I raised a husband in ancient times

"Husband, is this posture correct?" Pei Xing's voice came intermittently, as if holding back something.

"Tighten up and squat down a little more."

"Phew, what about this?"

"This is very good," Lu Yiming encouraged Pei Xing by holding Pei Xing's waist, "Persist for a while, this movement is difficult, but the hitting effect is very good."

The idea of ​​teaching Pei Xing to practice martial arts has been circling in Lu Yiming's mind for a long time, and it took shape in a fight with his uncle that day.

As for how to cultivate the masculinity of boys?

Of course, starting from strengthening the body, once the muscles are released, no matter how you look at them, they will be stronger than the weak ones now.

Doesn't this world say that women and brothers are weak and often at a disadvantage?Then teach him to fight, teach him to box.

He wants to see, whoever doesn't have eyesight dares to bully his child, and if he doesn't beat up his parents, his surname will not be Lu, but Pei.

"Husband, can I really follow my husband to the hot spring behind Xiaoyin Mountain after I learn this set of tactics?"

"Well, take you there."

"Okay, then I'm not afraid of suffering, I want to be with my husband."

Hearing this, Lu Yiming paused for demonstration, but didn't say anything.

Mother Lu was very surprised to see that the two of them didn't sleep this early in the morning and came to practice martial arts.

Especially when she saw Brother Xing's nose was red from the cold, at first she thought that Lu Yiming was punishing someone, and she scolded her son bloody on the spot, only to realize that she had made an own mistake.

"Look at Brother Xing, I'm so tired. If you freeze him to death, I'll see how you feel bad."

Lu Yiming followed Lu's mother's line of sight. For the convenience of practicing, this man didn't wear much when he woke up in the morning. Now he repeated a movement because he repeated it back and forth.

Sweat on his forehead ran across his cheeks, his lips became more rosy, not as pale as before, and his complexion is good. It seems that these few days of physical recuperation and scientific exercises are still useful.

"Take a break."

Lu Yiming handed him a sweat towel, and helped him fill a bowl of porridge with minced vegetables and meat, served with eggs.

Although it is not the first time that the husband has seen this flipping action, but it still makes him flattered.

He took a few sips and peeked at her husband, and occasionally met those peach blossom eyes, then he lowered his head, took a few sips as if nothing had happened, and peeked again.

Why is your husband so good-looking?

Gently stroking the man's round head, Lu Yiming observed the food-protecting kitten with great interest, looking for opportunities to catch people's peeping eyes, not to mention, it was quite interesting.

The sky is high and the clouds are light. The weather has been good in recent days. The persimmons placed in the pergola evaporate quickly, and the persimmons are beginning to take shape.

The surface of the hanging persimmons was air-dried, and Lu Yiming squeezed them into bullet shapes one by one, and Pei Xing squeezed the flat persimmons into round cakes bit by bit.

After waiting for dozens of days, it can be filled with frost.

Lu Yiming squeezed the soft persimmon, thinking of the person not far away, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, stretched out his restless devil's hand, pinched the other's cheek, and felt the delicate texture underneath.

Not bad, softer than persimmons.

"Husband!"

Seeing that the person was annoyed, Lu Yiming let go of his hand, and there was a red mark on the other person's face. He poked it with his index finger, which was full of elasticity.

Both have baby fat, and it seems that the tonic effect is good.

The peppers in the yard are growing very well. After all, they were stripped from the seedlings and evolved. They are resistant to severe cold and heat, and their growth speed is three times faster than normal plants. At this moment, green peppers have emerged.

Fortunately, the people here have never grown chili peppers, otherwise they might not be able to see the problem.

[You actually regarded me as a plant upgrade station, woo woo woo, I am a dignified healing and fighting plant, and I have fallen to such a point...]

[Almost done, didn't I find you a century-old ginseng?Don't be cheap and behave well. 】

[This can't be compared, the baby is bitter, the baby wants to say, this pepper almost smoked me to tears. 】

【…? 】

Where did you get your eyes on a vine?Is it because I am ignorant or you are talking nonsense.

