The little man on the apex

The dumpling is still a small milk dumpling, and it is not vicious at all. It sounds like a baby, with a round belly and a big head.

That's all, it doesn't seem to have a neck, and the two parts are connected together. If you don't look carefully, you will really think it is a ball of thread.

At this moment, it was biting the hem of Yan Heyi's gown and pulling it back vigorously.

However, there is another fatal feature of this regiment, that is, the limbs are slightly short, so Yuan Xi is often worried that the regiment will rub their stomachs when they walk.

It didn't pull a few times, and when its hind legs slipped, it fell firmly on the ground.

Yan Heyi looked at him with a different look, and couldn't help laughing out loud. Tuanzi struggled a few times before getting up, and simply lay on the ground, yelling at Yan Heyi in a low voice.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Even if the regiment used eighteen kinds of martial arts, Yan Heyi's attention was always on Yuanxi.

After all, the beauty is in her arms, her fragrant shoulders are half exposed, she is panting slightly, and her dimples are rising into red clouds... It seems a bit exaggerated... and this is mostly the imagination of Mr. Yan...

In short, who still cares about dogs?

Yuan Xi's upper body trembled slightly, and a pair of innocent dog eyes were covered with a layer of mist, abruptly becoming seductive.

Every time Yan Heyi sees Yuan Xi's eyes like this, Yan Heyi always has the urge to bully him, feeling that she must make people's eyes flush and even tears.

Fortunately, I have read the books of sages and sages for a few more years, otherwise there would be another "beast" in this world.

However, he thought to himself, wearing a gentle gown like this, but acting like this in the kitchen, is really no different from a "beast".

While thinking about it, the lips pressed together again.

In fact, compared with the person in his arms, what is the taste of this apricot preserve?

If Yuan Xi knew that Yan Heyi thought this way, he would definitely argue with him at the top of his voice: Candied apricots are the most delicious, much more delicious than your scary Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan, who has no taste, is still eating Yuan Xi, who is very tasty. Yuan Xi keeps hiding by his neck, but always pinches his chin and kisses him.

Between his lips and tongue, Yuan Xi trembled and squeezed out a broken sentence: "Brother...Brother, Xiao Hei is still... Xiao Hei is still young, I can't see this kind of..."

He closed his eyes again and made a bigger concession: "It's Tuan... Tuanzi, brother..."

Yan Heyi smiled silently, and left according to the words: "It's true, Tuanzi can't see this."

He wanted to tease Yuan Xi again, so he leaned into his ear and said, "Then why not... let's go to the couch."

Yuan Xi hurriedly took advantage of the gap to pull up the clothes that had almost fallen off halfway, then shook his head in horror.

Yan Heyi stretched out her hand to help him straighten his collar, and brushed Yuan Xi's face with her hand like a ghost, and finally stopped on his lips that were several times redder than usual: "It's a little swollen, Yuan Xi, I'm sorry."

Yuan Xi didn't see any meaning related to "sorry" in Yan Heyi's eyes, so he hurriedly pushed his chest, and then took the opportunity to jump off the stage.

He picked up the dumpling that was still lying on the ground, and hugged it tightly in his arms: "Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei, it's too difficult to eat. You must be self-reliant in the future."

"Also, Mr. Xiang must not find someone stronger than you, otherwise he will only be bullied."

"Hey - let's go play in the yard and ignore him, okay?"

Listening to these words, Yan Heyi felt amused in her heart: It was obviously you, a little villain, who came to tease me first, so why blame someone else?

However, the title Xianggong is very useful to me.

He lowered his head and smiled subconsciously: "When will the little ancestor call me Mr. Gong?"

In order for Yuanxi to call her husband-in-law as soon as possible, Yan Heyi decided to find a matchmaker to prepare for the marriage, but before that, there was one more thing to do, which was the tablet of Yuanxi's parents.

During Qingming, I promised him that I would go to the Taoist temple in the town to ask for two tablets to enshrine, but I never cared about it afterwards, so I have to hurry up now.

If it drags on for a long time, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law annoy themselves in the sky, it would be not so good.

After going to bed at night, Yuan Xi rarely moved around, but lay on Yan Heyi's arm obediently, wrapping his arms around his waist.

After several nights of trying, Yan Heyi finally figured out a way to keep her arms from numbness, which was to put her arms under Yuan Xi's neck.

Yuan Xi had a big head and a pillow, so there was just a gap under his neck.

In this way, people can be held tightly in their arms without being too numb by Yuan Xi's head.

There is another method, which is to let Yuan Xi rest on his chest or shoulder, so that Yuan Xi can lie on his body, and the two of them can stick closer.

In short, you must be rigorous in learning, and you must be rigorous on the bed.

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As soon as she opened her eyes in the morning, Yan Heyi had a new understanding of the method she summed up: the idea is not a problem, but it is not honest to sleep with the little ancestor.

At some point, Yuan Xi's big furry head rested on Yan Heyi's arm again, and the whole arm went numb again as expected.

Moreover, Yuan Xi's legs were dishonest, one was tightly wrapped around Yan Heyi's waist, and the other stretched between his legs.

Man's morning...inevitable...

In short, this is another extremely embarrassing situation.

Fortunately, Yuan Xi was a little confused, every time he was about to wake up, he would always move around on Yan Heyi's body, so he quickly turned his legs aside.

