brown sugar eggs

The little black dog swayed out of the small nest made of wood, licked its paws twice, and went to the kitchen looking for the smoke.

Liang Baiyu was wrapped in a big red flower blanket and sat on the wide bench, with her chin resting on one hand, her eyes followed the man sitting in front of the pot hole, her legs became hot, and a black mass leaned against her.He moved his legs: "Go away, I'm so hungry, I don't have energy, I don't want to play with you."

The little black dog's tail drooped.

Liang Baiyu was amused by it, and poked it on the forehead with his fingers: "What is this dog's name?"

Chen Song threw a few sticks of firewood into the hole of the pot. He grabbed a handful of pine hairs in the basket, lit them with a match, and quickly stuffed them into the middle of the firewood: "Get rich."

Liang Baiyu praised sincerely: "Good name."

"Get rich? Get rich!" He pressed the little black dog's muddy back neck, and gently stroked its thin back, "Get rich..."

The little black dog raised its head and let him pet it obediently.

The effect of the medicine took effect, and Liang Baiyu's energy recovered little by little, his expression became richer, and he occasionally hummed a few ditties.

The kitchen was filled with a smell of firewood, the water in the cauldron was boiling, and bursts of hot air came out from the cracks in the wooden pot lid and wafted around.

Chen Suone lifted the lid of the pot, and Liang Baiyu leaned over to be next to him.

The difference in height, body shape, and skin color between the two is very obvious, as if two worlds with very different styles have been spliced ​​together.

"Now it's time to beat the eggs." Liang Baiyu's face was full of joy and excitement, as if he was watching a feast.

Chen Song asked: "How much do you want to eat?"

Liang Baiyu stretched out two fingers, and the water mist in the pot seemed to fall into his eyes, and the shimmering light flowed: "Is it okay?"

"Okay." Chen Song said, "You stop later."

Liang Baiyu glanced at his mouth aggrievedly: "Why, I won't drool into the pot."

"If you stand too close, you will get burned." Chen Song whispered.

"Haha, I was joking just now." Liang Baiyu leaned on him, complaining in the tone of a young couple, "You are so serious, you look like an old antique."

Chen Song turned around and went to the cupboard, bent down and dragged out the small bamboo basket underneath, and lifted the cloth covering the basket.

There are several layers of eggs inside, some shells are stained with dried excrement, and some are covered with broken grass, so they are not very clean.

"Are you angry with me? Come on, although you have a dull personality, you are a good person, a good person." Liang Baiyu stood behind the man, grabbed the blanket and swayed it on his thick back. Not once, very naughty.

"Honest man, Bodhisattva, sulfone."

"Snapped"

An egg fell from Chen Suone's hand and shattered into a puddle on the ground.

Liang Baiyu muttered: "Ah, what a waste."

Chen Song turned around.

The young man hung his head, a few strands of half-wet hair stuck to his neck, and the ends of his hair were a little messy. He looked over with a pair of beautiful eyes, his brows were affectionate, and his gaze was bright.

It will make people want to keep his eyes forever, and they are unwilling to give half of it to others.

Chen Suone turned his head back for a while, cleaned up the egg shells and egg liquid on the ground without saying anything, and took two eggs to the pot again.

The eggs were cracked into the pot, and soon congealed together.

"Every time I cook, the eggs are incomplete, and they don't look good at all." Liang Baiyu leaned against the stove.

Chen Song said: "Cooking with liquefied petroleum gas is different from cooking with firewood. Liquefied petroleum gas should be burned on a low fire."

"Isn't my house an earthen stove? How can there be liquefied petroleum gas?" Liang Baiyu raised his eyelids, "Are you talking about before I return to the village? Then I haven't cooked before."

"I only started cooking after I came back. It's so difficult." He sighed, looking very frustrated and depressed, "The two chickens I raised wouldn't eat the dishes I cooked."

Chen Song didn't make fun of the young man, he just unconsciously glanced at the other's fingers on the blanket, like flawless jade.

"Eggs can be seen from the outside, but the yolk will flow when you poke the inside?" Liang Baiyu took a few steps towards him, tipping his head, "Would this be too difficult?"

"It's not difficult." Chen Song said.

Liang Baiyu shook her thin body, coquettishly: "Then hurry up, please, I want to eat."

Turning his head, Chen Suone washed the bowl and poured in the brown sugar. After finishing pouring, he weighed the brown sugar in the bowl with his hand and added a little more.

The firewood in the pot hole was about to run out. Chen Suone slowly moved the two eggs in the pot with a shovel. When he felt that it was almost done, he filled up the eggs and put them into a bowl, and then scooped a spoonful from the pot with a spoon. water goes in.

"I reconcile myself with one." Chen Song handed an iron spoon to the young man.

Liang Baiyu said softly, "Huh?"

Chen Suone rubbed his bearded chin with the back of his hand, lowered his eyes and mixed the brown sugar in the bowl for him.

A burnt sweet smell mixed with rust wafted into the air.

"It smells so good." Liang Baiyu was like a greedy cat, his cheek was pressed against Chen Suone's arm, and he was looking at the brown sugar egg eagerly.

"Eat." Chen Suone pushed the bowl onto the stove in front of him.

Liang Baiyu picked up the iron spoon in the bowl and scratched open one of the eggs. He looked at the golden egg liquid slowly overflowing, and exclaimed like a child: "Wow!"

