Chongxi's little husband is very "soft and cute"

On the way back, the two quickened their pace and finally entered the village after dark.

Miao Linghua and her little sister Yuanxiang were walking out with a flower basket hooked on their shoulders. They ran into Lu Yunchen and Qin Muyan who were returning to the village.

Eh...

Yuan Xiang poked Miao Linghua secretly, "Linghua, isn't that... Lu Xiucai?"

Miao Linghua obviously recognized him too, and couldn't help frowning. Didn't this Lu Xiucai tell herself that she didn't like the man his grandmother married him into the door? Why did she seem to be in such a good relationship after three or five days of work? up.

Lu Yunchen was telling Qin Muyan vividly about his childhood anecdotes, he was very happy to see him "giggle" being teased by him, and there was no one else in his eyes.

The corners of Miao Linghua's mouth were raised, and she raised her hands to say hello, but before she could say "Brother Chen", Lu Yunchen walked past her without looking sideways, and didn't even give her the slightest glimpse from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiang opened his mouth so hard that he could stuff an egg, with disbelief written all over his face, didn't this Lu Xiucai always see Miao Linghua as the only one in his eyes?Before, he followed her like a pug every day to ask her how she was doing, but now, he didn't even look at her.

Miao Linghua didn't expect Lu Yunchen to ignore her directly, she was nailed to the spot, her hands were frozen in mid-air, and the smile on her face became awkward.

"Ling... Linghua, maybe Lu Xiucai didn't see it..." Yuan Xiang also knew that her explanation was too pale at the moment, who knew why Lu Xiucai suddenly changed his temper.

Miao Linghua withdrew her hand, her pretty face turned ferocious, she stomped her feet angrily, threw the flower basket on the ground on her elbow, and left angrily.

Yuan Xiang glanced at Lu Yunchen's back suspiciously, hurriedly picked up the flower basket on the ground, and went after Miao Linghua.

"Hahahaha I can't see that you were so naughty when you were a child, you even dared to braid your wife's beard..." Qin Muyan laughed so hard that his stomach hurts.

Lu Yunchen rubbed his nose, he didn't make up his master's beard, he was a "dragon wagging his tail" and pouted the dean's wig. Of course, this kind of thing must never be told to Qin Muyan.

After entering the door, unloading the heavy basket, Lu Yunchen didn't even bother to drink, turned around and went to Aunt Wang's house.

During this harvest season, Aunt Wang's family planted the most potatoes. He had made an agreement with her a few days ago.

Potatoes, although they can be eaten as a staple food or as a vegetable, tend to germinate after a long time, and since he doesn't know how his business is doing, Lu Yunchen picked five catties first.

Carrying potatoes on his back, and bought white noodles, before leaving, the little chickens of Mrs. Wang's family lined up and followed behind him.

Lu Yunchen thought about it again, thinking of Qin Muyan feeding the chickens, the little chickens with bigger peas around him, that scene, thinking about it, I think it is very cute, but this wool can't catch Mrs. Wang's family, Tian Er Niu probably knew where to buy hens and chicks.

He took another detour and ran to Tian Erniu's house.

Last time when building a house, Lu Yunchen paid them a lot of money to help them. Tian Erniu's affection for him gradually increased. In addition, he was a warm-hearted person. Hearing that he was going to buy a hen, So he patted his chest and took over the matter. In a few days, the hen at my brother-in-law's house will hatch, and I can just buy a few for him.

After finishing everything, Lu Yunchen dragged his leaden legs and stepped into the threshold with difficulty.

Smoke rises from the chimney of the kitchen.

He took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and walked quickly to the kitchen.

"Well, it smells so good..."

Qin Muyan was constantly stirring the white rice porridge in the pot with a shovel, when suddenly he was startled and almost threw the spatula in his hand.

"You walk, but there is no movement at all."

"I'm sorry, I scared you." Lu Yunchen apologized embarrassedly.

"This porridge will be ready in a while, you go into the room, and I will bring it in later."

"Hey..." Lu Yunchen responded, he couldn't take a step now, he just wanted to find a place to sit down.

Although the things in the house were complicated and trivial, they were tidied up neatly by Qin Muyan, vaguely looking like a home.

The bundles and letters that were originally placed on the wooden table in the bedroom were also put away, and I don't know where to put them.

Lu Yunchen took off the coat that was soiled this afternoon, which was both anti-potato and white-faced, and fell headfirst on the kang.

He sleeps on a soft bed with little love, and when he bought the mattress for the bed, he specially asked the women in the village to stuff it thickly, and when he lay down, his whole body would be trapped in it, which can be described as extremely comfortable.

Qin Muyan went in and out without knowing what he was busy with. Every time he opened the door, he was enveloped in the sweet aroma of rice porridge, which made Lu Yunchen's heart soften.For the first time in his life, he had the idea that this day, even if it goes on like this, is a good idea.

"It's time to eat..." Qin Muyan poked his head in and shouted.

"Okay, here we come..." Lu Yunchen sat up, pulled on his shoes and walked out of the bedroom.

The wooden table in the main room was polished brightly. On the table were two bowls of boiled rice porridge and a small dish of mixed vegetables.

The big white rice porridge just out of the pot was very hot. Lu Yunchen scooped up a spoonful, blew it cool, and put it in his mouth. The flowering rice grains slid down his throat and reached the deepest part. Everywhere he passed was warm.

A layer of hot sweat broke out on his back, he let out a long sigh of relief, it was really comfortable, returning home after a busy day, and still having a mouthful of hot food to eat, wasn't it the life he was most looking forward to in his previous life.

