After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

There are still red paper happy characters pasted on the windows and gates, but the lively atmosphere has long since disappeared.

After the second sister, Dong Chuanfang, got into the sedan chair, Liu Yue couldn't hold it back any longer, and she burst into tears.

For several days in a row, Liu Yue looked at Dong Chuanfang's original house foolishly when she had nothing to do.

Other families value sons over daughters, and the married daughters splash water.Dong Chuanlin thinks that his family is a daughter or a treasure and a son or a grass.How many days did Liu Yue not cheer up, and they ate vegetables and radishes for a few days.

Except for the special treatment for pregnant women, everyone else was fooling around casually, causing Dong Chuanliang to sneak into the house as soon as the meal came, picking some bones and fat meat to taste the smell.

Poor Dong Guangcheng and Dong Chuanlin, who dare not speak of their suffering.When Dong Chuanlin's stomach groaned before going to bed, he aroused the idea of ​​learning cooking.

living comfortably without anybody's help.

Liu Yue was still in the sad period, Dong Chuanlin didn't dare to touch her brow.As soon as Dong Chuanliang came home, he was busy with his wife and children, so he didn't have time to talk to him.The food cooked by Dong Guangcheng is not complete in color, aroma and taste.

After much deliberation, Dong Chuanlin happily decided to let Han Song be the best candidate.

In the courtyard of the Han family, Han Song cut some bamboos and was making small hunting tools.

"What did you say?" He raised his eyebrows in shock and said, "Let me teach you how to cook?"

Dong Chuanlin nodded, "That's right, you know how to cook, it's just right to teach me." Seeing that Han Song still didn't understand what he meant, Dong Chuanlin explained the reasons he had thought up before.

The corners of Han Song's mouth twitched after hearing this, "You mean, none of the four members of the Dong family who can cook are suitable to teach you, only me is the most suitable?"

What a ridiculous reason, thanks to him being able to say it out loud, he felt flustered just listening to it.

It is a fact that her daughter is married, and even if Liu Yue is sad, it will only be for a short time. After a while, she will naturally calm down and cook well. There is no need for Dong Chuanlin, who is resting at home during the holidays, to learn cooking temporarily.

Dong Chuanlin, who gave the reason, didn't feel that there was anything wrong, he nodded seriously and said: "This candidate must be you."

He thought about the reason he came up with all night. If he couldn't even deceive himself, how could he use it to deceive others.Dong Chuanlin firmly believes that the reasons are quite sufficient and there is no reason to refuse.

Han Song couldn't help laughing, "Is it a bit boring after staying at home for a long time?"

Dong Chuanlin grinned high and said with a smile: "You really understand me."

It's a bit uncomfortable to suddenly return from a busy and orderly life to a leisurely life.

"Next time you need to use your brain to find a reason." Han Song didn't bother to argue with him, and asked directly: "Time, place, and name of the dish, let's talk."

Dong Chuanlin automatically ignored what he said before, and gave him a cheerful look, "I can do it, the master has the final say."

"Called Master?" Han Song laughed softly, "A teacher for one day and a father for the rest of his life, are you sure you want to call?"

Father for life!

This, this, this, the relationship will be messed up.

Dong Chuanlin was in a hurry, "No, no, I made a mistake. Wait a minute, I'll think about how to say it." He scratched his head and thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, "Anyway, I'm not a master, let alone a father. I will learn what you teach, and let you order me."

"That's fine, chop up that pile of firewood first."

"what?"

Han Song put the sliced ​​bamboo aside and looked up at him, "Didn't you just let me order you? How can you cook without firewood?"

"Brother Song is right, I'll go right away." Dong Chuanlin gritted his teeth and swallowed his dissatisfaction, and walked heavily towards the firewood pile.

He picked up the axe, couldn't help snorting inwardly, and slammed the ax down on the wood, the wood split into two and fell to the ground.Dong Chuanlin picked up the split wood again and mechanically repeated the above operation.

It's fine if he doesn't want to find a way to train him, but Dong Chuanlin admits that he has to bear the indifference of the person he likes.It's good now, he found a good reason for the two of them to have a happy meeting, but the other party was still not happy, so he had to find something for him so that he would not be idle.

Chopping firewood, why don't you talk about lighting the fire and warming the bed? If you have the courage to say something exciting, it doesn't taste at all.

Dong Chuanlin swung his ax aggressively, as if going into battle to kill the enemy and defend the country.

With not much wood and quick movements, Dong Chuanlin quickly completed the task.

Han Song was still peeling bamboo pieces tirelessly, he was surprised: "It's so fast, it seems that I can really learn something when I go out as an apprentice, and the work is much easier."

"That's not it," Dong Chuanlin put down his axe, went across to Han Song, and asked seductively, "Do you want to learn something? Not only are you paid, but you also get food, housing and distribution. The benefits are quite good."

Han Song suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "Say it again, what's the matter?"

Dong Chuanlin approached Han Song's ear with a smirk, and said word by word: "Package, distribution, distribution, right, like." Blowing into the soft earlobe, he immediately retreated, adding: "This is my No one else has a share in the benefits specially prepared for you, so you should cherish them."

"What do I think?" Han Song didn't respond, he just stopped his hands and watched him speak seriously, "You're talking more and more out of proportion? You don't want face?"

"What is face? Can it be eaten? Is it important?" Dong Chuanlin immediately replied in a ignorant manner and asked repeatedly, "I only know that finding a good partner is very important, and face can be put aside."

After hearing this, Han Song just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

When Dong Chuanlin was about to give up listening to his answer, and turned around to find some work so that he would be less tired, a deep voice sounded.

He spoke slowly, without any urgency, as if he was talking about whether the weather would be good tomorrow.

