doting queen

The smell of fish wafted from Zhuangyan's house in the morning, and the smell of stewed chicken wafted out from Zhuangyan's house at noon, and everyone's saliva almost flooded the whole village.

The countryside is not as good as the wealthy people in the prefectural city. They only eat chicken during the Chinese New Year all year round, let alone the solemn stewed Buddha jumping over the wall.

"Solemn, is there any happy event in your family?"

"Oh, why did you kill the laying chicken at home?"

"Are you talking about having a wife?"

Zhuang Yan didn't answer their words, and moved the lit stove to the corner closest to the young master, and fanned the fire with a small fan.

When the golden soup was bubbling and bubbling, he put the chopped ginger, knotted green onions... etc. into the jar, closed the lid and was ready to go out.

In the early winter weather, there is a bit of cold wind every day, the wind is a greedy guy, and the smell of soup spreads to the yards of each family, and the young master's yard is full of the smell of chicken soup.

When Zhuang Yan passed by the door, the young master was holding a bowl of cold water.

The eyes were wet, and the two looked at each other, Zhuang Yan thought he would be frightened again, but unexpectedly the young master stood still with tears rolling in his eyes.

Zhuang Yan's heart suddenly softened into a mess, and he just wanted to go and hold him tightly in his arms, tell him to be a little darling, tell him not to be sad, and give him what he wants.

Fortunately, on the basis of his reason, he turned his eyes away in time, and returned to the manor behind him for questioning. He raised his voice and said: "Buddha jumps over the wall to get wild quail eggs, fresh shrimp... I will go Climb trees to dig out bird eggs, go into the sea to catch shrimps, and make Buddha jump over the wall that even monks love to eat.”

What they said was true, it was a breeze for their man, he left after speaking, and returned with a full load in less than half an hour.

In the past, the young master always sat at the door of the back room, avoiding the people outside the door, but now he was a little bolder because of the food hook, and sat in the courtyard bluntly.

When Zhuang Yan passed by, he heard the young master aggrievedly ask Fugui who was setting up the stove, "What are we having for dinner? I'm really hungry."

Fugui yelled at the top of his voice, "You can't work your limbs, you can't distinguish the five grains, and you can't pick your strength. Drink some cold water and you'll be full. What else do you want to eat!"

The young master glanced at the solemnity of Youyou's return home, the tears that had been held back for a day rolled down with the broken beads, patter, he quickly lowered his head to avoid being seen, he missed his mother, mother never would Make him hungry.

Solemnly squeezed the basket tightly, wanting to go in and beat Fugui violently, but he held back, it would not be too late to hook the young master over and kill him.

When I got home, I solemnly boiled the quail eggs, picked out the shrimp strings, and put them into the jar one by one. The original delicious aroma became even stronger.

Then wait for nightfall.

Not to mention that the hungry young master couldn't stand it, even the village head's family members who were well fed and drunk were tortured by the scent so that they couldn't fall asleep and swallowed their saliva.

The waiting time was long, and Zhuang Yan had nothing to do to make hand-rolled noodles. The noodles were blended just right, and the strength of stretching was only left in the pot.

At Xu time, it was so dark that no shadow could be seen.

Solemnly arranged the bowls and chopsticks, and poured a pot of soup.

The young master appeared at his door, his eyes were red, and his whole body was trembling, "You, you...do you still count what you said?"

Zhuang Yan was so distressed that he clenched his fingers tightly, but his voice was soft, "As a count, you eat first, I'll go and eat the noodles."

As he said that, when the young master came over, he stuffed Mrs. Tang into the young master's arms, filled a bowl of soup with a chicken leg and put it on the table, "Don't be starving."

The young master sniffed, making people feel sorry for him.

Zhuang Yan went to the kitchen to order noodles, and filled a bowl full for the two of them.

When he came out with the bowl, the young master hadn't moved his chopsticks yet.

"Why haven't you eaten yet?" Zhuang Yan asked.

