Xiaoyao Nongjiazi

After adjusting the water temperature, Zhong Qingran unloaded the burden on his body, stepped into the bathtub, narrowed his eyes, and raised his eyebrows slightly to greet Jian Mingyu: "Mingyu, come in quickly."

Jian Mingyu paused for a while as he unbuttoned his clothes, and then, as if nothing had happened, he slightly accelerated the speed of undressing.

This is not the first time that the two have faced each other frankly, but it is the first time that they have been so close.

Zhong Qingran and Jian Mingyu are still young, they are both 13 years old, and they are both teenagers. Normally, they are not worth seeing.Zhong Qingran himself was like this, except that because he didn't have to worry about food and drink, he was raised whiter and healthier than ordinary peasant children, and he was even inferior to those half-grown children who could eat their stomachs and worked in the fields since childhood.

Jian Mingyu is different. He used to live a difficult life, and his body was still a little thin, but now he is not. Because he is in the early stage of growth and development, his body consumes a lot, and his limbs appear extremely slender. In addition, his skin is light wheat-colored, and his body is well-proportioned. Muscles are faintly visible, and all these things all show that this is a young body with extremely explosive power.

Taking advantage of the moment Jian Mingyu entered the water, Zhong Qingran reached out his paw and touched his abdomen. It felt very good, smooth and elastic.He thought with some regret that in such a good time now, he can touch it but not eat it. In the future, it will be like this and that. The boy's figure is no longer, and it is impossible to have such a good touch.

This is the inherent difference between men and women, and it cannot be forced.It is impossible for Zhong Qingran to force Jian Mingyu to shape according to his own ideas for his own selfish desires. If this is the case, he doesn't like it.After all, he likes men, not women.A man has the charm of a man, but in order to gain a certain advantage from a woman, it is really not worth the loss to lose his masculinity. Zhong Qingran asked himself that he was not so stupid.

The moment he was attacked by Zhong Qingran, Jian Mingyu froze for a moment.Zhong Qingran felt it, and blurted out without thinking: "Mingyu, turn around, I'll wipe your back."

Without having to face Zhong Qingran again, Jian Mingyu soon relaxed.If it wasn't for the environment, Jian Mingyu would never be so uncomfortable.

The two of them had just bathed yesterday, and their bodies were not dirty. After a little scrubbing, the smell of alcohol was washed away, and they became clean and refreshed again.

Lying on the warm kang, the two cuddled each other and fell asleep.Zhong Qingran wanted to do something, but it was a pity that he and Jian Mingyu were not mature enough to solve problems with their hands.

A good night's sleep.

As usual, Jian Mingyu woke up early, took care of himself, and tidied up the new house before waking up Zhong Qingran.

Zhong Qingran looked sleepy, looked out the window with sleepy eyes, saw that the sky had not yet dawned, and said, "Is it too early?"

"It's getting late. It's the end of Mao. I saw Grandma was already busy in the kitchen. I'll go help. After you get dressed and washed, you should be able to serve dinner." Jian Mingyu didn't say much, put on his outer clothes and opened the door out.

Zhong Qingran came to his senses now, scratched his head, feeling that his biological clock was different from that of the people here.After coming to the Great Zhou Dynasty for more than a year, his work and rest time has been changed as much as possible, but he still can't keep pace with the people here.

In Hewan Village, as long as they can afford three meals a day, the breakfast time is generally at the beginning of the morning, although the time varies from family to family.The same goes for the Zhong family, but Zhong Qingran is a special case. He usually eats breakfast between the quarter of the hour and the third of the hour (one hour is divided into four quarters, and a quarter is equal to half an hour).Of course, this is just an ideal situation. There are also many people who wake up early and late. It depends on what time he goes to bed at night.

It's not that Zhong Qingran is very busy or likes to sleep late, it's just that he is not used to going to bed too early, so he simply does something to pass the time.It's okay to talk about bits and pieces, and he can stop and fall asleep at any time, but painting is different. Sometimes when inspiration comes, or a picture is not finished, let him stop, how is that possible?

If the painting is not finished at one time, the work will have flaws, which may not be seen by ordinary people, but Zhong Qingran knows it well.This is his attitude towards small pictures. If there is a large picture, there is no way. After all, no one has the energy to eat or drink for a few days, but the gain is not worth the loss. The mental state is not good, and what a good work can be drawn ?

Now that he has woken up, Zhong Qingran has no intention of staying in bed.Today is the second day of the wedding, and I need to see relatives, so I really can't sleep in late.

Sun's wife is a man, so it is impossible for Tong Shi to be a complete hands-off shopkeeper, and she has to help with many things.Just like today's breakfast, which was supposed to be done by the bride, but now it is Tong who cooks first, and Jian Mingyu comes later.

To this, Tong has no objection.The requirements for treating men and women are different from those of women. It makes no sense for a man who needs to be in the field all day to take care of household chores when he gets home. If this is the case, most poor people may not even be able to marry a male wife.

Tong knew that Jian Mingyu was a good cook. She had been choosing vegetables and kneading noodles before, and when Jian Mingyu came over, she took the initiative to help her grandson.

"Auntie, what pasta are you making today?" Jian Mingyu glanced at the prepared ingredients on the table and asked.

"You can figure it out." Sitting on the bench and adding fire to the stove, Tong Shi said, as if remembering something, patted her thigh in frustration, "I almost forgot, I left some unused broth yesterday. The stove next to it is simmering, how about making some soup?"

