooden table angrily, "What's the use of you!"

Brother Yu's eyes were red, and he said wronged, "It's not my fault, that Tang Feng didn't even look at me."

"Don't blame you?!"

Amo Huan quickly walked up to Brother Yu, and poked his forehead fiercely with his hand, "Aren't you very capable?! You made all the widowers who died husband's husband sleep on your bed! How could such a Tang Feng, you can't handle it?!"

Brother Yu was poked back a few steps, "What's wrong with Daniel! Wouldn't he be a husband! If you didn't agree, I, I..."

"You still talk back to you!" Amo Huan's eyes widened angrily, "That poor widower can't even eat enough to eat! What do you think you like about him?"

"But when you married my father, my father had nothing!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

Ah Mo Huan stepped forward and slapped Brother Yu a few times!

Brother Yu'er's face turned red and swollen immediately.

"I'm going to wake you up!"

Amo Huan looked at the tearful Brother Yu with a cold face, "I can't let you go my old way! Do you know that!"

Brother Yu took his hand covering his face, cried and shook his head, "You are not, you are not for me! You are for you and Father to live a good life!"

"We lived a good life! Can't you live a better life than us?! Get the hell out of my house! Useless things!"

Brother Yu wiped away his tears and went back to the room sobbing. When he closed the door, he didn't know if it was on purpose or not, but he slapped it very loudly.

Ah Mo Huan took a few breaths and sat down on the stool.

"Ah Zheng..."

Tang Feng, who was refreshed after exercising in the afternoon, also started to get down to business.

Ah Huan stared at her so anxiously, which meant that brother Yu was either broken or had a body.

According to Tang Feng's observation during this period, from Brother Yu's small steps when he walks, he puts his hands between his eyebrows and gently rubs it when he has nothing to do Fever, Brother Yu probably felt that the feeling between the eyebrows was too great, and he couldn't bear it, so he would touch it lightly from time to time.

But no matter what happened to Brother Yu, it has nothing to do with Tang Feng, he just needs to keep Brother Yu and Amo Huan from staring at him.

But it is actually very simple to let them not pester him, or even leave Xiaoqingshan Village.

Tang Feng carried two packs of medicine and knocked on the door of Li's courtyard.

Boom boom boom!

Boom boom boom!

"Is Ah Huan here? I'm Tang Feng."

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Small Theater "Who Stole My Underpants"

Tang Feng couldn't find his underpants, so he was in a bad mood. When he saw Lin Yu again, he was filled with guilt. That was the first pair of underpants that Fu Lang made for himself. He liked it, not to mention, the commemorative significance of that thing is also extraordinary ! (Although I don't understand why the first pair of pants I made is commemorative)

So in order to prevent his husband from finding out that he had lost the commemorative pants, Tang Feng began to carry Lin Yu on his back, wanting to make a similar pair by himself.

So when Lin Yu went out to hunt pigweed, Tang Feng was looking for the same fabric as that pair of pants.

When Lin Yu went up the mountain to cut firewood, Tang Feng held an embroidery needle with his fingers full of needle holes and threaded the needle.

After the crazy exercise at night, when Lin Yu was sleeping soundly, Tang Feng secretly lit the oil lamp to make the final finishing touches.

"Huh! It's finally done!"

Looking at the freshly baked underpants in his hand, Tang Feng felt very proud!There is nothing that Tang Feng can't do!

"Husband?"

Lin Yu entered the room.

"here I am."

Tang Feng put the little underpants he made on a conspicuous place on the cabinet with a little trepidation, as if he was afraid that Lin Yu would not see them.

Lin Yu opened the closet and rummaged through things, "I remember your pants are broken."

Tang Feng hurriedly said, "No, look here!" He held up his shorts and shook them in front of Lin Yu, "Look!"

Lin Yu took the underpants, looked at the needle holes on them, did not speak, and then rummaged through the closet.

"I made you two new ones, you don't need to wear them, let me wear them"

This is the first time my husband has made underpants, so he has to keep them.

Tang Feng wanted to refuse, but when he heard that Fu Lang wanted to wear it, he immediately shut up, happy ~ Fu Lang didn't know that I had lost my underpants ~ I made it myself if I wanted to wear it!

Lin Yu raised the corners of his mouth, happy~ Husband didn’t know that I burned his torn underpants~ I even made one with my own hands~ I want to keep it as a souvenir~!