【You lied to me at the time that low-level plants were not good. It didn’t grow on you well. Eat apples today and pears tomorrow. Self-produced and sold, self-reliant, life should be more nourishing and nourishing. 】

Xiao Miao cried for a while. What the master said seemed to make sense, but he always felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't explain it.

"Husband, is this really edible?" Pei Xing fiddled with the tender green Chaotian pepper, with a tangled expression on his face.

People in the village don't eat this stuff. Everyone knows that there are Chaotian peppers on Xiaoyin Mountain. This bright red Chaotian pepper always attracts some people to try it out of curiosity. He died in situ.

Some people ate too much without fear of death, developed rashes all over their bodies, and sought medical treatment for stomach burns. Afterwards, the villagers thought it was a poisonous plant and warned their children not to eat it.

How can you not be surprised that your husband actually moved it to the house and said it can be eaten?

"When it turns red, I'll pick it up and make it for you." Lu Yiming looked expectant, he hadn't eaten spicy food for a long time, and his mouth was so stuffy.

Pei Xing stared at the chili pepper, frowned slightly, and planned to sacrifice himself: Even if the husband's cooking is not delicious, he must definitely support him, and he can't let the husband's enthusiasm go to waste!

The rice has been left for a while, and in a few days the rice in the field will have to be collected, threshed and plowed, and I will be busy again.

The weather is getting colder, and since there is nothing else to do today, Lu Yiming plans to make a fish soup with mushrooms, tofu, and fish to nourish his stomach.

Lu Yiming was in charge, Lu's mother was in charge of lighting the fire at the stove, Pei Xing was on the sidelines, stealing the teacher by the way, secretly planning to feed her husband next time.

After processing the two crucian carp caught from the stream, put them into the oil pan and fry until golden, add sliced ​​ginger, top with cooking wine, sprinkle with shallots, pour boiling water over the fish, and then add seafood mushrooms And diced white tofu, simmer for two quarters of an hour.

Finally, salt and green onions are added, and the milky white fresh fish soup is freshly baked.

The aroma was overflowing, Pei Xing smelled the wafting smell, salivating, and swallowed frequently, he never knew that fish could be cooked like this, the husband is really a wife!

"Drool is coming out."

Seeing his stupidity, Lu Yiming couldn't help teasing him.

Staring at the fish soup, and wiping the corners of his mouth with his hands, Pei Xing didn't find any suspicious water stains, so he knew that her husband was making fun of him.

A large pot of fish soup was placed in the middle of the dining table, and Father Lu couldn't resist the temptation of the strong fragrance, so he entered the kitchen from the lobby to find out.

The fish soup was full of color and fragrance, and the smell lingering at the tip of his nose made him salivate involuntarily. Father Lu licked his dry lips, and he could finish ten bowls of rice just by smelling that smell.

"You have learned logistics well in the past five years. I'm afraid the chef accompanying the army didn't come from the palace?"

This is a skill he practiced while living alone. What does it have to do with the imperial chef?

Lu Yiming was stunned for a while, and didn't understand for a while, then remembered that he told Lu's father and mother that he was helping in the back kitchen, and now it's perfect.

That's fine, since we haven't seen each other for five years, from a kitchen novice to a chef, the changes are not insignificant, and now there are reasons, and he has no reason to expose them.

"The master chef is much more capable than me."

Father Lu nodded in agreement. He is a farmer, and he has never seen any palace chefs. Naturally, he doesn't think his son can compare with those famous chefs.

When the two were talking, Mother Lu had already placed the bowls and chopsticks neatly, waiting for the father and son to sit down before they could taste the delicacies.

The whole family was sitting together, and when they were about to move their chopsticks, the door outside the courtyard knocked lightly, and a strange voice sounded outside: "Excuse me, is Lu Yiming at home?"