Wearing a mountain village tuff

After tidying up and going to bed, the wind outside suddenly picked up, and there was a whining and tugging sound.It's like knocking the house down.

There was a flash of white light in the sky, and the sound of thunder exploded.Ye Baiyou's words were completely drowned out.

Shen Wujing looked at the person who was sitting far away just now voluntarily throwing himself into his arms, he said with a smile: "What did Fu Lang just say?"

Ye Baiyou grabbed a strand of Shen Wujing's hair and slowly pulled it over her eyes.

"Have the things in the village been moved now?"

"It's raining now, and it takes a long time to go up the mountain. What if they get sick?"

Shen Wujing patted his head: "Don't worry, Fulang, we've already moved."

"So fast?"

"Well, it's raining, they will find a place to hide themselves."

The way he took his brother up and down the mountain was not the same as that of them.Going that way would save half the time.But it's not easy to go with my brother.

Ye Baiyou pulled down the cold hair on his eyelids, and stared straight at Shen Wujing with a pair of round eyes.

"What's Fulang thinking?"

"Did not you say……"

Shen Wujing raised her eyebrows, looking at her brother who was embarrassed and eager to try.He hid the teasing in front of him: "What did I say?"

Ye Baiyou gritted her teeth and turned over.

"You tell me!"

Shen Wujing chuckled.The deep voice hit Ye Baiyou's heart like raindrops.Seeing that Ye Baiyou was going to be annoyed, Shen Wujing signaled that he had quietly touched the open front of his clothes.

"It's all like this, Fu Lang is not satisfied?"

Ye Baiyou blinked her eyes, and put her palms on her beautiful abs.

"Hooligans."

The tip of her nose was scraped off, and Ye Baiyou leaned over.His chin rested on Shen Wujing's smooth chest. "It's not a hooligan."

Shen Wujing stroked his smooth shoulder. "What's that called?"

"Food and sex—" Tears overflowed from Ye Baiyou's eyes, and she slowly hooked the man's neck and kissed her lips.

If your man doesn't sleep, is that your own?

The clattering rain became louder, playing joyful songs in the night.

The rain hit the plantains, and the bright young leaves in the yard were overwhelmed, tossing with the terrifying storm.

The fog rose at some point, and the soft and comfortable water vapor was gradually hidden in the moist rain.The sound of the rain was suppressed, broken intermittently by the occasional muffled thunder.

The rain that lingered over the eaves overnight was enough, and it stopped hastily in the early hours of the morning.

A cold autumn rain.

Open the window and look far away, the rain and fog have become real.It softened into a white ribbon on the distant mountain.wrap around the mountains.

The sound of rain can sleep peacefully, and I slept well all night.

Except for a little soreness in the waist, I feel comfortable from the heart to the body.

"Sanggong—" The voice was hoarse, Ye Baiyou pursed his lips, and continued to shout outside the screen, "Sanggong."

The candlelight moved from far to near, revealing the man's figure.

Ye Baiyou rolled over under the blanket like a lazy bone, and then stretched out her arm to the man.

Shen Wujing put the candles, leaned over and carried the person out of the bed. "The little ancestor is awake."

Ye Baiyou is soft and simple, hanging on the man.Ye Baiyou was unmoved by a light pat on the buttocks.

"No clothes on."

His whole body was so soft that he was afraid that it would slip from the palm of his hand.

Clothes of the same color as the man covered her body. Ye Baiyou was comfortable being served last night, and now she is nestling in his arms obediently and letting the man mess with her.After getting dressed, I combed my hair.

Ye Baiyou raised his hand to the candlelight, looking at the sharp teeth marks on the tiger's mouth. "You bit me again?"

Shen Wujing pinched his thin white feet, the red plums were shining brightly on it, and there were countless bumps on the inside of the calf.

He said: "I can't put it down, I can't help it."

Ye Baiyou snorted.Quietly curled up his toes.

Shen Wujing scratched lightly, causing her brother to keep laughing and slipping into his arms.Shen Wujing gave up and put on his shoes.

Brother's body is fragrant, clean like a glutinous rice dumpling.Whenever Shen Wujing hugs her, her teeth itch.

He wanted to tear apart his husband and eat him.

Being led by a man, he walked a few steps.Ye Baiyou stood where he was.

Shen Wujing stopped and turned around: "Fu Lang?"

Ye Baiyou looked at the sky from the window and moved closer to the man.He whispered: "Rub your waist."

