With a brain-loving husband [travel]

Yu Nian quietly left without saying hello, as if he had never appeared before, without leaving any traces.

"He's fine, Jiang Huaishou will protect him."

Originally, Fang Yun was worried about what would happen to Yu Nian, but after Mo Jingcheng's reassurance, he was relieved.Recently, the restaurant was preparing for renovation, and Fang Yun's attention was quickly diverted.

The main taste of the restaurant on the first floor is sour soup, so the decoration must be more prosperous, so as to stimulate the appetite of diners.The second floor mainly focuses on flower art cakes, so the color tone should be mainly pink and green.

But the two have some headaches in terms of decoration.

Originally, I went to the carpenters in the town with the drawings, but they had never heard of such a complicated request, and they all rejected the business.It is said that if you don't do well, you may smash your own signboard.

After going to the carpenter's shop in the town several times, they all got the same answer, so the two had no choice but to return to take care of the flowers in the garden first.

The weather has gotten warmer recently, and because Mo Jingcheng often sprinkles nutrient solution on the shower while Fang Yun is not paying attention, the flower buds gradually swell up, showing the appearance of budding.

Looking at it like that, it is estimated that it will bloom in a few days, so it happens to be used to plant in the flower art restaurant on the second floor.

Fang Yun had never seen a flower grow so fast. He was slightly surprised, but also very happy. He smiled at Mo Jingcheng through the fence, "Brother Mo, look, the flowers grow so fast!"

Because he was afraid that his shoes and socks would get dirty, Fang Yun walked in barefoot.

Fang Yun, who was standing around the flower buds, blushed with a smile, his cute appearance was several times more beautiful than the gorgeously blooming chrysanthemums.

And Mo Jingcheng liked Fang Yun's happy appearance, but also worried that he would catch cold if he stayed in the field barefoot for too long, so he opened the fence gate and opened his arms to call him, "Yun Bao, it's time to come out."

Fang Yun originally wanted to stay with Mo Ju for a while, but when he saw Mo Jingcheng's open arms, he immediately changed his mind, circled around the flowering branches and threw himself into his arms, laughing so hard Trembling.

Mo Jingcheng, who was thrown into his arms, easily picked up his slender husband, and took him to wash his feet with hot water.

Fang Xiao, who was still playing with stones just now, saw his brother being hugged, and covered his eyes with his fleshy little hands, as if he didn't see or see.

Fang Yun was a little embarrassed by his younger brother's clever movements, but helplessly, her husband's embrace was too warm, and after pretending to struggle for a while, he nestled in the other's arms with peace of mind and smiled comfortably.

"Brother Mo's arms are so warm, warmer than the sun." Fang Yun put on his shoes and socks after washing his feet, and kissed Mo Jingcheng's side lightly.

Like a dragonfly on the water, he quickly backed away.

Fang Xiao, who was about to let go, saw this scene, and immediately covered his eyes consciously, and even turned his back to them.

Faced with her husband's bolder actions, Mo Jingcheng was both happy and overwhelmed.Every time, he had to exert a lot of energy to restrain the images that jumped out of the database for no reason, otherwise his brain would be automatically locked again.

This really made him love and hate, and he couldn't help lowering his head and bit Fang Yun's lips lightly as punishment.

My husband, no matter how naughty he is, he has to be pampered patiently.

At this time, Fang Xiao, who had just turned out of the yard, turned back, holding a small stool in his hand.

"Brother, brother-in-law, Uncle Erniu gave Xiao'er a small bench just now!" Fang Xiao ran up to the two of them and held up the small bench in his hand.

The small bench is exquisitely crafted, the edges and corners are polished very smooth, and the small legs of the stool are even more amazingly flat, one can tell that the workmanship is very fine at a glance.

Suddenly, Mo Jingxiang thought of something, put down the small bench and chased him out.But after one or two steps out of the door, he saw Erniu leaning against the wall.

Er Niu seemed to be standing at the door uneasily, clasping his hands awkwardly. He was leaning against the wall lightly, but when he saw Mo Jingcheng running out, he stood upright in a "snooze" and was not careful. Kicked down the pile of small benches set aside.

"Brother Er Niu, did you make that little bench?" Mo Jingcheng walked up.

Erniu's age was older than Mo Jingcheng's designed age, so Mo Jingcheng called him his elder brother according to etiquette.In order to make Mo Jingcheng look more usable, the researchers designed him to match the appearance and age of young people.

But in fact, as a robot, Mo Jingcheng has no such thing as "age".

Er Niu didn't seem to be quite used to Mo Jingcheng calling him this, so he became even more flustered, and hurriedly said, "I did it."

Hearing this, Mo Jingcheng had a plan in mind, and said politely, "Brother Er Niu, come in for a cup of tea?"

Er Niu, who had never been treated so politely before, did not dare to nod immediately, but carefully confirmed whether the other party's words were true, but the moment he saw Mo Jingcheng's eyes, his heart was filled with unspeakable relief.

There was no deceit in those warm eyes, only sincerity.

Thinking of his purpose of coming here, Er Niu shrank his neck and nodded slightly.

The moment Mo Jingcheng knew that the small bench was made for Er Niu, he had the idea of ​​asking him to help decorate the restaurant.

But before Mo Jingcheng could speak, Er Niu lowered his head and carefully raised it.

"I, I heard that you want to renovate a restaurant, but you can't find a craftsman, so I want to help you. Although I am a carpenter, I have also learned the craft of decorating a shop." Er Niu's voice became smaller and smaller, and he couldn't hear it unless he listened carefully. , "But I'm afraid you think I'm stupid"

"You trusted me so much when I was a scarecrow, so I wondered if I could continue to help you"

He is timid and often ridiculed by the villagers for his good skills.It was Mo Jingcheng who trusted him completely and entrusted him with the work of the scarecrow.

