Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

She happily put a slice of bacon into her mouth, and the fresh and salty bacon spread out in her mouth. Xiao Ting squinted her eyes and ate it, then stuffed another chopsticks of rice into her mouth.

After the fragrance of the rice suppressed the cured meat, it brought a sense of fullness, Xiao Ting sighed, "Brother, I wish I had your skills."

"You are a student now, just study hard," Xiao Le raised his hand and tapped her on the head, "But during the summer vacation, I can still help my brother with some work."

"Just now my roommate wanted to take me home for dinner, but I didn't go." Xiao Ting was a little embarrassed, "Brother, do you think it's not good for me to be like this?"

"You are friends, you can go, but you have to buy some fruit, we have to be polite," Xiao Le said very experienced.

Zhang San passed by, and after hearing this sentence, he immediately smiled and said, "You have been in the county for so long, and you haven't been a guest at a friend's house, have you?"

"Ahem," Xiao Le wiped his head, "I've been there before."

Xiao Ting nodded. In the past, Xiao Le often went to other places for food, but he didn't buy anything...

Thinking of this, Xiao Ting raised her head and looked at Xiao Le again, thinking that she still likes her current elder brother.

"By the way," Zhang San suddenly remembered something, "Next week is the boss's birthday, how can we do it better?"

"I remember that the boss seems to be 43 years old," Xiao Wu also came over, "Brother Le, the boss only has one hobby."

"eat!"

Xiao Le answered the next sentence, so several people studied the recipes there, Xiao Ting ate the food made by Xiao Le happily, cousin Xiao came back from outside, saw her there, and came over immediately.

"Xiao Ting!"

"sister!"

Xiao Ting simply brought the food to the side of cousin Xiao's work. The sisters and masters were talking and laughing. After Xiao Le and the others finished discussing, Xiao Ting had already eaten and was helping cousin Xiao with her work.

Seeing her happy, Xiao Le didn't disturb her, and followed Xiao Wu to clean up the kitchen.

At 08:30 in the evening, Xiao Le sent him back to the school dormitory, watched Xiao Ting go in, and then prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, before reaching the school gate, a motorcycle slowly stopped next to it.

"Teacher Mo..." Xiao Le turned his head to meet Teacher Mo's face.

"It just so happens," Teacher Mo smiled at him, "come up."

Xiao Le was not polite either, turned over and put his hand on Teacher Mo's waist.

The motorcycle almost skidded out, Xiao Le chuckled, stretched out his hand, and hugged him tightly, Teacher Mo's ears burst into red.

But he said, "Hold tighter."

"Ok?"

Xiao Le stared at his reddened ears and asked back.

"The road is slippery," Teacher Mo said calmly, "Hold tight."

"Okay," Xiao Le nodded vigorously, hugging him tighter, "Okay!"

Teacher Mo, who was sitting in front, almost hooked his mouth to his ears. Feeling Xiao Le's hand, the motorcycle was getting faster and faster.

After calming down, Xiao Le realized that they were already outside the city.

"...I said, Teacher Mo, what are we doing here?"

It's eight or nine o'clock in the evening.

Teacher Mo is also awake at this time, but he doesn't want to stop, "Take you around, wait for a while to get cold, then you can't go for a ride like this."

"Then turn around," Xiao Le nodded without letting go.

The Venerable Master just wandered east and west, and soon it was 11:30 in the evening.

Teacher Mo sent him back, and when Xiao Le let go of his hands and got off the car, Teacher Mo felt a sense of loss.