Sturdy Countryside: Lord, Please Blow The Lamp

If Village Chief Xia wants to find a warm place, please go ahead. I just want to see how this farmhouse pickles vegetables. Dongfang Yu said.

This...Master Dongfang, the villain should stay with you. Here she... He was afraid that Xia Beibei, an ignorant little girl, would offend Lord Dongfang. At that time, even he, the village chief, would be embarrassed. No benefit.

Jiu Niang, why did you wash the radish leaves? Over there, Xia Guchun was flattering her ass hard, but on the other end, Sang Jinghong noticed with sharp eyes that Xia Beibei even washed the radish leaves. clean.

These radish leaves are usually used to feed chickens and ducks, so there is no need to bother to clean them at all.

Grandma, these radish leaves can also be pickled and eaten. Xia Beibei replied.

Even if you don't eat it, you can also dry the pickled radish leaves into dried vegetables, which is better than throwing them away, or feeding them to the chickens.

With so many vegetable leaves, I can't feed them all at once, what a pity to waste them.

You can really think about it. Xia Sang shook her head and sighed.

Because Xia Guchun and Sang Jinghong were there, even if Dongfang Yu saw Xia Beibei, he didn't say much. He briefly introduced his identity and kept watching Xia Beibei busy with the things in hand.

Miss Jiuniang, how long will it take for you to eat this pickled dish? Dongfang Yu asked.

He had never seen this kind of thing in the kitchen, so he didn't understand it at all, so he was like a curious baby, and he could ask any questions.

More than a month. Xia Beibei replied flatly, Master Dongfang, do you want to take a jar home?

She marinates in small jars, which are convenient for storage, so it's not impossible for Dongfang Yu to bring a jar.

Jiu Niang, who do you think Master Dongfang is? How could he be greedy for your jar of pickles? Dongfang Yu just opened his mouth, wanting to say a good word, but when he just reached his mouth, Xia Gu Chun was snatched away.

Just kidding, how could he let Xia Beibei, a little girl, flatter Master Dongfang in front of him? Even if you want to give it, it has to be a gift from him.

What's more, Master Dongfang has never accepted any gift from him, even if it is just a bowl of noodles, he will take it back intact.

It can be seen that Dongfang adults don't like such things in their country houses.

Dongfang Yu lowered his eyes and looked at Xia Guchun gloomily, wishing he could stab him a few times to relieve his hatred.

Why is he not envious of Beibei's jar of pickled vegetables? Didn't you see the blue light in his eyes?

Xia Guchun's scalp was numb from him staring at him, and he couldn't help wondering, did he say something wrong? No, look at him, he is helping, I'm afraid Master Dongfang will be embarrassed to refuse.

Village Chief, what do you mean? It's the first time Master Dongfang came to my house, shouldn't I send some food? Seeing Dongfang Yu's expression, Xia Beibei secretly smiled.

Every night, she feeds him well. Could it be that this jar of pickles is really bad?

Xiajia Village is a rural place, and there was a plague of locusts again this year, so there is nothing to give away. Lord Dongfang, don't dislike it. You must bring a jar of pickled vegetables back later.

Don't dislike it, don't dislike it. This time, before Xia Guchun could speak, Dongfang Yu replied immediately.

Xia Guchun was dumbfounded. He sent so many things, couldn't it be compared to Xia Beibei's jar of pickles?