"Okay, let's make high soup noodles, and I'll fry some toppings on top, grandma, do you think this can work?" Although Tong asked him to make his own decision, Jian Mingyu asked.

"Okay." Mrs. Tong really doesn't care, it's not the busy time of farming, and it's not necessary to eat dry food in the morning. Besides, the Zhong family no longer needs to go to the fields by themselves, as long as they can eat enough in the morning, no one is really picky about what to eat .Born in a farming family, with a picky stomach, it's hard to say whether this person can grow up.

The noodles have already woken up, just need to pull them into noodles.Jian Mingyu is going to make sliced ​​noodles today.In terms of knife skills, Jian Mingyu is still lacking. He doesn't have time to practice this, and he's not going to be a chef. It doesn't matter if the knife skills are poor, as long as it doesn't affect the taste, the lack in this aspect can be ignored.

Jian Mingyu slowed down, and the thickness of the noodles he cut was moderate, not much worse than that of the master chefs, he just couldn't keep up with the speed of the knife.

In winter, there are very few edible fresh vegetables in the north, but there are many dried vegetables.Jian Mingyu rummaged through and found some shiitake mushrooms to soak in warm water. He chose green vegetables for the dried vegetables and shredded pork with shredded mushrooms and green vegetables for the topping.

"Qingran, go and see if Mr. Yan is up. If he is up, come over and bring him breakfast." Jian Mingyu met Zhong Qingran on the way back to his room, and gave him a task.

There were only four of them in the Zhong family. Zhong Zhengxin and his wife had moved to the old house before. After all, a capable family held a wedding for at least three days. Yesterday was the official day, and there were people sitting two days ago, but the scale was not as large as yesterday.The Zhong family came and went, and it was not suitable for pregnant women to stay, so they moved to the ancestral house early.

The guests who stayed overnight were all in the front yard. For today's meals, the Zhong family also invited neighbors to help. Tong Shi and Jian Mingyu only need to be responsible for the meals for Yan Zhen and their family.

In fact, Zhong Qingran didn't need to make such a trip. An official of Yan Zhen's rank needs to go to court, and his work and rest may be more regular than that of a hardworking farmer.

Even so, Zhong Qingran still came over. If he wasn't around, if he brought him breakfast, wouldn't he have to bring him back again?It's a bit embarrassing for anyone to eat.

"Master Yan, good morning." Seeing Yan Zhen pacing at the door of the guest room, Zhong Qingran stepped forward to say hello.

"morning."

"Master Yan, breakfast is ready, do you want to use it now or wait?"

Yan Zhen looked at the time and said, "Since it's done, let's do it now."

"Wait a minute, I'll be here soon."

Zhong Qingran pushed open the kitchen door and said, "Mingyu, put it on a plate, Master Yan will have breakfast now."

Jian Mingyu took out a large soup bowl, scooped up all the rolling noodles in the pot, put the soup in another copper pot, put the toppings and venison on the plate, and put them into the food box one by one. Zhong Qingran took over the matter.

After Mr. Yan is settled, it doesn't have to be so troublesome to cook for your own family.The big pot for cooking noodles is enough for four people at a time, and Jian Mingyu poured the remaining sliced ​​noodles into the boiled broth again.

After finishing these, Jian Mingyu started to fry the toppings on the small pot.I didn't make all the toppings at once just now, just in case.If Yan Zhen hasn't gotten up yet, or if he's gone out, it would be a waste to fry it all up. Even though it's just toppings, the whole family can eat a share of it. No one wants to support themselves, right?

After delivering breakfast, Jian Mingyu said goodbye to Yan Zhen.

Who is Yan Zhen?Having eaten all delicacies from mountains and seas, he didn't pay much attention to the breakfast in front of him.Yesterday's wedding banquet was the same, even if the chef from Ruifeng Restaurant was invited, the dishes were similar to what he usually ate, some were even worse, and it couldn't be compared with the banquet hosted by the prince and nobles of Shangjing, let alone the palace banquet.

Yan Zhen, the chef of Ruifeng Restaurant, didn't even like the craftsmanship. He couldn't even arouse the bowl of home-cooked noodles in front of him.

Yan Zhen followed the steps Zhong Qingran said, first poured the broth from the copper pot into the soup bowl, then poured the lid on it, mixed well, and then began to eat slowly with the braised pork.

Yan Zhen took a sip of the soup first, and tasted it in his mouth. It was still delicious, the same as what he drank yesterday, which was consistent with what Zhong Qingran said.Thinking of this, he smiled, the Zhong family was quite thoughtful, afraid that he might mistakenly think that they were entertaining him with leftovers, so they specifically told him about it.

Afterwards, Yan Zhen picked up a pair of noodles with chopsticks and stuffed them with some toppings into his mouth, thinking, as long as the cook is not too bad, it should not be unpalatable. , the cooking skills should not be so bad that it is hard to swallow.

"Huh!" Yan Zhen picked up another chopstick, this time he tasted it carefully, the noodles were very chewy, accompanied by the unique aroma of dried vegetables such as shiitake mushrooms and green vegetables, the taste was not bad.

This was not too unexpected for him. What caught his attention was that neither the flavor of the topping nor the broth overwhelmed anyone, which made it quite difficult.Unexpectedly, a small farm family would make him look sideways frequently. The future of this family is really hard to predict. Maybe those who underestimated Zhong's family will regret it for missing out on friendship with his family in the future.