That was the first time he felt respected.

It was only then that Mo Jingcheng realized that it was Erniu who deliberately asked Fang Xiao to bring the small bench in front of him, just because he was afraid that he would be laughed at if he offered it.

"How could we laugh at you? It's too late for Fang Yun and I to thank you." Mo Jingcheng hurriedly explained.

At first he thought he would be made fun of, but when he heard an unbelievable answer, Er Niu suddenly raised his head, his cloudy eyes glistened with tears, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Fang Yun and I both admire your craftsmanship." Mo Jingcheng said seriously, "Brother Erniu is willing to help us decorate the restaurant, we are all at ease."

Fang Yun on the side also nodded seriously.

Er Niu couldn't hold it back, sobbed once or twice, then wiped away tears with his sleeves, puffed up his chest and said courageously: "Then show me the blueprint you designed."

After finally finding a suitable carpenter, Mo Jingcheng hurried to the house and handed over the blueprints that had already been designed.Er Niu spread out the drawings and carefully calculated in his mind how to do the best.

"The design is indeed a bit complicated, but I can do it well." Er Niu whispered.

It was the first time that Er Niu was completely trusted, so Er Niu was also full of great motivation. He said "after wrapping it on me" and rushed back to prepare materials without even drinking tea.

Mo Jingcheng got up to see him out, heaved a sigh of relief when he came back, and smiled at Fang Yun.

As the matter of decoration was finally settled, Fang Yun decided to make some shortbread for winter.

There is no such thing as an oven in this world, and it is very troublesome to use soil to pile up the baking table. It is very troublesome to make shortbread, so ordinary people do not easily make shortbread with complicated procedures on weekdays.

But I am happy today, and there is still half a can of jam left, which is sweet and sour with shortbread, so I am willing to trouble.

The baking table used for baking cakes is very particular. The mud used should not be too dry or too wet. It is necessary to use the thin mud by the stream, which will not have too much fishy smell.

Before it was too late, Mo Jingcheng went to the stream to get some.

Although he has never done a baking table, there are clear steps in his mind, so it is not difficult for Mo Jingcheng.He is not good at cooking, but it is still possible to help Fang Yun.

Do not add firewood immediately after the baking stand is finished, otherwise the mud will be easily dried, and the shortbread made will not be crisp and will be too moist.So after the baking table was ready, Mo Jingcheng washed his hands and helped Fang Yun knead the noodles together.

Mo Jingcheng didn't know how to knead noodles, so he could only add some water or vegetable oil to help.Occasionally seeing Fang Yun's broken hair sticking to his face, he carefully stroked it behind Fang Yun's ear.

Fang Yun felt itching on his face, so he raised his head to look at Mo Jingcheng, and then smiled at each other with staring eyes.

The kneaded dough was quickly placed on the baking table.Fearing that the cakes would be stained with mud if they were put directly on it, Mo Jingcheng also put a small pan specially bought from a blacksmith's shop.

It can be used not only for heat transfer, but also to avoid direct contact between the mud stove and the food.

Some raisins were left to dry on the roof, so Mo Jingcheng used a hook to take it off and sprinkle some on it.In an instant, the sweetness overflowed and filled the whole night.

Knowing that he had to eat the shortbread that was only available during the New Year's Eve, Fang Xiao spun around happily, chatting with the flowers in the garden for a while, and teasing the small fish in the tank for a while.

The fish caught in the stream last time was too small, so the couple changed to a smaller tank and bought some aquatic plants for Fang Xiao to play with and to keep him company.

They live at the bottom of the mountain, far away from Xinghua Village, and there are not many children of the same age living around, so Fang Xiao sometimes feels lonely.

The flames rang "zilazila", and the smell of roasting mixed with fruity fragrance filled the air and drifted straight to the neighbor's house.

Xu Shi smelled the fragrance, and Li Aniang, who was walking back from the vegetable field, knocked on the door curiously.The three of them looked at the door together when they heard the knock on the door.

Fang Yun likes to look at the flowers in the garden during the evening meal, so the door of their yard is open during the evening meal, and it is not closed at this time.But Aunt Li didn't come in directly, and stopped at the door.

Seeing Aunt Li, Mo Jingcheng hurriedly got up and walked over and said, "Aniang Li, come in quickly."

"No, boy Mo, I just want to see what you are doing, it smells so good." Aunt Li smiled shyly.

"It's shortbread, it's almost ready, Aniang Li, take some home for Le'er to eat." Fang Yun also walked over, showing a sweet smile.

When he was at a loss living alone, it was Li Aniang and the village chief who helped him, and Fang Yun was very grateful.

Li Aniang has a one-year-old grandson in her family, so she didn't refuse at this time, so she thanked her.

The shortbread was ready in a while, and Fang Yun filled a big oil bag for her with a smile.Aunt Li also generously kept some of the white radishes she just picked, and Fang Yun accepted it with a smile.

Xinghua Village is like this, there are comings and goings, but even a vegetable or a piece of cake carries countless affections.

The sunset slowly appeared in the sky, Fang Yun picked up a white radish, and rubbed his sweet voice into the indigo cloud.

"Brother Mo, let's make carrot cake."

The evening wind blew gently, the flames were blown up and down, and Mo Jingcheng's heart was also stirred in the clouds.

Looking at Fang Yun's star eyes, Mo Jingcheng smiled slightly.

"it is good."

Evening wind and setting sun, accompanied by husband, just right.