Little Zhuangtou and the Great General

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After the three of them finished eating, Shen Miao started to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, and before doing anything, the old man said: "You haven't eaten a few after making it for so long, let him do things like clean up the bowls and chopsticks."

Yang Xingfeng was upset when he heard that, what is his identity?I wanted him to clean up the dishes, but there was no door, so I blurted out and refused: "No."

Shen Miao gave Yang Xingfeng a strange look. He wasn't going to let the other party wash the dishes, but he refused so politely. He was still quite upset, so he asked, "Why not?"

Yang Xingfeng wanted to say how he could wash the dishes, but thinking about revealing his identity, he made an excuse: "I can't."

Shen Miao was speechless, even if she can't do such a simple thing as washing dishes, just learn it.

Seeing Shen Miao's thoughts, Yang Xingfeng reluctantly did the superficial work, stood up slightly trembling, and stretched out his hands to the bowls and chopsticks: "Okay, I'll wash." He accidentally dropped a bowl and apologized, "Oh, my hand slipped."

Shen Miao got angry when she saw it. Do you think he is a fool?The movement when eating was so neat just now, will it be awkward after washing?Then he accused: "Hey, why are you like this?"

"What's the matter with me?" Yang Xingfeng frowned, "I haven't said anything about you yet, come and go, don't I have a name?"

Shen Miao recalled Yang Xingfeng's name, but he really didn't know it. The man had never told him his name since he woke up, so he said, "You haven't told me, how do I know?"

"Didn't you..." You already knew?Yang Xingfeng bit the second half of the sentence in time.

"What am I not?" Shen Miao asked back.

Yang Xingfeng frowned: "Forget it, I don't care about such things with you, my name is Xue Shan." The word Xue is Yang Xingfeng's mother's surname, and the word Shan comes from the radical of the word Feng.

"Okay, Xue Shan, if you don't want to wash the dishes, you can't break the dishes so perfunctorily." Shen Miao continued the topic just now.

Yang Xingfeng's eyes moved slightly, revealing a hint of murderous intent, and thought: Liu Nianlang, if you continue to push me so step by step, don't blame me for being rude.He is used to being ignorant of the king's law. He used to kill people because of a bad mood in his own house. Now that he is in this situation, he still hasn't changed much.

Seeing this, the old man said to Shen Miao in time: "Forget it, let him go! The rains have been abundant these days, and some water will accumulate in the creek for a short time. Let's wash it there." The pots and chopsticks went out the door first.

Shen Miao didn't want the old man to not only provide food but also wash the dishes, so she ignored Yang Xingfeng temporarily and chased him out.

The old man walked very fast, and when he reached the creek, Shen Miao caught up.

There are some small dams built by the villagers in the creek, and now some water has accumulated, so it is not a problem to wash a bowl. The old man squatted down and placed the pot and bowl at his feet, and started to wash.

Shen Miao quickly snatched it away: "I'll wash it."

The old man shook his head, pointing to Shen Miao's clothes: "You clean yourself up first."

Shen Miao then looked at her clothes. The white clothes were already stained with a lot of dust, and there were two thick black strips on the front, which were left by him carrying the clay pot last night, which was very unsightly.Although Shen Miao was the kind of person who didn't care much about his appearance, he couldn't bear to see this appearance, so he hurriedly undressed and prepared to wash.

He was wearing a middle coat, which was not easy to take off like a coat, especially the dress, where even the unbuttoned buttons could not be found.

Shen Miao touched her waist back and forth, and muttered to herself: "How do you solve it?"

Suddenly a pair of hands supported his waist, Shen Miao turned her head in surprise, it was actually an old man, the old man looked at him lightly, his eyes were different from the cloudy one he had imagined before, Shen Miao was a little strange.

The old man withdrew his gaze and lowered his head: "I'll help you."

Shen Miao said "Oh", and opened her arms so that the old man could help him.

His dress was wrapped by a long belt, so it might fall apart. The belt was wrapped so skillfully that it was difficult to untie it if one didn't understand it.The old man put his hand into Shen Miao's waist, groped inside for a while before finding the head, and slowly pulled it out.

Sensing the hot palm of the old man, Shen Miao felt a strange feeling in her heart. It seemed that...Shen Miao blushed and cursed her nerves. The old man could be his grandfather.

The old man noticed Shen Miao's red ears, he didn't say anything, he just turned his eyes to the distance.

Yang Xingfeng suspected that Shen Miao and the old man had ghosts, and followed out with a wooden stick. Seeing the close contact between the two from a distance, he was sneering, despising Liu Nianlang for not letting even a [-]-year-old man go.

The old man quickly finished untiing Shen Miao's dress, Shen Miao took it and washed it in the soaking water, while the old man went to the other side, washed the pots and bowls slowly, then bent down to feel in the crevices of the stones, and after a while, he touched a few. A snail, not big, but already within the edible range, the old man put the snail into the bowl and made a crisp sound.

Shen Miao heard the sound and looked: "Snail? There is this in the creek?"

"During a drought, these things will hide in the cracks of the rocks. Although there is a lack of water in the cracks, they will not dry up like the outside. When there is water, they will climb up again." The old man said, changing the place Continue to touch, and touch a few more after a while.

Shen Miao is happy. People in his hometown like to eat snails very much. They cook snails in various ways. A bowl of small wine and a plate of snails are supremely delicious. Even the food stalls at night are called snail stalls.

Thinking of this, Shen Miao couldn't help swallowing, and grunted loudly.

The old man heard it and said: "Steam it at night, add some salt."

Steam?Although cooking in this way is delicious, it is the worst. The perfect match for snails is sauce, snails in sauce soup, Shen Miao thought.

The old man asked: "What?"

Shen Miao smiled: "It's nothing, I just thought about it, it would be great if there was sauce, snails in sauce soup are super delicious."

"Sauce?" The old man was stunned for a moment, "I have dried some, and I usually eat it with dipping noodles, but the ingredients are not very good, and the quality of the sauce is not very good."

"Wow." Shen Miao couldn't help exclaiming, "Can I have a taste?"

The old man nodded: "I'll show you after washing."

Shen Miao hastened to speed up the cleaning, but the old man reminded: "Don't worry about washing only the middle clothes, it's best to wash both the inside and the body. There are many fleas in places like the countryside, and they are easy to be bitten if they are not clean."

Shen Miao felt itchy all over when she heard it, and just wanted to take off her inner clothes immediately, but he only had one set of clothes, and after washing the inner clothes, he had nothing to wear.

The old man saw Shen Miao's predicament: "I have an extra set of clothes. It's a bit thick, but it's clean. Shall I lend you some clothes first?"

"Really?" Shen Miao was overjoyed and hurriedly thanked her.

The old man then went back to get it.

The author has something to say: If there are snails, will there still be wine?