Chapter 087

Lu Xiaofeng went to Yeshan to invite her again. After chatting for a while, the afterglow of the sunset was like slipping down a child's slide. When he spoke, the glass window was covered with a faint orange. It was evening.

Assuming that Zidie had prepared the meal, Lu Xiaofeng pulled the yewed man and walked slowly towards Zidie's house.

From a distance, I could smell the aroma of oil and the aroma of food. Lu Xiaofeng swallowed her saliva and her index finger moved.

Mr. Xu and the Yeshan people had just arrived. After being polite, the four of them sat down in the yard. When they saw that the food was quite rich, it was really hard to make such a table of food for the little girl Zidie.

The Yeshan man also looked at Zidie with appreciation and nodded: "This Zi is very skilled in cooking. It hides very deeply. I didn't know you are so good at cooking."

Zi Butterfly was wearing a small flower apron, busy and was carrying a cup into the house.

The little head was covered with sweat. When the yew man praised him, he smiled shyly, like the blooming talisman, empty lotus.

On the table, there were authentic farm dishes: a pot of "chicken stewed mushrooms", and there were thick and stewed wide vermicelli.

The vermicelli was pressed out of the village itself, full of muscles, shining with golden light on the plate, and a pot of stewed old tofu with mustard green cherry seeds, green, talismans were as empty as jade, and the talismans were covered with red pepper shreds.

The shiny and golden native eggs were fried with green garlic sprouts just planted from the purple butterfly house, and they were soft and rotten.

Mix the smooth eggplant with sandy potatoes, pour it on the very fine garlic paste, and in the boat-shaped "tray" woven with sorghum stitches.

Cucumbers with thorns with flowers, tender green onions that can tick water, crispy red-skinned talismans with empty radish, cut into strips as thick as fingers, blanched and washed dry talismans with empty vegetable leaves, and a bowl of homemade sauce.

Looking at the authentic farm meals that I haven't seen for a long time, it's fragrant and mouth-watering.

The temptation of delicious food, the yews were so clear that they had never eaten anything in the city, but he didn't eat much of this authentic farm dish. Looking at the meal, he couldn't take his eyes off.

Mr. Xu was also hungry. Seeing that the four of them were sitting down, Lu Xiaofeng waved his hand, as if he was the commander.

"A Zi serves rice! Let's have a chat while eating!" Zi Die nodded and brought a bowl of pickled rice, stewed in a large pot, and with scorched yellow slag.

Huang Cancan shivered slightly, mixed with mung beans. A small bowl was cut very finely, and the scallion shreds were added with sesame oil, and the scallion shreds were added into the rice, and mixed with a sauce. It was so fragrant!

Twist the left half circle, turn the right half circle, and suck a small bowl of rice soup that is sticky like fat and has rice oily skin floating along the edge of the bowl.

Lu Xiaofeng also had a great appetite for eating. All four of them had oily mouths. She forgot to talk about serious matters. After eating for a while, she felt that her stomach was almost full, and then she became a diarrhea.

The wine was brought by Mr. Xu. He was packed in a wine pot and put it on the table, which was very important.

This wine is all made from home. Although it is not so clear, it is good that it is mellow.

Mr. Xu used chopsticks to stew mushrooms with chickens, and kept nodding and praising: "Well. This girl is a must-have. This dish is better than your sister-in-law. You won't have to worry about not getting married in the future!"

The Yeshan man took a sip of the wine in his bowl, which was so spicy that he broke his mouth. He let go of the bowl and gave a thumbs up.

"Just because of this beautiful woman's baby, you won't have to worry about not being able to find your husband's family! You are worrying about it."

After saying that, they laughed together. Zidie was praised by several people, lowered her head, and two deep dimples around her mouth appeared and appeared.

A Lu Xiaofeng flew on her increasingly beautiful face and smiled shyly. Her smile was as clear and happy as the blue sky that had cleared the clouds: "I'm going to cook."

"This house also has the share of Zi Yuejun, right?" Mr. Xu looked at Lu Xiaofeng with a smile on his face.

The yew man also heard that Zi Yuejun was sick a few days ago. The young man in front of him went to take care of her for a few days, but nothing happened.

This matter was very evil. He didn't believe it at first.

After hearing what Mr. Xu said, he looked at Lu Xiaofeng for another second. The yew man was straightforward and straightforward. His big eyes swept Lu Xiaofeng, looked at him, and subconsciously moved his body.