The little black dog at the feet is jumping up vigorously.

"This is mine, I won't give it to you." Liang Baiyu took off the blanket on his body and gave it to Chen Suone. He casually pulled the floral shirt that was wrinkled from sweating, and held the bowl in both hands as a stool in front of the pot hole. On, the bottom of the bowl is next to the knee.

After doing this, Liang Baiyu was not in a hurry to eat. He lowered his eyes and faced the brown sugar eggs in the bowl, as if he was guarding some peerless treasure.

Chen Suone washed the pot and found that the young man was still sitting quietly, his slender and weak silhouette was half hidden in the shadow and half under the dim light, like a broken precious handicraft, he took the rag in his hand Squeeze it dry, and reminded in a deep voice: "It's getting cold."

"Oh." Liang Baiyu took a sip of the brown sugar water, and his whole body brightened, "It's so sweet."

After Liang Baiyu finished eating the brown sugar eggs, she said she wanted to take a bath.

Chen Suone boiled a pot of water for him.

The village is no better than the county town, and there is no solar shower head. They use plastic buckets to hold water, which is half hot and half cold. Squatting down with a towel to scrub, and pouring the remaining water over the head is enough.

When Liang Baiyu was taking a set of Chen Suone's clothes to take a bath, Chen Suone was sitting on the open space outside. He rubbed the black barrier buttons on his ears, and they made them tighter and tighter.

There is no pheromone in the yard.

There was the sound of water coming from the hut, Chen Suone looked at his nose, his nose and his heart, his high eyebrows and deep eyes were hidden in the darkness.

After a while, he got up abruptly and went out, taking the dog who was going to the hut with him.

The light of the sky gradually came out from under the night.

Chen Song, who was squatting beside the vegetable field, rubbed his face a few times, and whispered to himself: "It should be washed."

Fa Cai snored on his back, sleeping soundly.

When Chen Song went back, he saw that the door of the hut was still closed. He thought that the people inside had already come out. He wanted to go to his father's house, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

When Chen Suone went to his own room and saw no one, the uneasiness in his heart soared instantly.

Chen Suone rushed to the door of the hut and knocked on the door with some force.

There was no sound from inside.

"Liang," he rolled his sweaty Adam's apple, and called out his name jerkyly, "Baiyu?"

Still no response.

Chen Suone's breathing was much rougher, his sneakers were pressed against the door, his back bent down, and he said word by word: "I'm coming in."

After waiting for a while, Chen Song opened the door.

The mist in the hut was very thin, and the plastic bucket was surrounded by water. The young man sat against the wall. After washing, he put on his old clothes and trousers, which were much bigger, and did not tidy them up.

The feet were bare, and the toes were round and white, very beautiful.

It is a kind of beauty without temperature, like a dead thing.

Chen Suone's pupils shrank slightly, he ran over and squatted down stiffly, and reached out to touch the young man's feet, the tentacles were very hot.

Dazed for a while, Chen Song let out a relaxed panting deep in his throat: "Wake up."

The young man closed his eyes, his eyelashes were wet, and he was drowsy, holding the slightly wet plaster on his left wrist with his right hand, digging it in with his fingertips, and muttering something faintly in his mouth.

Chen Sukunknelt down on one knee unconsciously, and approached him: "What?"

"pain……"

Chen Song was stunned: "Where does it hurt?"

"Renren..." Liang Baiyu didn't know who he was dreaming of, and his voice was extremely gentle, with a hint of desperation, "It's okay... I'll touch... your glands... your... run... hurry up... "

The ending sound panicked and screamed, with a distressing cry, and then fell silent.

Chen Song carried the man out of the hut, but before he reached the door, his footsteps stopped, and the man in his arms stared at him.

His eyes were dull, and his eyes were extremely cold, like a domestic pet that was seriously injured and forced to the edge of a cliff, and would drag a group of backs if he died, showing ugly fangs that did not match his exquisite skin.

In an instant it becomes fragile and harmless.

Chen Song came back to his senses, put his hands around his neck, and hugged him.

Before he could react, the person hugging him murmured and asked, "Mr. Yang called you Brother Song, do you know each other well?"

Chen Suone's thoughts were disturbed, and his thin lips moved: "No."

Liang Baiyu rubbed her face into his chest, her long hair sticking to his gray gown: "She said that you see that Lin Zi is very busy and tired, so she won't let me ask you to repair the house."

"She also said that she would find someone for me, but not so quickly, and told me to wait, should I listen to her?"

"No need." Chen Song forgot to put the person in his arms down, and didn't take his hand off his neck, and carried him out of the hut directly.

Liang Baiyu squinted her eyes and smiled: "Then do you think I look good with long hair and a floral shirt?"

Chen Song didn't make a sound.

"It's hard to answer this question?" Liang Baiyu's overly long trouser legs covered his feet, and his tone was lost. "It seems that you, like the villagers, think that I am not a man or a woman."

"No." Chen Song opened his mouth this time, his panting speed accelerated, he was almost at a loss, and explained clumsily, "I don't think so."

Liang Baiyu didn't speak, and took his hand off his neck, with a sad look of disbelief.

Sweat broke out on Chen Su's forehead, and he made a swallowing motion, the palms holding the young man were hot and wet, and the knuckles were hard.

"Stop teasing me." Chen Song said in a low voice.