Originally, the two of them planned to go to the town this morning, but something happened in the village, Yuanxi belatedly asked Zhou Ziyu to ask about the situation, and the two of them failed to go.

As I said before, there was a butcher in the village who took over the unowned loquat forest without authorization. He relied on his strong growth and was used to being domineering, so he was not very polite to anyone.

He was the only butcher in the village, and every family had to go to him to buy meat, so they didn't care too much about it, otherwise, they would have to go to the town to buy meat, and no one would have that kind of time all day long.

This butcher is also surnamed Zhou, and it seems to be related to Zhou Ziyu's family through several generations.

Looking back at this area of ​​the mountain, Zhou is a common surname. According to the old people in the village, the original surname of the ancestors in this area was Zhou. Later, as people moved in and out, the surnames increased. For example, Aunt Gu came from a far away moved from place to place.

Yan Heyi's Yan surname is also the only one in the village. His great-grandfather was surnamed Zhou, and his great-grandmother was from out of town with the surname Yan.

After getting married, the great-grandmother lived with her husband in Ping'an Village. The two loved each other very much. They only had one child, and they followed their mother and took the surname Yan.

Although the loquat grove was occupied by the butcher Zhou, the villagers also had a way. They quietly drilled a hole in the fence, so they could go in and pick the loquats to eat. For so many years, the two places have lived in peace.

Recently, for some reason, the Zhou butcher became obsessed with the mulberry forest next to the loquat forest, and built a fence outside to prevent the villagers from picking it at will.

It is not unreasonable to say that public anger is hard to offend. Zhou Tuhu was so aggressive that the villagers were completely enraged.

No, early this morning, there were quite a few people around the mulberry forest, all of whom were watching Zhou Tuhu arguing with Zhou Ziyu's mother.

Although after so many generations, the kinship has faded to almost nothing, but after generations, Aunt Zhou's seniority is high, and the butcher Zhou still has to call Aunt Zhou "Grandma".

Therefore, the task of negotiating with Butcher Zhou naturally fell on Aunt Zhou.

Aunt Zhou was not one to swallow her anger, she burst out a few words like a cannonball, making Butcher Zhou's neck red with rage.

Naturally, he refused to call grandma honestly according to his seniority. He kept saying "shrew" and "Mrs. Zhou" over and over again, and when he got angry, he said something like "Ignorant woman, how can you speak here?" The people next to her couldn't stand it. They all condemned him with Aunt Zhou.

Looking back at this area of ​​the mountain, anyone who looks down on women and younger brothers will be greatly despised. Butcher Zhou scolding Aunt Zhou for this is considered an outrage, which is more infuriating than the act of occupying the loquat forest and mulberry forest. .

However, Butcher Zhou was born burly, with a thick back and a fat waist, and he slaughtered pigs all the year round.

Compared with others, Aunt Zhou was indeed the most courageous, she rushed forward to tear down the fence surrounding the forest.

Unexpectedly, Butcher Zhou grabbed Aunt Zhou's arm and tried to push her away.

Before he could exert any strength, someone grabbed his wrist.

When Aunt Zhou saw who it was, she immediately felt confident, and her courage became real.

Just now, someone saw that something was wrong, so he ran to call Uncle Zhou, who was repairing the tools used in the field at home, and when he heard about this, he quickly called Zhou Ziyu and Zhou Ziling out.

Zhou Ziling - that is, Zhou Ziyu's eldest brother, he was cautious, first he weighed a pick in his hand, and then asked Zhou Ziyu to call Zhao Jing quickly.

Zhao Jing and Zhou Ziyu were walking fast, arriving earlier than Uncle Zhou and the others. Seeing this scene, they hurried forward and restrained Butcher Zhou.

Butcher Zhou was tall and strong. Although Zhao Jing was a little thinner compared to him, he couldn't stand to be much taller than him, so standing next to him, he didn't feel inferior at all.

As soon as Zhao Jing came, the people present seemed to have gained the backbone, and they spoke more confidently. Butcher Zhou didn't dare to really swing the knife, so he made a few more noises, and then left in a sensible manner.

I don't know who in the crowd came up with an idea, saying that this time, Zhou Tuhu should be treated well, and everyone would not buy his pork. If anyone wanted to buy meat, they would go to the town to buy it. It doesn't matter if you go empty, you can ask someone else to bring it back.

In the end, everyone decided to elect a few representatives to go to the town to buy meat for everyone in turn.

These few days, it was Zhao Jing who was with the Zhou brothers.

At noon, before the private school was over, Zhou Ziyu and Zhao Jing came, carrying a large piece of fat and thin pork, saying that they wanted to add a dish to Mr. Yan and the children of the private school.

When he came to the back kitchen, Zhou Ziyu said, "Xiaojing's cooking skills are also very good", and Uncle Feng from the private school happily gave way to Zhao Jing to cook today's lunch.

Zhao Jing stayed outside for several years, so the taste of the food he made was slightly different from that in Ping'an Village.

This piece of pork looks good and is just right for braised pork.

The braised pork in Ping'an Village is sweet and greasy, and it is red in sauce, which has the characteristics of thick red sauce. Zhao Jing's braised pork is also a little sweet, but with more spices, the meat flavor will be stronger .

A piece of meat is in the mouth, between the lips and teeth, the lean meat is soft and rotten, and the fat meat is like a puddle of water. It melts in the mouth with a light sip, and it doesn't feel greasy at all.