"I kneaded you for a long time last night."

"Do you rub it or not!"

Look, after waking up, it looks like this pair of fangs and claws again.I don't know who kept pestering me last night, but now I know I'm tired.

Even though she thought so, Shen Wujing couldn't bear to let her brother suffer.He held the person with one hand and sat on his arm.The other hand rested on brother's body and gently squeezed.

Ye Baiyou hugged his neck, sighing comfortably, like a cat being petted.

After staying in the room for a while, the two of them went upstairs neatly dressed.

Baishuang was busy in the front hall, Ye Baiyou greeted her, and went to the back kitchen.

Bai Shuang looked at Shen Wujing closely following Ye Baiyou's pace, and smiled.His son really likes to cling to his wife.

Back kitchen, Shisan has nothing to do now, so follow Twelve to watch the fire or make a strike.

On the stove, the buns in the other two pots had already been steamed.In the third pot next to the outside, the water was already boiling.

Today, Ye Baiyou is going to start making rice noodles for morning meals.

On the other side, Aunt Qin and Lao Jiu were cooking pasta.On Ye Baiyou's side, since the man followed in, he naturally had to work.

"Sir, take out the rice noodles and put them in the bucket."

Ye Baiyou still felt a little hot when shouted in front of so many people.

But Shen Wujing is the most useful, he will do whatever he is asked to do.

"How much?"

The rice noodles were delivered in bundles, and there were ten smaller bundles in one large bundle.Do this on the first day, and you can't do too much.

Ye Baiyou: "Take five first."

If it is not enough, just soak again.Anyway, rice noodles soak quickly.What's more, with five handfuls of dry powder, it's not too little to soak it out.

"Ma'am, can we have noodles this morning?"

Ye Baiyou nodded: "You can do whatever you want."

Lao Jiu and the others help here, provide food, and give another one or two silvers a month.Originally, the chef wanted to give five taels, but they didn't accept it.

After all, it is a family, Ye Baiyou can only try his best to meet their requirements.

The rice noodle soup is the bone soup that has been boiled overnight, and the toppings are only fried sauce and peas.Counting the plain ones and the two together, there are four kinds in total.

But enough for now.

After the guests get used to a bowl of noodles in the morning, there will be various toppings, mixed noodles, fried noodles, etc. in the future.

Now at the end of Mao, the shop only opens at Chen.

Ye Baiyou first cooked a few bowls for his family who had been busy all morning to eat.

After the rice noodles are soaked, put them directly in the strainer for several times of boiling water.Throw in a few green cabbage leaves.After boiling for less than 1 minute, take it out and pour it into the bowl where the base material has been adjusted.

Shen Wujing served bone soup on the side.

"What toppings does Aunt Qin want?" The man beside him asked skillfully.

The corners of Ye Baiyou's lips curled up slightly, and he pushed the other bowl over.

"I'll do it myself, my lord will do my own first." Every time Shen Wujing asked, everyone's work would stop.Ye Baiyou even used him as a tool to urge him to eat.

The rice noodles are hot a few times.

One bowl per person.Ye Baiyou followed Shen Wujing out, holding chopsticks in his hand.

"It's been a long time since I ate rice noodles." Lao Jiu squatted at the door of the kitchen with the bowl in his hand, and just spread his chopsticks like that.

There is a special corridor in the backyard of the restaurant, which is sheltered from the rain.Ye Baiyou sat opposite Shen Wujing, looking at his brightly colored rice noodles that night.

Thick pea toppings cover it, and the white rice noodles on the side are stained with red chili oil.

It smells the fresh aroma of big bone soup and the stimulating aroma of chili oil.The saliva is secreted very quickly, and the appetite of the day is opened by pointing at this rice noodle.

Whatever was put in Ye Baiyou's bowl, that's what Shen Wujing put.

As soon as you stir it, the morning breeze blows the heat around.

Just take the meat covered with toppings, and send it into your mouth with a little vegetable leaf.After one bite, all kinds of things burst into the mouth, and I was so satisfied that I almost floated up.

Ye Baiyou blew a few mouthfuls, and put another mouthful of powder into his mouth.After that greedy energy, he began to observe the people in front of him.

He originally thought that Young Master Shen couldn't eat very well, and he didn't like spicy food either.

But now, people are addicted to spicy food.

Originally, looking at a person who looked like snow on the top of the mountain, he could eat spicy food better than himself.After just a few mouthfuls, the hot oil was already on the thin lips, making them red and moist.

