What do you want to do

Feng Mo's words made the old man think a lot. He took a few puffs of his cigarette, looked at Feng Mo and asked, "Can you guarantee that you will always be good to Xiao Nuo?"

"Grandpa!" Zeno called out from the side, his words were too direct.And not to mention Feng Mo, even he can't make this promise, after all, these two words always contain too much.

Feng Mo was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head with a smile, and said: "Grandpa, it is inevitable that two people will have friction and quarrels when they are together. I can guarantee that every day we are together will make him happy, do you think this is the truth?"

"Old man, what this kid said is quite reasonable. You don't care what you are at such an old age. Our little Nuo can live better than anything else." The old lady muttered to the side, seeing Feng Mo's tall and handsome appearance Very satisfied.

"Okay, okay, I'm an old man, I'm not hard on you, so don't say I'm disrespectful." The old man waved his hand and pointed to the two of them outside and said, "Go wash your hands and prepare to eat, and we'll talk about it later."

Feng Mo was quite satisfied with the old man's answer, and was very happy, after all, he was lucky that he didn't throw himself out.

Zeno took Feng Mo to wash his hands, and took the salute brought by the two of them to the room, Feng Mo followed behind and sniffed and asked, "Can't we stay on the kang at night?"

Living on the heated kang in winter is more enjoyable, and it feels warm just thinking about it.

"You want to live on the kang? You won't be used to sleeping." Zeno was bending over to pack the change of clothes he brought, and when he heard him say that, he stood up straight and looked at him, sighed and wrinkled when he saw his pitiful appearance. Lowering his eyebrows, he asked, "Do you really want to sleep on the kang?"

Feng Mo nodded repeatedly, thinking very much, very much.

"Okay then, I'll ask grandpa if the kang in the side room is still working." Zeno reached out and grabbed his ear, blinking, "You seemed very nervous just now."

Don't look at Feng Mo's performance just now, he didn't react too much and seemed to be very calm, but he has known Feng Mo for so long, how have he ever seen him talk so much?He also repeatedly spoke in a happy and happy tone... This is not in line with Marshal Feng's personality at all.

"Can you not be nervous, my heart is trembling." Feng Mo curled his lips and leaned over to kiss his forehead, "It's a good thing your grandparents didn't say anything cruel, otherwise I might have to cry." Putting his hand on his heart, Feng Mo said cheekily: "Quick, soothe my frightened little heart."

"Go! What's the fuss, I'll let my grandma see it later." Pushing him away, Zi Nuo went back to the house and asked the old man if he could live in the partial house.

"Yes, the kang has been heated for a long time, but we don't have those soft quilts in the countryside, Xiao Feng won't despise the hardness of the kang, right?" The problem was that he walked ahead and took the two of them to the side room, and when he opened the door, the heat hit his face.

"Nuo Nuo, the kang in this room must be burning all the time." Feng Mo pulled Zeno's arm and whispered.

Zi Nuo nodded, it must be that grandpa had heated up the kang early in the morning, otherwise how could the house be so warm without any air-conditioning.

"Go and see if it's good? If you think the kang is hard, ask your grandma to bring two more quilts and spread it under it." The old man stretched out his hand to test the temperature of the kang, turned around and added some more coal to continue burning.

"No need, I'm used to the bed on top of the hard board at school." Zi Nuo also reached out to touch the kang, and frowned, "Grandpa, don't add coal, it's too hot to fall asleep." fire."

"It's impossible to catch fire. It's not like you don't know how cold it is at night in the countryside in winter, so don't freeze people." The old man ignored him, added two pry coals to the stove pit, and said, "The hot water can be used to sleep at night." Soak your feet before you two."

"Got it, let's go back to the house for dinner. My grandma must have finished the meal. I'm hungry." Not wanting to keep the old man busy, Zi Nuo stepped forward and pulled the old man's arm out, "My grandma said you Did you post pancakes for me? I smelled the fragrance just now when I entered the house."

"You're just greedy, your nose is as good as a puppy's." The old man walked out with him with a smile, Feng Mo followed behind the old and the young, thinking that such a coquettish Qi Nuo is really rare.

When I got back to the house, I saw a slightly larger round table on the kang. On the table was a pot of steamed pig’s trotters, a pot of stewed sauerkraut and pork belly vermicelli, and a plate of dried salted fish fried to golden yellow. , the old lady was in the kitchen taking the orange-yellow pancakes out of the pan and putting them on plates with a spatula. The thick layer of gaba is Zino's favorite.

Feng Mo sat cross-legged on the kang, took two deep breaths, the smell was really delicious, if it wasn't for the tutoring by Marshal Feng, he would probably be drooling right now.

"...What are you doing? You can eat whatever you want." Helping the old lady arrange the bowls and chopsticks, Zi Nuo sat next to him and pointed to the pot of pig's trotters, laughing, "When I was young, only my grandpa during the Chinese New Year would eat it." Buy me pig's trotters, grandma's cooking is delicious."

When the old lady heard this, she quickly picked a piece for him and put it in the bowl, and said with a smile: "The family was poor at that time, but it was my grandson's fault."

"No, every time you give me something delicious, I remember it." Even though he was young at that time, his grandparents always remembered how kind he was to him.

Sniffing, he turned to look at Feng Mo, pouted, "If you dare to treat me badly, I'll tell grandpa to let him smoke you with a cigarette."

Feng Mo raised his hand and rubbed his hair, blinked his eyes, "It's too late for the pain, how dare I treat you badly," he turned his head to look at the old man, and said, "Grandpa, how about I accompany you for a drink?"

Once the old man was satisfied, he quickly asked the old lady to bring over the wine he brewed at home, and said with a smile, "Can you still drink some? Xiao Nuo can't take a sip."

"Well, I can drink less, Nuonuo has a bad stomach and won't let him drink." Feng Mo took the wine bottle handed over by the old lady, looked at the herbs in it, and thought that the wine was old.

When Zeno saw the light yellow wine, he was a little worried. His grandfather liked to drink a glass of wine every day and he had practiced it long ago. The problem is that Feng Mo doesn't drink often, so don't get drunk again.

"Can you do it? Don't be brave, the degree is high." Seeing him sniffing and licking the wine glass, Zeno didn't know what to do.

"Hiss, it's really spicy." Feng Mo wrinkled his nose, raised his glass and toasted the old man, "Grandpa, come, let me toast you, you have worked hard all these years."

I raised my head and did it...

Zeno's eyelids twitched.