Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

In addition, the spices they bought for the New Year have not been used up yet.

Cinnamon star anise...

It will be more flavorful if put in roast chicken.

Fenghe dreams about roast chicken every night.

The next day, his mother came back after finishing her work in the morning.

I also brought back some green onions.

His father also came back today. As soon as he came back, he started to boil water, pluck the feathers and kill the chickens.

Feng He was still asleep. The singing of birds in the early morning did not wake him up. Instead, it was the crackling sound of chopping chicken in the kitchen that woke him up.

Feng He got up excitedly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and changed into his relatively new clothes.

She already looked good in ordinary clothes, and now she looks even better in the new clothes. She looks a bit gaudy.

Feng He was like a little bee, flying around his father and mother. His father was responsible for killing, cutting and chopping the chicken, while his mother prepared the dishes on the side.

Feng He squatted down and looked at her mother. She was peeling garlic, peeling a whole bunch of it.

Petal by petal, with a jade-like warm color, this thing is perfect as a seasoning.

After peeling, I peeled the potatoes, washed them with well water, and cut them into even-sized pieces.

When everything was ready, his mother started to cook the roast chicken.

After the fire in the stove was lit with thatch, his father sat beside the stove and lit the fire.

Pour the yellow rapeseed oil into the big iron pot...

Just wait until the oil boils.

He trusted his mother's cooking skills. Everything she cooked was delicious. Feng He had never eaten such a hard dish before.

The chicken was split into two halves. The chicken was very fat, weighing six pounds. Half of it was used to make soup, and the other half was used to make roast chicken with potatoes.

I had some dried shiitake mushrooms during the Chinese New Year but didn’t eat them. This time I put the dried shiitake mushrooms in the chicken soup after soaking them in water.

Some red dates were also added to the chicken soup.

This makes the taste richer.

Feng He felt dizzy from the fragrance. The kitchen was not big, and his mother thought he was in the way, so she drove him out.

So Fenghe strolled in the yard.

He looked at the morning dew, the flowers and trees in the yard, the birds and butterflies flying from time to time, and breathed in the fresh air.

It’s a pity that there is no such thick tree in his own yard.

If there was a thick tree like that, he could build a swing on it, and then he wouldn't be bored anymore.

Fenghe didn't have to wait too long before the meal was ready.

He ran to the kitchen and his mother had already prepared the food.

After Feng He and others took their seats, they couldn't wait to pick up their chopsticks.

"Little one, wait a moment. I'll make a bowl of chicken soup. Go and deliver it to Yushan's house later."

His mother tapped Feng He's restless hand with the tip of chopsticks.

Feng He looked at her mother in confusion, with a blank expression, but it was obvious that she was asking, "Why?"

"You don't know, Yushan has done a lot for our family recently. He often goes to the fields to help me and your father work, and comes here as soon as he finishes his own work. He doesn't even take a break. What's more, Yushan is very strong, and he can do the work of two of us. Your father and I have been feeling a lot more relaxed recently..."

Feng He widened his eyes in shock. Is Xiao Yushan so good?

Even though I bothered him every day, he still didn't hold a grudge against me and even took the initiative to help my parents with work.

Feng He touched his chest and said unconsciously: "Okay, okay..."

"Okay, eat now. I've got Yushan's chicken soup warming up in the pot."

Feng He went to add more rice and started eating.

Wow, his mom’s cooking is so delicious.

As soon as the delicious food entered his mouth, he forgot the shock he had just felt.

After dinner, Feng He walked slowly on the road carrying a basket of chicken soup.

While digesting his food, he brought chicken soup to Xiao Yushan.

Xiaoyushan is still at home at this point.

He seemed to be sawing a board.

The man was bent over, sawing a board with a saw.

The beautiful protruding lines on the back are clearly visible to the visitors.

Feng He looked at it for a while, then came to his senses and called out, "Xiao Yushan."

When Xiao Yushan heard the voice, he stopped what he was doing and turned around.

Then he froze.

Fenghe is wearing a red T-shirt today. It is not old-fashioned. The red color is very bright and looks festive. There are also many cute patterns on the clothes.

The compatibility with Fenghe is very high.

The bright red color not only did not hide the fair skin, but instead brightened it a lot, making the whole person look lively and cute with red lips and white teeth.

Today's Fenghe is particularly eye-catching.

Feng He pointed at the basket in her hand and said, "Here, this is the chicken soup my mother asked me to bring to you. Today is my birthday, and I should have drunk this chicken soup, but my mother asked me to bring it to you. Because you have done a lot of work for my family recently..."

Feng He had a reluctant expression at first, and then he continued, "Since you have done so much work for our family, I will personally bring you chicken soup. This is cooked by my mother, and it is very delicious. You must finish it!"

Xiao Yushan lowered his eyelashes and raised his thin lips.

He said, "Okay, since you gave it to me personally, I will definitely finish it."

Feng He paused, wondering what was going on. Why did she feel that Xiao Yushan was different today than usual?

This was not the tone I used when I spoke to him before.

Feng He placed the box, which she was familiar with, on the small table in Xiao Yushan's kitchen.

Then he came out and asked curiously, "What are you doing? Why are you sawing wood so early in the morning?"

Xiao Yushan hesitated for a moment and said softly, "I'll make a swing."

Feng He widened his eyes. Hey, he was just about to play on the swing.

"You... who did you do it for? It couldn't be you, right? You're so old, why are you still so childish? Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter."

Feng He began to laugh at Xiao Yushan.

Xiao Yushan looked at Feng He helplessly, and said calmly: "I made it for you to play with. You can come and play often in the future."

He has a very good temper, and it seems that Feng He is the one whom he treats calmly and does not care about.

Feng He didn't feel it at all.

He was immersed in the words "the swing is made for you". He could play on the swing in the future. Xiao Yushan was obviously a man with strong hands-on ability and must be good at making things. He couldn't even imagine how much fun it would be.

"What are you doing for me?"

Feng He almost couldn't help but smile.

Xiao Yushan laughed and said, "I don't know why, I just suddenly wanted to do it."

Feng He looked straight at Xiao Yushan. In his heart, he said to the system quietly, "What should I do? I think Xiao Yushan seems a little..."

[What's going on?] The electronic sound of the system trembled nervously.

"A bit silly."

[……]The system secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was very afraid that the host would find out that Xiao Yushan's feelings for him were not pure, and then give up and go and fall in love with that person.

Feng He raised the oil bottle in his mouth.

"Then you do it." Feng He said dryly.

He would never remind Xiao Yushan that he had made a swing for him for nothing.

Hey hey hey.

Feng He walked around as if nothing had happened, but in fact she was watching Xiao Yushan making the swing.

Xiao Yushan has already sawed the wooden boards.

Now finishing the edges.

His movements were clean and quick, and it was obvious that he was very experienced.

Feng He is amazing, how can some people not only study well and have strong labor force, but also be carpenters!