Seeing the long hair sliding down from behind him, Ye Baiyou quickly got rid of what was in her bowl.Then he walked behind him and grabbed those disobedient long hair.Just so that his Young Master Shen can eat comfortably.

Shen Wujing glanced at him, Ye Baiyou grabbed his long hair with one hand, and slid his other hand on his tall nose bridge.

"Look, I'm sweating from eating."

Shen Wujing took a look at Ye Baiyou's empty bowl, and with the help of her husband, she settled down to three taels of rice noodles.

Seeing that he was gentle, yet he ate everything out of the bowl as big as his face, Ye Baiyou seemed to have stars hidden in his eyes.

"That's right, keep it up in the future."

Shen Wujing wiped her mouth, and pulled her brother to sit in her arms.His eyes fixed on Ye Baiyou's red lips, and he wiped them carefully.

"Xiaohuamao." His voice was a little low from the heat, and it stopped in his ears as softly as if he was being lulled to sleep.

Ye Baiyou stared at him, almost drowning in the man's tenderness.

As soon as the hand on his mouth was released, he snickered and hugged the man's neck and arched wildly. "Master Shen, do you want to get tired of me to death?"

Shen Wujing put her hands on the person's side and said with a light smile, "I can't bear it."

Ye Baiyou supported the man's shoulders with both hands, and stood up bluffing. "No, I'm afraid I won't work again if I stay with you any longer."

With that said, he packed up the dishes and left immediately.

Shen Wujing looked at her brother's hasty back and laughed dumbfoundedly. "Slow down."

"I know."

-

Early in the morning, I knew that an old customer who had something new to eat came early.As soon as the restaurant door opened, there were already a dozen guests waiting outside.

"Brother Shuang, I came out with a new meal this morning, what is it?" The shopkeeper of the bank was speaking, a fat old man with a happy face.Whether he smiled or not, the corners of his mouth were raised.

He looks like a good old man, but only those who have dealt with him know that this old man is smarter than anyone else.

"Master Qian, it's rice noodles."

"Have a bowl!"

"How many taels do you want? And do you want toppings? The toppings include peas and fried sauce. You can mix the two, but it's only a penny more expensive."

"Three taels! Both."

Bai Shuang smiled coquettishly: "Is it still medium spicy?"

"Yes!" Shopkeeper Qian laughed until his eyes narrowed.Look, after so many visits, Brother Shuang remembers his own taste.He proudly puffed out his stomach to another fat middle-aged man who was pulled out of the bed by him.

"My son, I promise you will want to eat it once."

His son, Qian Zilai squinted his eyes and was still biting his head. "Father, it's done, I will accompany you just this once."

Seeing that Bai Shuang was still waiting for his order, the former shopkeeper glared at the person who was still asleep, and said directly: "His is just like mine."

At the end, he added another sentence: "I have a lot of ice powder."

Bai Shuang nodded, and quickly sent the previous request to the back kitchen.

As more and more diners looked for breakfast to serve, the chubby body of Shopkeeper Qian who was waiting on the seat couldn't sit still.Seeing his son who was still asleep in front of him, Shopkeeper Qian said in a low voice, "How can I raise such a son as you, and still can't wake up?"

After the words fell, they also arrived.

Shopkeeper Qian glanced at the toppings piled high in the bowl, and didn't care whether he was a son or not.He immediately started stirring.

After swallowing the smooth rice noodles in one gulp, the former shopkeeper squinted his eyes in comfort.

Looking at the huge lump of meat in front of him, he pulled another bowl of rice noodles in front of him. "If you don't eat it, I will bring my grandson to eat it next time."

While sleeping comfortably, Qian came from the tip of his nose with a pungent smell.He got up with that gluttonous energy, and quickly cleared the troubles in his mind.

Searching for something, he opened his eyes spontaneously.

What I saw was indeed my own Lao Tzu eating and feasting on a bowl of food.

Qian Zilai immediately remembered that it was his father who brought him here for the morning meal.

"Father, pass me the bowl next door."

Shopkeeper Qian was eating happily and was sweating profusely.He just pretended not to hear what his son said.

Since Qian looked at his father's appearance, he knew that he was angry.Smiling flatteringly, like testing the meat of a tiger, he quietly grabbed another bowl.

After dragging slowly for a few times, seeing the old man's sight, he tightened his skin.

Look at the sauce-colored minced meat and green-yellow peas on it.Couldn't help swallowing.

