Abandoned Chaifu Farming Daily [Transmigration Book]

The torrential rain lasted all day and night, and did not stop completely until the next morning.At that time, Ruan Jia woke up from her sleep and smelled the fresh smell after the rain. She immediately lifted her spirits and woke up.

His energy and mood today are exceptionally good, Ruan Jia thought it was because of the sunny weather, until he went to fetch water to wash his face, saw his own reflection, and stood there for a while.

I saw that the lips of the man in the water were plump and moist, and although his eyes were clear and clear as usual, his long eyelashes flickered in the blink of an eye, and he unconsciously brought on some lazy and charming taste, like green apricots that ripened overnight, exuding a refreshing The sweetness comes.

Ruan Jia was so frightened that she stretched out her hand to touch her face, the tentacles were as delicate as fat, and she couldn't help but touch it a few more times.Only after I touched it did I realize—this is my face!

How did I become like this!

Although it's a bit like going for a beauty treatment-but I still can't accept it!

Ruan Jia floated back into the courtyard with a face struck by lightning, and bumped into Ye San who appeared out of nowhere.This guy had a group of little yellow chickens on his shoulders, leaned against the door with his hands folded on his chest, and was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

He was still wearing Ruan Jia's clothes, his forearms and calves were exposed, and his beautiful muscles were exposed in Ruan Jia's sight.

If it was usual, Ruan Jia would swallow his saliva secretly, but now he only glanced at it and quickly looked away.But even so, Ruan Jia still had some strange emotions in her heart.

Alas, although I have already made an appointment with him for three chapters, after all, it is no longer a pure show of husband and wife, but a real pao friend.

Or his first pao friend.Thinking of this, Ruan Jia felt even more complicated.

So he didn't say good morning to Ye San as usual, but raised his legs and crossed the threshold in great confusion, trying to pass Ye San quietly, pretending not to see him.

Unexpectedly, when the legs were halfway across, Tayun suddenly squeaked, Ruan Jia trembled nervously, his legs tripped on the threshold, and he fell to the ground!

Ye San, who was resting with his eyes closed, quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, avoiding a disaster of being in close contact with the earth.

Ruan Jia gasped in shock, and suddenly saw Ye San sniffing, "It smells so good."

Ruan Jia subconsciously asked, "What smells so good?"

Ye San stopped talking, just stared at him, with the words in his eyes: You.

Ruan Jia stiffened immediately, and pointed at him with a finger: "The three chapters of the agreement! Don't forget!"

Ye San let go of him graciously, Ruan Jia turned away with a cold face, but heard Ye San behind him say: "I'm hungry."

Ruan Jia pretended not to hear, Ye San said again: "But today I have to go to spring plowing... Forget it, let's go to work hungry, alas."

Ruan Jia paused, then turned to look at him: "Are you going today?"

Ye San nodded sincerely: "Yes, I will give food once a day, so I will go as long as I have breath, you don't have to worry."

What he meant was "don't worry, I won't stop going, after all I'm a hardworking coolie", just like Ruan Jia is a bully boss who squeezes labor.

But he was indeed squeezing Ye San—if he really made Ye San work hungry.

Ruan Jia thought for a while, and finally spit out a few words: "I'll cook."

After saying that, he went into the kitchen as if fleeing, and when he heard Ye San walking in, he just pretended not to hear, like a giant ostrich, buried his head in the sand, as if nothing happened Same thing.

Seeing him running away, Ye San didn't point it out, just leaned against the door frame of the kitchen, quietly watching Ruan Jia cook.

But in fact, Ruan Jia doesn't know how to cook at all, and she is helpless in the face of modern kitchen utensils, and her eyes are even darker in the face of the simple ancient stove.But he couldn't turn his head, because it was Ye San who turned his head, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, thinking about the food show he had watched, and toss about the ingredients.

Ruan Jia fidgeted around for a while, only to feel that Ye San's eyes behind him were serious and put a lot of pressure on him, so she stood up suddenly and said in a muffled voice, "What are you looking at? Are you free? Go do the laundry!"

The tone is like a little daughter-in-law complaining about a lazy husband.

Ruan Jia was taken aback by herself, but Ye San didn't have any objection, he let out a slow oh, and turned around to do the laundry.

Ruan Jia heard the sound of scooping water into the basin in the yard, and couldn't help taking a sneak peek outside. She saw Ye San took a small bench and put it in front of the basin, and sat down with a graceful and leisurely posture, as if It's like a noble son who has read poems and books is reciting poems and painting.

Then he was silent for a while facing the basin, and found that he couldn't bend over to wash his clothes in this posture, so he had to spread his long legs, rolled up his sleeves, and after thinking about it, he even rolled up his trouser legs, so he hummed Rubbing up his clothes.

Ruan Jia almost laughed out loud, and almost covered her mouth.

He watched Ye San fight wits and bravery with his clothes for a while, and his mood was refreshed again, and then he went back to make his meal satisfied.