"That woman has a logo. Lu Xiaofeng, you like him, and I don't object.

But let’s talk about the ugly things before. If one day in the future, let me know that you are bullying people with a playful attitude, don’t blame me for being rude, be careful that I will break your leg.”

The Yeshan people were half joking and half joking, which caused four people to chuckle.

"Don't look at me like this, don't worry, when you marry Ziyuejun, you will inevitably have a big gift." The Yeshan man just pretended to be confused and pretended not to understand Lu Xiaofeng's eyes.

When building a house, the clan leader and the village chief were both there, and the decision was made on the spot.

The construction started two days later. Lu Xiaofeng wanted to build a house and when to ask for a person from the village. The labor force calculated a monthly work ticket of 30 cents a day.

The raw materials of wood and stone are directly pulled from the logging farm and quarry in the village, and the wood is numbered.

Then the house will be built and settled together. At first, Lu Xiaofeng was a little puzzled when he heard the logging farm and the quarry. How could there be these sites in this place where there are no mountain roads and no water roads?

After hearing what the yew people said, I realized that every year when the land was opened and leveled, a large amount of wood and stone would be removed from the mountains.

In order to facilitate everyone to build a house, it was piled up behind the village. If anyone builds a house, it would be a small monthly ticket. With the conditions of the Fantasy Sword Village, if the price is too high, no one can afford it.

After taking the filming of this, everyone chatted for a while, and time passed quickly.

Mr. Xu was the best drinker, and half of the talisman empty wine he brought was probably about three pounds and half of the time he brought into his stomach.

When I almost drank it, the purple butterfly brought some hot soup: a pot of sorghum was removed from the grain and rice processing room outside the village and turned the sorghum into a talisman with empty talisman and empty pure sorghum rice.

Then pour it on the grinder and "break it" into even fine residue, mix it with cowpeas, simmer it slowly and simmer it into sticky, dilute and thick sorghum residue porridge.

After drinking two bowls of fragrant sorghum slag porridge, this man almost burped. The yew man almost drank a little high. He waved his big hand and agreed in one gulp: In two days, I will leave the matter of Fangdiji to him!

The four of them finished drinking and sent three out, and it was already dark.

Zidie started to clean up the mess there again, and her small figure was busy. Her small waist was beautiful, her hair was drooping, and her face was elegant and full of fresh vitality, which made people see her eyes clear.

Lu Xiaofeng came back to help, but her steps became a little twitchy and obviously she was drinking too high.

Zidie looked at Lu Xiaofeng like that, pursed her lips and smiled, then made a cup of strong tea for him. Lu Xiaofeng took the cup and looked at Zidie: "The rice you cooked today is so delicious! Whoever marrys you in the future will be really lucky."

Zidie stopped relying on her and chased Lu Xiaofeng in front of her and beat Lu Xiaofeng a few times: "Let you talk nonsense, let you talk nonsense!"

Thinking that Zi Yuejun had not eaten yet, Lu Xiaofeng ordered Zi Die to take some of the sorghum porridge back.

Zidie had already prepared a lot, and also pretended to be a few lighter ones for Lu Xiaofeng to take them back to Zi Yuejun. When he left the door, the evening breeze blew, the smell of alcohol dissipated a little.

Today's drink is worth it! No matter what, I feel like enjoying the authentic farm meals.

It seems that this heart has added some psychological weight and emotional fulfillment, and a sense of down-to-earth and calmness in my heart, as if I have a sense of boldness, simplicity, and even chivalrousness.

When he returned to Zi Yuejun's house, Lu Xiaofeng was still a little shaken, and put the supper he brought back on the table, making him a little confused.

From the time he went out to now, Zi Yuejun was worried that Lu Xiaofeng would not come back for so long. At first, he thought something had happened.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng's smell of alcohol, he felt a little heartbroken when he shook it.

Seeing that he had not forgotten to bring food to him at this time, Zi Yuejun couldn't sit still.

He hurriedly walked down the ground and walked over to explore Lu Xiaofeng's forehead, fearing that he would catch a cold again after being exposed to the wind.

When Lu Xiaofeng heard Zi Yuejun's noise, she turned her head and saw that she had gotten out of bed. She was anxious: "Why are you going to the ground? Your illness has not recovered yet."

Zi Yuejun also felt his steps staggering as soon as he got off the ground, and he felt soft and weak. He was as if he was stepping on cotton. His body couldn't help but lean forward and directly towards Lu Xiaofeng.
Chapter completed!