He can bend and stretch, and said with a smile: "Father, didn't you mean to bring me to eat delicious food? Let's try it!"

Shopkeeper Qian snorted, and finally looked away.

The Qian family can be regarded as a respectable family in the county. They have no shortage of money, and they buy everything they like for food.There is a special cook in the Qian family's house to cook, but since the old man bought buns outside once, he seldom eats at home.

At this moment, Qian Zilai looked at the bowl in front of him and swallowed.

Stir patiently and evenly, then took a big mouthful, blew a few times and stuffed it into his mouth.

Shopkeeper Qian only glanced at him, and continued to eat contentedly.

He waited until a piercing cough sounded from the opposite side, and then he smiled and poured some water from the teapot on the table.Pushing it over, he said, "Drink some."

Thirteen just came out and put down the ice powder the old man ordered.

Seeing Qian Zilai looking at his bowl, he suddenly hugged it in his arms.

"This is not for you."

As he said that, Qian Zilai took a leisurely mouthful of ice powder in front of Qian Zilai, whose face was flushed from coughing.

"Oh! That's how it tastes, okay——"

Qian Zilai managed to slow down, and now he was stuffing the rice noodles carefully, and kept staring at the old man's ice bowl-like thing from time to time.

After eating the three taels of rice noodles, Qian Zilai sighed and leaned back in his chair.Holding his round belly in both hands, his eyes were still fixed on him holding the bowl.

"Father, the things in your bowl..."

He wanted to order some just now, but the ice powder was limited, and it was long gone.

The old man picked up the bowl a few times and poured it directly into his mouth, chew it and swallow it.He smiled and said, "What's in the bowl?"

Regret flashed across Qian Zilai's eyes.

"What are you doing, Qian Fuyu!"

"I want to sleep, what do I do?"

The old man patted his stomach and got up. "Pay for yourself!"

Shen Wujing stood behind the counter and heard what they said.Said to the old man: "Twelve words of sincerity and benefit."

Qian Zilai's eyes widened, and he lost his voice in astonishment: "So cheap?"

"It's the common people's business, and the customers are happy to eat."

Qian Zilai waved his hand with a smile: "I'll give you ten coins, and you don't have to pay back any more."

Shen Wujing continued calmly: "Thank you, guest."

Three liang of luxurious pea mixed rice noodles cost three renminbi, Ye Baiyou sells three liang of noodles, the plain one costs five renminbi, and the one with two toppings costs seven renminbi.For ordinary people, two or two rice noodles are enough, and adding a topping is only five cents.

If it is more expensive than the stall of the old couple outside.But it is much cheaper than other restaurants that cost tens of pennies.

Good reputation and fair price.Ye Baiyou's shop was full of customers.

The five handfuls of soaked rice noodles were quickly sold out.

Guessing the guests behind, he took the opportunity to drink another five handfuls.Calculated, the dry powder is sixty catties, and one catty of dry powder can soak three catties of wet powder.This will be enough.

After finishing the meal, Ye Baiyou looked at the excited old nine who was circling around the bucket, and she couldn't stand up straight anymore.

Really, people compare to others, and it makes people mad.

How could he get tired so easily?Even Aunt Qin looked more energetic than him.

Ye Baiyou hammered his lower back, and was driven out by Aunt Qin to rest amid Twelve's laughter.He looked at half of the guests in the lobby, greeted him with a smile, and then went upstairs.

Climbing up to the third floor, I was so tired that I was panting.

Looking at the man sitting in front of the window staggeringly, Ye Baiyou turned his steps towards the bed and went directly to his man.

As he got closer, his body softened.

When he came back to his senses, he was being led to sit on the man's lap.

"tired?"

"Backache, why am I so useless?"

Shen Wujing kissed her brother's forehead. "Why did Fu Lang say that?"

"Aunt Qin seems to have better physical strength than me." The resentment in Ye Baiyou's words almost turned into substance.

"Ayou want to practice?"

Ye Baiyou's eyes sparkled: "Is it okay?"

Shen Wujing: "It's called Xianggong."

Ye Baiyou bent his eyes: "My husband——"

The author says:

Some kind of field (coaxing): Dear little pomelo, do you want this Mr. Jin, or Mr. Silver?

Yuzu: I want my rich husband!

Gold and silver and so on, if you sell a certain field, it must not be as much as his husband.

Some kind of field: Bah!Look down on who, woo woo woo...