Qin Muyan only wanted to fill his stomach, so he held the bowl, blowing and sucking at the same time, and he drank most of the bowl in a short while.

After the two of them had their meal, Lu Yunchen took a shower, moved out a chair from the main room, sat in the yard half-closed his eyes, and enjoyed the cool with a cattail fan.

A single moon hangs high in the black night sky, the beautiful moonlight is shining on the ground, cicadas and frogs are singing one after another in the distance, and a few breezes pass through the intertwined branches among the trees, bringing silk Silky coolness.

Under the candlelight, Qin Muyan's busy figure dimly fell on the door curtain. After a day of exhaustion, Lu Yunchen wanted to ask him to rest earlier, but this guy was very stubborn, and insisted on cutting cloth to make clothes, but he couldn't hold back. So he simply went with him.

I don't know when this person fell asleep last night, but at dusk the next day, Lu Yunchen woke up, the coat on the table was already ready, and when he looked at the person beside him, he was breathing heavily, and he didn't seem to wake up at all.

He tiptoed down to the kang, pushed open the door, and the sun in the east pierced through the layers of clouds, eating away at the black sky. Not far from the chimneys of the farmer's houses, smoke slowly rose and died with the wind.

Lu Yunchen propped up his arms and stretched.

A good morning starts with trying Nanchong pot helmet.

Mix the noodles with water, knead them into a white and plump dough, and set it aside, while the noodles are proofing, he heats up the oil in a pan, pours the hot oil on the flour, and quickly stirs it into a bright yellow dough. pastry.

When Qin Muyan groped into the kitchen with a yawn, Lu Yunchen was spreading thick pastry on the long strips of dough on the chopping board.

"What is this for?" He took a closer look, puzzled.

"Try the snacks at the stall tomorrow, Guokui, go wash your face, and call you when it's done." Lu Yunchen quickly spread the pastry, rolled it up and flattened it.

Guo...Guokui...what is this? Qin Muyan was even more confused. Why did this person have so many strange things in his mind? He wanted to take another look, but was pushed out the door by Lu Yunchen.

The proofed dough was just enough to make four pancakes. Rinse the auzi with clean water. Lu Yunchen set up a pile of firewood, brushed oil on the auzi, and spread the pot helmet with a layer of sesame seeds on it.

The hot oil was frying the pancakes until they were browned on both sides. He held the wooden handle on his right hand, lifted the iron colander, picked up the pot helmet, and stuck it to the inner wall of the oven.

The potatoes brought back from Aunt Wang's house had been placed in a cool place last night. He picked three or four, peeled off the skins, and cut them into shreds.

Qin Muyan was sewing clothes in the house, but was distracted by the sound of cutting vegetables. He threw away the clothes in his hands, and looked out with his feet on the door frame.

I saw Lu Yunchen, "click" a few times, and the knife fell with his hand, like silver threads, even in thickness, and the potato shreds with distinct roots fell down.

Such a good sword skill, Qin Muyan was amazed, and couldn't help giving this man a thumbs up.

After a while, the shredded potatoes in the large porcelain basin sprang up. Lu Yunchen straightened his waist and took out the pot helmet from the oven.

After baking, the thin outer skin of the pancake retains its browned and crispy texture. When you break it open, you can see that the inside is divided into dozens of layers, soft and oily, and full of aroma.

This cake should be a success.

Lu Yunchen couldn't hide the joy in his heart. He struck while the iron was hot, and hurriedly made two kinds of seasonings, red oil and soy sauce, and mixed them with the boiled shredded potatoes.

Qin Muyan "approached" step by step, changed from the door frame of the main room to the door frame of the barn, licked his lips, stared straight at the pot helmet stuffed tightly with shredded potatoes, and did not forget to empty it out, He yelled softly, "Husband, I'm hungry~"

"Here it comes..." Lu Yunchen wrapped it in oiled paper and hurriedly fed it.

Holding the heavy pot helmet in both hands, he bit it with a "click", the crispy skin burst, and the salty sauce overflowed his mouth instantly.

The inner cake mixed with pastry tasted soft and chewy, and the crisp and refreshing potato shreds just neutralized the greasiness in it. He couldn't stop eating, not even letting go of the crumbs that fell on his clothes.

After eating one, Qin Muyan looked over again, and Lu Yunchen was on pins and needles from the eager eyes, "Try another spicy lipstick?"

The little guy nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Compared with the sauce aroma just now, the taste of red oil is slightly irritating.

Qin Muyan was unprepared, his eyes were red from the first mouthful, and his throat was like hot oil pouring over him. Seeing him frowning and coughing frantically, Lu Yunchen suddenly wondered, is it too spicy?

A bowl of cold boiled boiled water was poured into his stomach, which relieved the uncomfortable burning sensation, and the tip of his tongue felt numb belatedly. Qin Muyan glanced at the red hot pot helmet in his hand in surprise, and tentatively took another sip.

The bright yellow potato shreds are soaked in red red oil, and the spicy aroma hits the palate.

Qin Muyan was so hot that a thin layer of sweat broke out from the tip of his nose, he sucked in the cold air with a hiss, but sent it to his mouth one mouthful after another.

Lu Yunchen saw the appearance of eating in a hurry, and his heart "dang" fell to the ground hanging in the air. It took him a lot of effort to prepare this red oil

The peppers he bought from the town were thrown into the pot and stir-fried for a long time. After drying the water, he smashed them into fine powder with a stone pestle, heated the oil and stirred them.

Just this hot oil, he didn’t just heat the oil, he mixed all kinds of spices, onion and garlic to make this thick paste, a small jar full of red oil, ready to take it to “kill the Quartet” tomorrow.