"Before your hair grows, you start thinking about your lord's affairs." He laughed, and then said, "Be patient in doing things."

Dong Chuanlin stood still in place, without moving for a long time.

……

Han Song is a man of his word, which Dong Chuanlin knew very well from the first day he knew him.

Since he said that he would arrange the matter of learning to cook well, he would definitely do it well, but Dong Chuanlin still felt guilty.

The day before yesterday, when he came back from Han's house, he was ready to eat vegetables and radishes for dinner.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yue suddenly figured it out, and found that she had wronged her husband and children these few days, and wanted to make up for it.

Dong's meals changed from clear soup with little water to a combination of meat and vegetables. Both Dong Guangcheng and Dong Chuanliang excitedly ate a few more bowls of rice.

Only Dong Chuanlin was left to worry secretly, what should we do about this, as soon as he said something, he was dismantled, wouldn't it be embarrassing to be discovered.

Save face... don't worry about it.

But this opportunity is rare, Dong Chuanlin prayed in his heart, don't let Han Song find out about it.

Han Song told him to wait for the news, so Dong Chuanlin obediently stayed at home and waited for the call.

After waiting for a day, his heart was calm and normal, and no one could spare time.After waiting for a day and a morning, he was a little anxious, what could he be busy with for so long?After waiting for a day and a day, watching the sunset, he sighed.

What else can I do, just wait.

Han Song even said that he had to be patient, and it was still a day or two away.

As the sun went down, everyone was busy finishing work and going home to cook. Dong Chuanlin also put away the little things in his heart and went into the stove to light a fire to heat hot water.

In the cold winter, although there is sun, the coldness has not diminished in the slightest, and the wind makes my face hurt.

Just as some firewood was being added to the stove, there was a loud noise outside.Dong Chuanlin went out to see in bewilderment.As soon as he stepped out of the stove, he almost bumped into Dong Guangcheng who was in a hurry.

"Father, why are you in such a hurry?"

"You... hurry up and take a look." Dong Guangcheng didn't even have time to catch his breath, and said hastily, "Brother Song is injured."

"What?" Dong Chuanlin panicked, "What happened to him? Where is he now?"

Dong Guangcheng breathed a sigh of relief and said: "It seems that he fell, your Uncle Qin carried him down the mountain, his clothes were torn and full of blood..." Before he finished speaking, the people around him had already run away and disappeared.

The cold wind blew into Dong Chuanlin's collar, and goosebumps rose.He had no time to take care of other things, he just wanted to see Han Song sooner.

Rushing to Han's house, the usually empty courtyard was surrounded by a group of people, men and women pointing and pointing.

Dong Chuanlin squeezed into the crowd, breathed out and walked into Han Song's room.He seldom entered Han Song's room, and mostly stayed and played in the yard.

The furnishings of the house are unfamiliar to him, but the people inside are very familiar.The doctor was sitting on the bedside to see a doctor, while Aunt Han stood on one side and paced anxiously.

"Chuan Lin, you are here." Aunt Han found out his presence and said in a low voice.

"Well, Aunt Han." Dong Chuanlin's face was slightly condensed, "How is Brother Song? Did the doctor say anything?"

Aunt Han took him a few steps away so as not to disturb the doctor.

"The doctor just said it's okay." Aunt Han sighed, looked back and said, "I was still awake when I first got home, but now I'm afraid I've passed out."

The heavy atmosphere infected Dong Chuanlin, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go and have a look."

Han Song's coat was placed on the stool, and his brown jacket was stained gray with several cuts and blood stains.

Dong Chuanlin walked to the bed and held his breath, for fear that making noise would distract the doctor.

Han Song lay on his back with his upper body bare and his lower body covered with a quilt.His muscular body was bruised and purple, some parts were scratched and bleeding, and his chin was unfortunately injured.

After seeing off the doctor, it was already dark.

Aunt Han brought a bowl of hot water, "Chuan Lin, drink some hot water to warm your body." She sat down beside him and looked at Han Song who was still asleep. Although the doctor said that there was no problem, she couldn't help but sigh.

"This kid is really disobedient. I kept telling him not to take risks. He always refuses to listen. This time, I should let him suffer a little bit. But seeing him hurt, my aunt's heart hurts..."

"Aunt Han, don't worry too much." Dong Chuanlin comforted: "Didn't the doctor say it's all right, Brother Song is too tired, and he can wake up after a nap."

"Alas", Aunt Han sighed again, and touched Han Song's leg through the quilt, "I just don't know if this leg... can still be the same as before."

Dong Chuanlin looked at Han Song's face and said firmly, "It's possible. Brother Song is so young, he will definitely recover."

Han Song rolled down from the mountain while hunting. When Uncle Qin, who went up the mountain to chop firewood, found him, he was dizzy and exhausted.The doctor said that it may be that he was holding on for a while after the injury, which made the already fractured and injured leg more serious.

The doctor also said that it is difficult to heal the wound in winter, if the care is not taken well or the wind and cold enter the body along the wound, it is easy to leave the root of the disease.This is also the main reason why Aunt Han's sad face persists.

"Aunt Han, go and rest, I'll watch Brother Song."

"It's impossible," Aunt Han quickly refused, "I'm sorry to keep you busy until now, how can I let you keep watch at night, you should go home quickly."

Dong Chuanlin insisted, "Aunt Han, you are welcome with me."

Aunt Han also refused to give in, "No, Auntie understands what you mean, just come and see him tomorrow. Be obedient and go home."

The two have different opinions, each expressing his own opinion, and neither is willing to make concessions.When the two pushed each other, the person lying on the bed moved.

"Stop arguing." Han Song's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't speak clearly, "Go back and rest, I'm fine."