He glanced briefly, knowing that since the spring plowing, the villagers have sent melons and fruits of various colors, plus the rice noodles sent by the village chief's wife and the wheat rewarded by the spring plowing. Although their kitchen is not full of food, at least they can pick one or two. .

Ruan Jia hesitated and didn't know which one to choose, and suddenly remembered that Ye San cooked porridge yesterday, and Ye San was on the same level as himself, staying on the level of "can it be cooked" and "is it poisonous", so cooking porridge is very important. It's a fool's difficulty, he can try it boldly.

Thinking this way, Ruan Jia made up his mind, took a bowl of rice, poured it into the pot, added some water, and covered the pot.

Everything is ready, just need to make a fire!

Ruan Jia felt that this was the most difficult step, so she pulled herself together and found the fire booklet in the kitchen.

Ruan Jia thought this was the most fun gadget in the ancient world, and even thought that if he could go back to modern times, he must bring it back as a tourist souvenir.

Just because it was novel and fun, Ruan Jia had mastered the usage of Huozhe early. At this moment, he carefully picked up a few dead branches, put them on the Huozzi, and blew.

Like a wizard turning magic, a small flame instantly lit up on the dead branches. Ruan Jia unconsciously showed an excited smile on her face, and hurriedly sent the dead branches to the fire hole under the stove. I lit the fire, and it rained again yesterday, so it was a little damp, and the flames went out in no time.

Ruan Jia was not discouraged, and tried again several times. Finally, the last time, the flame was not extinguished, and gradually burned under the stove, but the thick smoke billowed, causing Ruan Jia to cough loudly.

His first reaction was to open the window, but thinking that Ye San was outside, he would definitely find thick smoke when he opened the window, wouldn't it make him laugh?

That's no good, he is already very useless, if he is more useless than him, then what is it!

Thinking of this, Ruan Jia resolutely did not open the window, and let the thick smoke fill the entire kitchen, making it look like a fire.

But Ruan Jia wittily took a soaked handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and ensured that nothing would happen to him—although this was more like a disaster scene, it didn't matter, no one knew anyway.

Ruan Jia just sat still in the smog, her heart was full of jumping flames, until she heard a muffled pop, she didn't feel that something was wrong.

The puffing sound repeated several times, and finally there was a bang, the sound of the pot lid being hit.Ruan Jia quickly looked at the lid of the pot, and then remembered that he didn't come to light the fire, but to cook the porridge!

There is still porridge in the pot!

Ruan Jia quickly lifted the lid of the pot, and was hit on the forehead by the bouncing rice grains. She was so hot that she shivered, and she was about to put out the fire.

But he only knows how to use fire pockets, not how to put out fires!

Ruan Jia finally started to panic. After thinking about it, she took a bowl to scoop up water and poured it into the fire hole. If one bowl failed, another bowl would be poured. I don't know how many bowls I poured out. At least the fire was extinguished.

He looked into the fire hole and saw that it was indeed pitch black, so he let out a long breath, but the black ash in the hole was accidentally blown up, and it fell all over his face.

Ruan Jia: ...

He didn't care about the fire or the porridge in the pot now, he hurriedly poured water to wash his face, and by the way, he glanced furtively at Ye San, seeing that he was focused on fighting with the clothes in his hand, so he carefully Wipe your face carefully.

It's a pity that the black ash is too fine and soft, and there is a black mark when you wipe it. There is no facial cleanser and detergent here. Ruan Jia rubbed it with water and soap locust for a long time, but it only cleaned up the dirt on her face. Even in the hair, I am afraid that it can only be solved by taking a bath.

Speaking of taking a bath, and thinking of his body being covered in black ashes, Ruan Jia only felt that everything was itchy all over his body, and it was so uncomfortable that he would die.

But he agreed to cook and let Ye San eat before going to spring plowing, so there was no time for him to take a bath first.

Ruan Jia hesitated for a while, thinking that it's all right, she'll wash up as soon as Ye San leaves, just bear with it.

Thinking of this, he walked to the kitchen door, looked up, and was shocked.

I saw thick smoke billowing, piles of firewood in the corner scattered all over the floor, water splashed all over the floor, and the whole kitchen was in a mess, to the point of heinous chaos.

And all this is just for a small bowl of porridge.

--Porridge!Ruan Jia suddenly remembered, and walked quickly to the pot to have a look, but it was dark again.

He seems to have put too much rice and less water. At this time, there is not a drop of water in the pot, and it is full of white raw rice.Ruan Jia twisted a bit and tasted it, only to find that the half-baked taste was like chewing wax, but it was still biteable.

As long as you can bite...you can take any bicycle you want.

Ruan Jia bit the bullet and shoveled up the rice, only to find that the rice on the lower layer was charred and mushy long ago.

Ruan Jia: ...

Mind broke.

The author has something to say: Ye San: I can use my internal energy to cook porridge, can you?

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