The young master licked his lips, "Wait...wait for you."

Zhuang Yan's heart warmed up. He came here all these years alone, and in the dead of night, he wanted such a person to stand by the table and wait for him to eat together.

He suppressed the dirty idea of ​​pressing the young master on the table, mixed the soup and noodles and handed it to the young master, "Let's eat together."

The young master came from a wealthy family, even if he was very hungry, he would not gobble it up, he ate the chicken legs in small bites, licked the tender meat on the bones, he ate very delicately, he was as solemn as a wolf, his eyes only glowed green.

"You...cooked really delicious." The young master was embarrassed by being stared at, blushed and sucked the noodles into his mouth, "It's even better than the cook the aunt hired."

"It's delicious, eat more." Zhuang Yan added shrimp and eggs for him.

Two quarters of an hour after the meal, the young master's belly was swollen, his face was hot, his brows and eyes were bent with satisfaction, and he hugged Mrs. Tang to say thank you.

Zhuang Yan hummed and stared at him.

After a few breaths, the young master realized what he was about to do, blushing with a pretty face, and his voice was like a mosquito, "Do you want to kiss, kiss?"

Zhuang Yan is not a good-tempered person at all, cooking is like boiling frogs in warm water, and when the young master came over, he immediately let the young master sit in his arms.

The young master was a timid one, and when he yelled at him, he immediately clamped his waist tightly, not daring to speak even though he felt uncomfortable.

Zhuang Yan bit the young master's mouth, and kissed his lips fiercely, making his tongue numb.

The young master was ignorant of love, so he resisted a few times, and could only let him kiss with his mouth open, saying: "Tongue hurts...I'm going to die."

A sudden soft word yelled out the solemn soul, and he wanted to kiss him and let him go, but he didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable.

He squeezed the young master's waist, and ordered him fiercely, "stick out your tongue and let me see."

As if he had lost his soul, the young master obediently stuck out his tongue for him to see.

With red eyes, Zhuang Yan licked his tongue as if to comfort him, "Why does it hurt, huh?"

The young master replied humbly, he was out of breath.

Panting solemnly, "Are you still hungry?"

"No...not hungry anymore. You, don't take off...pants..."

"My dear, you're going to call me to death." Majestic pressed his forehead against his forehead, and gently seduced him, "Brother, will you take a bath?"

Ever since he picked up the bag, the young master hadn't changed into clean clothes for a few days. He wanted to nod, but was frightened by being touched by Zhuang Yan, so he blushed and asked him, "Do you also have to kiss in the bath?"

Shocked by his cuteness, Zhuang Yan kissed him with a smile, "You are my heart, my heart, my little heart."

The overbearing kiss made the young master's nerves tense, and the happiness he had just obtained vanished in an instant, and the little hands pushed wildly on the solemn and strong chest without any strength, "Liar, you said... you only kissed..."

Yan Yan held his hand and squeezed his fingers, "Can I let my brother kiss other places? My brother will treat you well."

"No, it's not good." The young master was so frightened that tears only fell down.

Majestic and distressed, he was unwilling to make things difficult for him, so he could only kiss his eyes and mouth, and almost gnawed off the skin of the young master a few times back and forth.

The young master's legs were weak, and he was about to fall when his feet hit the ground.

Zhuang Yan picked him up, but he didn't eat anyone, so he felt angry, and said coldly: "There is hot water in the pot in the kitchen, and I will sleep with my brother tonight."

The young master's expression changed, he pulled his clothes, and whispered, "I... I'll kiss you again tomorrow, don't be angry, okay..."

The manor was at a loss again, wishing he could swallow him up.

The young master was sobbing, really afraid that Zhuang Yan would be angry.

Fugui didn't give him anything to eat tonight, and even took away his money, planning to starve him to death and run away, he was afraid...

Seeing that Zhuang Yan didn't speak, the young master burst into tears, "Kiss your little mouth, will you feed me well..."